Lucian is tall and lean with the long, sculpted musculature of a runner or swimmer. He is in excellent physical shape for a man of his age and activity levels. He has thick, wavy black hair. There are flecks of silver starting to show in his hair. Lucian eyes are black and almond shaped with well-shaped black brows and long, thick dark lashes. Lucian exhibits more of the Saulteau heritage than his siblings, being dark with a slightly dusky skin-tone.
Marks & Scars: Since Lucian is a very active man who works in the outdoors, he has the usual array of scars. He also has a surgical scar, hidden by his hair, from where an operation was done to relieve pressure on his brain after he was injured in 2015.
Clothing: Most often wears rugged, good-quality denims or tough khakis and work pants. He does not own a suit or any ties. Lucian's idea of dressing up is donning one of his leather sports jackets over a nice shirt and his least faded denims. Footgear usually consists of sturdy hiking boots although he does own a pair of black leather dress boots (ankle height).
Accessories: Military style chronometer (always), small golden crucifix (always)
Grooming: Lucian keeps his hair cut short most of the time. On rare occasions when he is spending time with his mother's people, he will let it grow longer. He also wears it longer when participating in tribal celebrations on the island. It is very rare that Lucian allows any facial hair to grow. He dislikes the feel of a beard. Although he can deal with being dirty from a hard day's work, Lucian prefers to be clean and bathes or showers often.
Traits & Characteristics
Highly Intelligent (+)
Good Sense of Humor (+)
Calm, Even Tempered (+/-)
Lucian is that man that, at first, would likely be overlooked in a crowded room. He has a stillness about him that means most people just do not take notice of him immediately. Inevitably, their eyes are drawn back to him because there is "something" about Lucian that cannot be easily dismissed, a certain iron-will lurking behind his nearly black eyes.
Known to be calm in a crisis and have a calming presence overall, Lucian is quiet spoken and even-tempered. He rarely gets truly angry, and when he does, he does not raise his voice. Instead, it goes an octave or two lower and acquires a steel-edge that usually results in obedience by those receiving his orders.
Lucian is proud of his accomplishments without being vain. He has a well-developed sense of humor that endears him to friends and family. Lucian is also a very determined man. When he starts something, he doesn't stop until it is finished to his satisfaction. Whether it is scaling on of Alaska's daunting mountain peaks or working a rescue job, Lucian does not quit. This trait is usually an asset but can cross over into being a negative aspect of his character. Sometimes, the determination becomes obstinance leading Lucian into situations that are hard to get out of.
Surprisingly, since he owns a bar, Lucian does not drink alcohol or smoke. His vice is a love for expensive coffees and teas.
Lucian is a quiet spoken man. He rarely raises his voice even in anger. In fact, his voice usually drops and octave or two the angrier he gets. The lowering of his voice and a sudden stillness is usually all the warning anyone gets that they have crossed a line. Lucian is also very formal with his speech, rarely using contractions. When talking, he uses minimal hand gestures.
His voice is a medium or soft baritone with near perfect pitch and tone. His singing voice matches his speaking voice and is quite pleasant to listen to. On occasion, patrons of the Alibi have suggested he try to break into the music business. Lucian's usual reply is, "Then it would be work..."
Storm Shelter, LLC. (2015 - Present)
Alibi Private Security (2015 - Present)
Alibi Saloon (2015 - Present)
Position and Title
Owner / CEO
Investigator, Security Specialist
Tracker, guide, tour operator
Lucian is the owner, CEO and CFO of Storm Shelter, the business he started after leaving the United States Marshals Service. The business was initially started for the legal reporting of taxes from income earned for his various work endeavors: private investigations, private security, fugitive recovery, search and rescue.
2000 - 2015: United States Marshals Service
1997 - 2000: Alaska Department of Public Safety (Alaska Wildlife Troopers)
Pilot: Lucian is an accomplished pilot and flies both fixed wing and rotary-wing aircraft. He excels with sea planes and landing aircraft on the ice.
Schools and Training
FLETC (Glynco, Georgia)
Alaska State Trooper Academy (Sitka, AK)
University of Alaska Anchorage (Bachelors of Arts in Justice, Bachelor of Arts in Legal Studies)
Hand-to-Hand Combat: Lucian has taken training per United States Marshals Service regulations. He is proficient up to level 3. However, his main teacher has been his father, Liam. He also learned various techniques from the Saulteau and Alutiiq sides of the family. He has blended the skills learned from them and his father into a unique hand-to-hand combat style.
