<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Investigation on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/investigation/</link><description>Recent content in Investigation on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/investigation/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Pornographers Have Her Now</title><link>/stories/2019/01/12/the-pornographers-have-her-now/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/01/12/the-pornographers-have-her-now/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I just watched it for a second time in my office, in it&amp;rsquo;s entirety, it&amp;rsquo;s definitely Jessica&amp;rdquo; the police chief told his mayor excitedly in the mayor&amp;rsquo;s downtown office. The DVD had been delivered to the chief&amp;rsquo;s home post office box right out in front of his suburban home in a plain box without any postage on it, he having the good fortune to have gotten the mail that day instead of his wife. Inside the box was a hand written note telling the chief that this was an unedited pre-production copy of their latest work for his exclusive viewing pleasure, and that the amount of editing employed on this particular DVD before it&amp;rsquo;s general release depended on him and his mayor, as did their newest stars ability to star in any sequels.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Together we are Stronger</title><link>/stories/2018/07/12/together-we-are-stronger/</link><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/07/12/together-we-are-stronger/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="togetherwearestronger13.html"&gt;Part 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 14: Heart Strings&lt;/strong&gt;
By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It took him ten minutes to get to the Burger Bar. Everyone at the scene was eager to report useless information, delaying him from leaving. He ought to be on his way home, not digging himself deeper into this pit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He pushed his way into the iconic Burger Bar fast-food franchise. He hadn’t visited a place like this in years. If there was a situation, he usually sent a constable to get food for everyone, but he never went himself. Once upon a time it had been a familiar kind of place. They hadn’t changed much from the days when he’d first started out, assisting D.I. Abness.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Detectives And The Dominatrix</title><link>/stories/2018/05/26/the-detectives-and-the-dominatrix/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/26/the-detectives-and-the-dominatrix/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="detectivesandthedominatrix.html"&gt;Part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Assisting Police With Their Enquiries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There is a hubbub in the station as she arrives, she is certainly stunning and caught the eye of all the cops. She gives her statement to Benson and Ruby, the information being essentially the same she gave them earlier in her “office”.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She remains cool and in control, which seems to tick off Ruby, who had hoped in the police environment she might make some mistake, but nothing. In fact, Ruby is slowly warming to her, just slightly. She is clever, composed and tough, just what Ruby would like others to believe she is. And Miss Gunn is definitely the boss in a mainly man’s world. Ruby really doesn’t think she has killed Kemp, she is far too smart, and if she wanted him dead, she’d have found a much better way. But they have very else to go on for the moment, so she tries to keep an open mind and maybe have another look at the business partners, or even Kemp’s wife, maybe there is something there?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Institutionalised</title><link>/stories/2017/09/26/institutionalised/</link><pubDate>Tue, 26 Sep 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/09/26/institutionalised/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: The Star Reporter On The Case&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“No, absolutely not. What, on the basis of a tip, an anonymous tip at that, you want to go investigating into my institute. It’s probably some relative who feels aggrieved. No, I have absolute faith in my staff here, there is no abuse, I reiterate, no abuse of any patients under my care.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Look,” I took a deep breath, “this is what I do for a living and I’m good at it, of course we get anonymous tips, all the time, many of them come to nothing, but this was different, this was twice. So I’ll ask again, I want to come here and investigate rumours, okay not rumours, this tip. If there’s nothing in it, well great for you. And anyway what have you got to hide?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Go</title><link>/stories/2015/12/03/go/</link><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/12/03/go/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Regina Monroe and Raymond Moore were partners with a history. From their first days at the Academy, they had been thrust together by a system that loved to alphabetize everything. In classroom, during field training, even on the exercise yard, the placement of their names on the lists had them paired together more often than not. By the time they graduated, their partnership had been established beyond any doubt, with even some of the instructors referring to them as Raygina. After graduation, assigned to the same station, the partnership, and the nickname, had stuck.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>New Lessons of Love 6: Decisions</title><link>/stories/2014/08/14/new-lessons-of-love-6-decisions/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/08/14/new-lessons-of-love-6-decisions/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="newlessonsoflove5.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Lessons of Love 5: Hot Night in the Woods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 6: Decisions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wandered around the area near the dining hall, unsure where my life was headed. My head was awash in uncertainties&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She wants me to become her man?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I do not think I can do it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What will she do if I cannot?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What will I do?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why is she putting me through this?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Where have I done wrong?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Churning Butter</title><link>/stories/2014/05/12/churning-butter/</link><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/05/12/churning-butter/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2014 by The Technician ( &lt;a href="mailto:TheTechnician1001@yahoo.com"&gt;TheTechnician1001@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;. ) Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Cheetara In Mumm-Ra's Pyramid</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/cheetara-in-mumm-ras-pyramid/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/cheetara-in-mumm-ras-pyramid/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Cheetara arrived at the black pyramid as the sun was going down. The place was creepy enough during daylight hours, in the dark with a constant clash of thunder and lightening all around, it was even more frightening. Steeling her resolve and running around the structure at super-speed, she quickly found a door into the lair of Third Earth&amp;rsquo;s most vile, wicked fiend; Mumm-Ra.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The entire tribe of warrior maidens had recently gone missing, and rumor had it the wretched bag of bones was the one behind it. If he was behind all their disappearances, Cheetara could only speculate as to how he managed to capture them all. Sure, he had the reptilian Slithe and those other repulsive mutants to do his bidding, but the lot of them were too dimwitted and clumsy to defeat and capture an entire village of skilled warrior women, let alone do it over night. As the only Thundercat not off world at the moment, it fell to Cheetara to investigate the matter.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>