Hudson Fuel and Welding
26-20 Ditmars Boulevard
Saturday, January 22nd
Munch and Fin got out of their black car in the middle of a fuel depot; tanks, canisters, tanker trucks everywhere. "Excuse me, you in charge?" Yelled Fin to a guy in a flannel shirt holding a clipboard. "I'm the owner;" He replied. "NYPD, detectives Munch and Fin, we have a few questions;" Said Fin, flashing his badge. "Sure, name's Rodger;" Said the guy. "You supply fuel oil, diesel fuel to a church; lots of it?" Asked Munch. "I have a few contracts for tanks to fuel fleet and maintenance vehicles, a couple hundred gallons;" Said Roger; "Though now that you say it, it wasn't a church but…" "But?" Asked Fin. "It was an industrial building, but the people there were some real religious freaks, nut jobs;" Said Roger. "Why'd you supply them diesel then?" Asked Fin. "They claimed it was for a generator, tank looked like it was connected to it, but it seemed like a lot for the size generator it was, and the thing looked like it had hadn't been used in a long time, rusty and stuff." "I left a tip on that counter-terrorism hot line, but I never got a call back, but I stopped supplying them after they freaked out on one of my drivers." "Freaked out how?" Asked Fin. "Went off on him because he swore when he cut his hand on their crappy equipment;" Explained Roger. "You still have an address?" Asked Munch. "I'll run you copies of the waybills; they have the address on them;" Said Roger. "One other thing, did you ever see either of these two, when you where there?" Asked Munch holding up Mr. Leomalt and Martha Redding photos. "Yeah, the guy seemed to be the foreman, or boss, and I saw the girl there, employee or something;" Said Roger.
Special Victims Unit
Squad Room
Saturday, January 22nd
"Fin and Munch got an address, 2590 Richmond Terrace, Staten Island;" Said Cragen coming out of his office; "I'll call ESU and the bomb squad, you guys get over there and surround the place." "Don't bother;" Said Yasmeene, taking off a pair of headphones; "Reports just came in to 911 that there was a massive explosion at that address, no one saw anyone leave the building, including an NYPD RMP."
2590 Richmond Terrace
Former 'Nagle Radio Manufacturing'
Saturday, January 22nd
Firefighters were pouring foam onto the burning wreckage of a bunch of steel 55 gallon drums, the building was gone. Except for a small portion that was a loading dock area. Benson and Stabler got out of their car. "Hello Chief O' Malley;" Said Benson as he walked up. "Building just exploded occurring to eyewitnesses, we'll have EMI pull video from that camera up there, but bomb squad all ready found bombs inside that trailer over there, their going to call us when they're done;" Said the chief.
"They found bombs in this?" Asked Mavis, looking at the side of the trailer, which had USPS markings. "Yeah;" Said Munch; "They were in boxes ready to be mailed." "If you want my take, their plan was to fill the trailer, leave it at a post office, and rest is obvious;" Said Mavis, shaking her head, still looking at the trailer. "Wouldn't be hard to believe, looks like a trailer they might have just unloaded it, or if they swapped it out with another trailer;" She continued. "Damn we got lucky;" Said Thumper. "But for how long?" said Matt turning and walking back down the driveway.
That is all, sorry, the last few weeks have been a mess, my internet was screwed up, I've got a few personal problems to deal with, but her it is.
Notes:
1. Ch Name inspired by: System of a Down's 'Tentative'