ASP Batons: Lucian carries two ASP batons that he uses very effectively in close combat.
Bladed Weapons: Lucian considers knives to be utility tools, not weapons. He is moderately skilled with a fighting blade due to his FLETC training, but it is not his weapon of choice. Lucian tends to carry a bladed multi-tool (Swiss Army Knife) and the penknife his father gave him when he was ten years old at all times. Otherwise, he only carries what is needed for the job he is doing.
Rifles / Shotguns: Lucian is a natural marksman. If he can see it, he can shoot it. He consistently ranks as one of the best marksmen in the world. He began competitive shooting in high school. Lucian's skill-level is on par with any Olympic gold medalist. Although he was approached several times to join the US Team, he had no interest in that level of competition. He is competent with all weapons using a variety of aids, but equally accurate with open sights.
M1A SOCOM. .308 Winchester, short barrel (everyday rifle)
Accuracy International AXMC Sniper Rifle (Caliber: .338 Lapua (reconfigurable to .300 Winchester Mag or .308 Winchester; Weight: 15 lbs.)
Accuracy International AX50 (Caliber: .50 BMG; Weight: 27 lbs.)
Anschütz 1903 .22 long rifle (customized competition rifle)
Henry .357 steel Big Boy repeating rifle, large loop lever.
Smith & Wesson Pro Series Model 627, .38/.357 8-shot cylinder (shoulder holster)
Para USA Warthog, .45 ACP (Backup, ankle holster)
Para USA Black Ops Combat .45 ACP (Back Holster, Shoulder Holster)
For images and more details on Lucian's weapons, see Lucian's Locker (photo album).
Hobbies and Interests
Music: Lucian plays a beautiful 12-string Dreadnought guitar that his parents got him for his twelfth birthday. It was almost too big for him to play, but he learned and it is now one of his prized possessions. He writes and sings folk ballads, often performing them at his bar.
Fishing, Hunting, Hiking, Rock climbing: Anything adventurous and that will keep him outdoors.
See Lucian's Locker for images and details on boats, planes, automobiles, weapons.
Aliases / Nicknames
Wolf: In the Algonquin language, Mahingan means wolf. This is Lucian's preferred nickname as he despises all shortened variations of Lucian. Almost everyone calls him Wolf.
Little Wolf: Mother's nickname for him.
#13 Coldwater Harbor
Kodiak Island, AK 99615
#1 Alibi Harbor & Marina
Kodiak, AK 99615
Lucian has renovated the upper floor of the Alibi Bar & Grill into a nice apartment. He splits his time between his home in Coldwater Harbor and Kodiak.
Place of Birth
Kodiak Island, AK 99615
Kith & Kin
Liam Angus MacLeod
Nickname: The Old Bear
Naomi Dalton MacLeod
Nickname: Mama Bear
Jameson Dalton MacLeod
DOB: 03/13/1976 (fraternal twin)
Reagan Willowtree MacLeod
Nickname: Rea (p. ray)
Lily Hollister (niece, a. 14)
Micah Hollister (nephew, a. 14)
Benjamin Hollister (Reagan's ex-husband)
There are more uncles, aunts, and cousins on both sides of the family than Lucian can keep track of.
London Ridley: Dated in high school, have remained good friends since.
Lucian has made enemies during his years as a US Marshal. Enemies will be established and added as they reveal themselves in game play.
March 13, 1976 (a. 0)
Lucian Mahingan MacLeod was born at 3:00 AM. One hour later, his fraternal twin brother, Jameson Dalton, was born. One of the worst storms ever recorded raged outside preventing Liam MacLeod, their father, from taking his wife to the medical center in Kodiak. He delivered his sons with the help of an elderly Alutiiq midwife. As soon as the storm abated, Liam flew Naomi, their newborn sons, and his five-year-old daughter to Kodiak. Doctors at the hospital pronounced mother and infants in good health.
Lucian's middle name was chosen because he was born during the hour of the wolf. Mahingan means wolf in the Algonquin language and is the anglicized spelling of Ma'iingan. His brother was named for their father's favorite Scotch, Jameson, and Dalton was their mother's maiden name, hence that was chosen for Jameson's middle name. Nicknames were soon established. Lucian became known as Wolf since his mother called him her Little Wolf and Jameson's father began calling him J.D.
1977 to 1993 (a. 1 - 17)
Along with their older sister, Reagan, the twins had a good, well-rounded childhood. Both of their parents had demanding careers but were fully engaged in raising their children. If their father was away on business, Naomi was home or had the children with her if she had to travel for her work as a volcanologist. Although the family was phenomenally wealthy with a net worth in the billions of dollars, they did not hand their children off to nannies or other caregivers. If both parents had to be away, the children were looked after by some of their Alutiiq or Saulteau relatives.
As he got older, Lucian preferred to remain at home in Alaska whenever possible. He enjoyed the trips with his mother, found the lands and cultures exciting and her work as a volcanologist fascinating. Lucian was always anxious to return home to Kodiak and his life there. The only place he enjoyed being as much as at home was with his Saulteau relatives in British Columbia. The local Alutiiq nation also had a significant influence on his life, teaching him respect for the land and its natural resources.
Liam MacLeod also spent time teaching all three of his children survival skills and how to live with and off the land. He showed them how to disappear into the wilderness and to leave no trace of having been there. By their teen years, Lucian, J.D., and Reagan could track a bear or a man with relative ease. They could fly bush planes and navigate the sea.
Wolf grew into a quiet, watchful and highly intelligent young man. His grades always placed him in the top three of his class. He enjoyed a close friendship and sibling relationship with his twin brother and older sister. Like most twins, Wolf and J.D. exhibited a sense of one another's well-being. This ability did not fall into the fabled paranormal abilities attributed to many twins, but it was more pronounced between the brothers than with their older sister.
In the spring of 1993, Lucian and Jameson graduated high school in the top one percent of their class. After spending the summer working for the family's fishing fleet, Lucian packed his bags and headed to Anchorage to join his brother at the University of Alaska.
MAJOR LIFE EVENTS
1993 to 1997 (a. 17 - 21): University of Alaska Anchorage
In the fall of 1993, Lucian and Jameson moved to Anchorage to attend college at the University of Alaska Anchorage. Lucian majored in Justice and Legal Studies with minors in Ecology and Alaskan Native Culture while J.D. went into Civil Engineering. During his college years, he augmented his savings by working at a small tavern near campus as a singer and bartender. His mellow baritone and folk-rock music hearkened back to the 1960s and 1970s. He became a favorite stand-in for the tavern's regular performers.
1997 to 2000 (a. 21 - 24)
Shortly before graduation with his dual degree, Lucian applied to the Alaska Department of Public Safety. He wanted to join the Alaska State Troopers. To his delight, he was accepted and assigned to the Alaska Wildlife Troopers division. Once he completed his training at the State Troopers Academy in Sitka, he would be stationed on Kodiak Island.
Lucian loved his work. He was popular with the other troopers and excelled at his job. In 2000, he was asked to assist a team of US Marshals in tracking down a fugitive who had taken hostages and fled into the wilderness on the island. When the assignment was over, he was offered a job with the United States Marshals Service. They had an office at Kodiak Station, and Lucian was assured that he would be stationed there. He accepted and headed to Glynco, Georgia for training at the Federal Law Enforcement Training Center (FLETC).
2000 to 2015 (a. 24 - 39)
For the next fifteen years, Lucian worked his way up through the USMS. In 2010, he was promoted to Supervisory Deputy. He was almost a legend within the rank and file of the service. Lucian was known to be an excellent officer in the field and a great supervisor. His operations were always smooth and flawless. Lucian had experience in almost every branch of the USMS including the Special Operations Group (SOG).
Along with his general reputation, Lucian had gained near-legend status as a long-range marksman. The killing of another human being was not something he enjoyed, and each time it had to be done, it weighed on him; however, he understood that sometimes there were no other options.
On March 13, 2006 Lucian and his fraternal twin, J.D., turned thirty years old. As he had with their older sister, Reagan, Liam gave both of his sons their inheritances in the form of a lump payout into trusts set up for each of them. They were encouraged to invest some of it, save some of it, and use what they needed. However, their inheritance came with no strings attached. Each man could use it as they saw fit. Lucian used some of his inheritance to build a house in Coldwater Harbor and to purchase the Alibi Harbor and Marina from his father. The old warehouse-turned-bar had a second floor that he had renovated into a nice loft-style apartment for his use when he had to stay in town.
In 2015, Lucian and his team were given a Witness Security assignment. His orders were to see to the protection and security of a high profile federal witness against one of the largest and worst Mexican drug cartels that had ever operated in the United States. The safety of the witness was vital. Without him, there would be no prosecution, no trial, and no justice. Lucian's team was chosen for the assignment because the USMS felt that the organization would not look in Alaska for the witness.
The team scouted several locations while Lucian put together the operation. The plan was to move the man and his family every two to four weeks to one of the safe houses selected at random. The assignment appeared to be working flawlessly. Lucian's team took charge of the witness and his family, and the moves from one location to another were seamless. The very randomness of the relocations would guarantee the operation's success.
On November 12th everything went wrong. With a storm coming in, Lucian decided to move Cragen and his family ahead of schedule. He put his unease down to feeling the approach of the storm. Lucian would forever wish he had listened to his instincts more closely. The helicopter picked the team and the Cragen family up as scheduled. Lucian made the final check of the premises to be sure they had cleared them and headed toward the chopper. He was only a few feet away when it exploded.
When the helicopter did not return to base, backup and support was dispatched. Lucian was the only survivor. He suffered multiple injuries including a severe head trauma. He remained in a coma for three weeks. Lucian came out of the coma to find that he had a long road to recovery. Once he finally returned to the job, he was given a desk assignment while the internal investigation was ongoing. In the end, Lucian was cleared of any criminal suspicions. He tried to get on with his work but there was still the fact that someone higher up the food chain than him had sold his team out. He also could not shake the guilt of their deaths. Lucian felt he had messed up somehow and that had cost the lives of his four team members, a man, his wife, and two small children. It would continue to haunt him for many years.
In 2016, Lucian handed in his badge and service weapon and walked away.
2016 to 2017 (a. 40 - 41)
Some years previously, Lucian had formed a small company called Storm Shelter. At the time, its purpose was to make sure all additional income from his family's holdings, his extra work as a guide and search and rescue expert were legally accounted for and reported. In 2016, he had the company rebranded as Storm Shelter Air & Rescue and set up business in the back half of The Alibi, his second business and home-away-from-home.
The Alibi quickly became a popular hangout for the local population and tourists. Storm Shelter provided a variety of services although ostensibly it was an air transport service for eco-tourism. The rescue service was on an as-needed basis. However, Lucian's reputation garnered him other work well. He became sought after as a tracker, guide, and for fugitive recovery work.
Lucian enjoys his new work and the freedom to pick and choose which jobs he takes. The shadow of what really happened on that last disastrous USMS assignment still hangs over him. Someday, he will find out how the cartel knew when and where to strike. For now, his business is thriving and he is even considering adding more employees. Lucian recently added his private investigators license after being asked by the local police department to look into a couple of things - off the books.
[ GENERAL NOTES ]
Lucian has a mellow baritone speaking and singing voice.
Voice Avatar (singing): Gordon Lightfoot (Lucian's musical style and sound is based on Gordon Lightfoot and meant as a tribute to a folk-rock legend.)
From a very young age, Lucian has suffered from periodic bouts of insomnia. Rather than take medication to help him sleep, he walks. His nocturnal rambles have covered almost every walkable area of Kodiak Island, sometimes going as far as flying or boating to an area that he cannot reach easily on foot, and then hiking until just tired enough to sleep when he gets home.
[ ANIMALS & PETS ]
Tracker (Siberian Husky)
Tracker is a Siberian Husky with piercing blue eyes. He is large, standing just over twenty-four inches and weighing nearly eighty pounds. Lucian believes Tracker might be a mixed breed rather than full husky because of his size.
Both pet and working dog, Tracker is trained to pull a small sled, usually loaded with supplies when Lucian is out hunting or on a tracking job. The dog is also a superb hunter and tracker, hence his name. Tracker is very athletic and, like most of his breed, can climb almost as well as a cat.
Tracker and Sigmund, the rooster, are quite attached to one another. Many times, Lucian comes home to find the rooster snuggled down and sleeping between Tracker's paws.
Orca (American Paint)
Orca is a seven-year-old American paint stallion that Lucian uses when guiding wilderness tours or for riding when hunting and tracking. The horse is calm, well-trained, and a superb wilderness trail horse. Overall, Orca is well-mannered, but he does have a strong, bold personality and is not a horse for amateurs.
The gelding stands right at sixteen hands and is very strong. If needed, he will pull a litter or a sleigh. Orca is sure-footed and athletic.
Orca is not for use by the general public (i.e. tourists on day trips, etc.).
Freud the Chicken
Freud is a huge golden partridge Brahma rooster. He rules the roost (pun intended) in the house and in the coop. The rooster weighs in at just over ten pounds. Like most of his breed, he is very friendly and quite gentle.
Lucian got Freud right after he left the US Marshals Service, picking him out of a bunch at a local farmers' co-op. The small rooster was being attacked and picked on by the rest of the chicks in the pen. Always a sucker for the underdog, Lucian brought him home. Since it was still too cold to have the rooster outside, he brought him into the house - where he stayed.
Storm Shelter's Horses
Storm Shelter keeps several horses to use for their tourist business at the Mercer Ranch. Most of them are Quarter Horse / Tennessee Walking Horse crosses which give them smoother gaits. All of them are trail trained and cross-trained for carrying packs or pulling light wagons / carts.
Moses: Bay gelding, no white.
Simone: Sorrel mare, flaxen mane and tail, white blaze, white stockings.
Caligula (Cal): Chestnut gelding, left hind sock, white star, strong personality (not good for amateurs).
Swiftfoot (Swift): Black mare, registered Tenn. Walker, trail trained, can keep up with most horse's canter and not break out of a running-walk.
Felix: Gray Quarter Horse / Arabian cross, small, good for teens and children.
You betcha! I am open for all kinds of plots for Lucian. He is a quiet and unassuming man who is very proud of his Native heritage and close to his family. Hit me up for plots in Discord (preferred) or drop a plot request in the Ruses and Intrigues forum.
Lucian is not a lady's man or really very promiscuous. He has had two or three long-term relationships that did not work out for one reason or another. The longest was with his high school sweetheart, London Ridley. They have remained close and are good friends. I am open to finding a romantic relationship for Lucian but would prefer it evolve organically during the course of writing in the various stories.
Bring it! Lucian's best friends are his family. However, he is a fierce and loyal friend.
Lucian heard Kat's summons from where he stood near the barn with J.D. They had walked the immediate perimeter, making sure that everything was secure. That was the downside of small-town life. The rumor mill worked faster than any newspaper. Word would already be out about the MacLeods being detained along with a young lady not-local to Kodiak. Going from the premise that what Stephanie said was true, that information would get back to her uncle and his minions in no time at all. Lucian and J.D. really had no reason not to believe her after seeing the state that Louis was in, not to mention the preliminary information J.D. had gotten on the uncle's head of security / enforcer.
He glanced at his brother as they turned to walk toward the house, "We need more information on Vitaly Lysenko. We also need to make sure that Liam is alright and look into why he and Mother were shot."
J.D. shrugged a bit. "I can ask some more questions, but with him working in the private sector it limits some of my lines of information..." J.D. walked along for a bit before he spoke again, "...is there anyone else we can ask about how he ended up shot? I'm not saying he's lying, but he could definitely be holding back on what he knows."
Lucian considered J.D.'s question regarding who might know something about Liam's private affairs. It occurred to him that he really did not know very much about his father's life. He shook his head, "I cannot think of anyone we can ask other than Mother." His tone of voice made it clear that he would rather not pursue that course of action. "However, I might know someone that can help us on the Lysenko front. There is a private investigator that recently moved to Kodiak. I have not had a need to contract out investigative work lately. We can see if Mark Carson is available and if he will take on the job."
J.D. glanced over as they walked. "Who is Mark Carson? That doesn't ring any bells for me."
"He and his brother, David, moved here last year. Brother works in IT and Mark Carson opened a private investigation and security business. I have been meaning to talk to him because I do use independent contractors for some of Storm Shelter's jobs, especially if they involve travel. I cannot stay away for long because of the bar and charters," Lucian explained quietly. "Depending on what Liam has landed us in the middle of, we might need help. And I know a guy...or rather...a girl that can help out with some things. She is with CGIS."
"CGIS? Will that end up causing problems for us down the road? We don't really need LEO's looking over our shoulders any more than they already will be..." J.D. had his hands tucked into his pockets as they strolled along.
"We will get Reagan on a preliminary injunction to hold up any commitment proceedings," Lucian said. "Avis, you and Louis get packed and ready to go. I will send my sister back for you as soon as possible. She is really tall, brown hair and eyes, looks like a lawyer." Lucian did not add that she also looked like a bossy older sister.
"They have a look?" Ava was confused, a fairly common state with her.
"He's joking around," Steph smiled.
Louis tensed and then slowly uncomfortably sat up on the bedside, "Ava can you pack my stuff for me, please? I'm not fussy, throw everything in and I can worry about it when I unpack at home."
"Miss Steph, we need to go. Get to Kat's and make sure we are not being watched and trailed yet. It was a risk coming here, But, I know why you had too." Finally, he turned to Avis and Louis again, "If anyone other than Reagan MacLeod knocks on your door, call 911. Even if you do not report anything, it will deter further incidents. Look Reagan MacLeod and Coldwater Holdings up online, her picture is on their site. She is the CEO."
"I'm used to risk, dude. Why just recently I got kidnapped right out of a party and thrown into a van against my.............oh wait! You know this," Steph grinned.
She then gave Avis a big hug and settled for kissing Louis sweetly on his cheek, the trio mumbling goodbyes and promising they would all see each other again soon.
"OK, I'm ready to go, bros, " Steph announced.
"J.D., after we get my SUV, we will bring Stephanie back for her things and then take the chopper to the Lodge. We can stock up there," Lucian sighed as his mind tried to make sure everything was covered. "We need to make time to look in on Liam and Mother too, see if the police have talked to them yet or if there is anything else that the Old Bear is not sharing." The last part caused Lucian's voice to drop and harden a bit.
J.D. nodded. "Good, I will feel better in case his dogs try anything, and yes, I would love to know if we have not been working with all the useful information we need to know..."
With: Stephanie, J.D., Kat, Reagan, NPCs
Locations: Breakwater Inn (Kodiak), Kat's Place
When: May 2017
Time of Day: Late afternoon through evening.
Lucian sat in the middle row of seats next to Stephanie in Reagan's big SUV. J.D. was riding shotgun and Kat had obligingly taken the rear row of seats. Conversation had been sparse and sporadic. No doubt everyone was still sorting through the adrenalin rush from the events of the day and dealing with being exhausted. There was still quite a few things to sort out. First, they needed to let Stephanie see her friends and pack her bags. They needed to find a safe place for her to stay while Reagan performed her legal magic to block any moves Mason Stroud might be planning.
There was also the small matter of figuring out who had shot his parents. Lucian did not look forward to digging into his father's past. Liam MacLeod had always played the role of being a savvy businessman. That had been easy for him as it was also quite accurate. However, Lucian felt there was much more to their father and his past than his family knew about. Liam could be a master of deflection and deception when it came to conversations about his life.
The car slowed and swayed slightly as Reagan turned into the parking lot of the Breakwater Inn, one of Kodiak's nicest privately owned motels. Idly, Lucian wondered how long it would be before big hotel chains moved in. It could crush the locally run eco-tourism outfits. The car stopped near the rooms that belonged to Stephanie and her friends. Lucian slipped out of the car and walked around to open Stephanie's door for her.
"Remember, Stephanie, we need to be quick and cautious. Even though our little fracas with the cops will not go on the books, Kodiak is a hive of gossip. By now the word is out that the KPD made a big bust this morning." Lucian offered a smile as he spoke, his quiet voice laced with humor as he mentioned the big bust.
Lucian grinned and jabbed J.D. gently in the ribs, "Go on, J. We had a hand in this fiasco. Besides, we need to sit down and talk without hostile interactions." As usual, his voice was mild and reasonable. "We need to figure out what our father knows that made him warn us not to contact Stephanie's uncle, how the police had all the information they had, and what the next steps are. We are also going to need Reagan's help to keep her on the island and safe for now."
Lucian stepped out of the building and rolled his shoulders to loosen the tension that had built up in them. The end result of this misadventure had gone in their favor, which was a minor miracle. Surprisingly, Reagan had not read him and J.D. the riot act...yet. The only thing that concerned him was how the cops had found out about Miss Stroud's concerns over her uncle. Did his father know more than he had shared with them? If so, he was going to have words with Liam over holding back vital information.
Spotting Stephanie and Kat, Lucian headed in their direction. He nodded and gave a polite smile, "Miss Stroud, Kat," he acknowledged both young women. "I owe you both an apology for all of this," Lucian gestured at the police department. "Kat, I owe you a debt of gratitude for helping us."
"Reagan will be out shortly to take us to your ranch to pick up our vehicle. Would you ladies like a ride?"
J.D. stood behind Lucian with his hands stuffed into his pockets. This had hardly been the way he wanted to spend his first day back home in several years. He eye-rolled a bit as his brother suddenly became the smooth one as always. He nodded helpfully and gave a tight smile at the ladies to back up what Lucian was saying.
Reagan took the offered hand and gave it a firm shake, "Thank you for not escalating the situation and welcome to Kodiak, Lt. Dryer." Her voice was pleasant and hid her surprise at how easily the situation had been resolved. Of course, Lucian and J.D. had spotless records. Both men had a sincere respect for the law.
Turning her attention to her brother who was now on his feet, Reagan added, "Wolf, I will go let J.D. and Miss Stroud know. I assume you will need a ride back to the ranch to get your car?"
Lucian nodded, but stayed silent as his sister gathered her things and left the interview room. When the door closed, he spoke. As usual, his voice was quiet, pleasantly pitched, and did not reveal his surprise at Dryer's information regarding the threat from Stephanie's uncle. "I just caught the case, Lieutenant. However, it is my policy to keep the KPD looped in on things in case we need arrests made."
Lucian had remained still and quiet while watching the drama play out between Stephanie and Rick Dryer. He did give a mental wince or two at her language and then her vehemence. Lucian felt sure Reagan could play that off as Stephanie being high strung plus being upset over this incident winding up in the news. If what she had told them about her uncle's plans to have her committed, this incident could play nicely into his hands.
There were several things that Lucian did not like about the situation they found themselves in. Chief amongst them was having to be less than truthful with the local police. He sighed quietly.
Somehow, Lucian needed to get word to Stephanie and to Kat that his sister would represent all of them. Then an idea occurred to him. Stephanie Stroud was nothing if not innovative and smart as a whip. While everyone was busy sorting out who was doing what with whom, Lucian reached into his jacket and slipped out his sister's business card.
The windows on the car were cracked just enough to let air circulate. Moving smoothly, Lucian slipped the card through the rear window so that it would flutter down next to Stephanie. In the next instant, he was standing where he had been previously, quietly observing the action. Reagan was an officer of the court and could be disbarred for lying. Perhaps she would be able to spin the events so that it was not a lie and not kidnapping.
Lucian heard Stephanie's shout-out to the police. He was pleasantly surprised and pleased that she understood that their intentions had been good. Hopefully, it would keep them from doing twenty-five to life in Anvil Mountain.
"Remember," Lucian said to J.D., "all we say is that we will cooperate fully with our attorney present."
Lucian returned his now empty revolver to his shoulder holster but left the ammo on the table. He offered his twin a wry smile and headed for the door. His eyes scanned the scene until he located the man in charge, the cop with the bullhorn and he blinked. When he had talked to Rick Dryer at the Alibi, the man was retired from the LAPD. Now, he was in charge? Well, the Kodiak Police Department was small. No doubt Aidan O'Quinn had snapped him up.
Following the cop's directions, he stepped out on the porch with his hands raised and palms up. "Dryer, my sidearm is in a shoulder holster and unloaded," Lucian called out. His next words repeated what he had said to his brother. "My brother and I will cooperate fully with our attorney present."
J.D. had his Hi-Power with his finger through the trigger guard, holding it up with his hands apart like it was hanging on a hook. He followed his brother out of the house and he looked at the scattered police aiming weapons at them. He walked down the steps behind Lucian as some officers closed in. J.D.'s pistol was yanked off his finger. Heglanced in that direction. "I'll need a receipt for that.."
The cops closed in fast, four of them in all their SWAT gear looking so cool in their sexy black unis and storm troopery in their helmets (Steph's POV here). One each took the ladies by one elbow and yanked them to follow, not that Steph was about to resist. She was also not about to keep quiet either.
"Hey, we're good. Don't get excited now, guys. The men inside won't resist."
The SWAT dude didn't reply but hustled her at a rapid pace until they all got behind one of the SWAT vans.
"I need to talk to someone in charge. No offense, but plainly you aren't someone in charge. I wanna talk to the guy with the bullhorn, please! This has all been a really silly misunderstanding. I can explain everything," Steph insisted.
"Just stay put for now, miss," the cop wasn't having any of it.
Lucian's brows furrowed. The voice seemed familiar. However, it was definitely not Aiden O'Quinn. If the voice behind the bullhorn belonged to some glory-hound, this situation could become volatile. Since the last thing Lucian wanted was for either of the women or his brother to be harmed, he needed to keep things peaceful.
Reaching under his jacket and removed his revolver, laying it on the table, well out of Stephanie's reach. He stepped across the kitchen and raised the window so that he could call out and be heard.
J.D. drifted over and scooped up Lucian's revolver, sliding it into a jacket pocket with a glance at Stephanie. "Not that I don't trust you, but...I don't trust you." He then moved over to stand beside the window near Lucian but out of view from the men outside.
Steph smirked, "Wow. And yet you want me to hire you to protect me and pay you. Unreal."
"This is Lucian MacLeod," he managed to yell without seeming to raise his voice all that much. "Miss Stroud and Miss Mercer are coming out. We are disarming and will follow them out."
Lucian would make it clear to the police that Kat had had no part in the previous evening's escapades. However, a little help would go a long way. He looked at Stephanie, "Miss Stroud, I would be grateful if you would make it clear to the police that all Miss Mercer did was offer you a safe place to sleep. She has no part in any of this and should not be held accountable for simply being a good friend to you and to us."
"I was friends with Kat before we came here, I know she's completely innocent. I'd never get her into trouble."
After that, Lucian looked to J.D. "Our best way out of this is to surrender and sort it out at police headquarters."
J.D.'s mouth tightened into a line and he looked at his brother. "As plans go, this is not one of your better ones..." He fished out Lucian's revolver and emptied the cylinder, handing the loose rounds to his brother and the revolver back, butt first. He then pulled out his Hi-Power and ejected the magazine, racking the slide to get the round from the chamber and putting them into a pocket as he held the pistol with the slide locked back. "I might can call one of my friends to vouch that we, or at least I...am not a kidnapper."
"That's funny.....you not only were a major part of taking me out of the rave against my will but you also brandished a gun. You sure looked like a kidnapper," Stephie pointed out, rather amused now by who was in trouble now.
Stephanie now turned to the other woman, the very last person she wanted hurt out of all this mess, and smiled.
"Well should we head on out there like the bullhorn dude said? Don't worry, I know the guy, he's not bad...for a cop. But just to be on the safe side I think we should put our hands up like in the movies."
Suddenly she thought of something, "Shit! I don't even have any makeup on."
"We are good here, Kat, thank you," Lucian told the woman. "I also want to thank you for all of this and I will assist with breakfast once things are sorted out."
"Honestly, so you kidnap me, scare the living shit out of me, wave a fuckin' gun around me, and then make this offer? So is this how you get all your clients? Novel sales approach I will say," she smirked.
Lucian then turned his attention to Stephanie. He allowed a smile at her comments, but shook his head, "Kidnapping is not my preferred method for snaring clients, Miss Stroud. I made an exception for you due to the circumstances. Remember, I was operating only with my father's concern that you might be in some kind of danger. Also, Bjòrn, the man that owns the rave where we found you, is know for his less than savory business practices and clientele. I do admit..." Lucian glanced at J.D., "...the gun play was probably overkill. However, we wanted to clear the crowd out so we could get you to safety without harming anyone else."
"IF I do say 'yes' and not promising I will....but if I do, I will want a really REALLY big discount on your fee. What you did to me should merit a nice discount, right?" she then grinned at Kat. Kat was a business woman, she'd appreciate this negotiation tactic. Stephanie was a Stroud, she only played hardball not softball.
Now, Lucian actually grinned in response to Stephanie's attempt at negotiation. Despite everything, he found himself warming up to the girl, "For now, we will consider fees under negotiation since, technically, my father hired Storm Shelter to locate you and make sure you were safe."
About Storm Shelter
Storm Shelter brings crime drama and not quite soapy soap-opera to the online written RPG world. Set in one of America's last frontiers, the residents of Kodiak Island and Storm Shelter Air & Rescue encounter bad guys and storm gales in equal measure. The RPG offers guided site-wide plots and open character driven stories..