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Donald Neilson was also known as ‘the Black Panther’ during his criminal career. His career began when his building and carpentry business hit hard times and he was unable to support himself, turning firstly to burglary and eventually armed robbery to supplement his income.

His target of choice were small post offices, operating under the logic that they would be easier to rob and would have fewer security measures. It was during these armed robberies that he committed his first murders, shooting witnesses in the process of robbing the post offices. While the robberies supplied him with small amounts of money he craved a much larger pay off, and decided to branch out into kidnapping for ransom.

He targeted 17 year old Lesley Whittle, whose father had left her £82,500 in his will. Neilson broke into her house at night and kidnapped her at gun point, enabling him to take the young girl without a struggle or much noise. He left a ransom note demanding £50,000 and tied Lesley to a disused drainage shaft by a rope around her neck, leaving her with food and bedding. Eventually Neilson grew to believe that Mr Whittle was operating within a police trap in order facilitate his arrest, and in a rage is thought to have pushed Leslie off a ledge by the drainage shaft, throttling her, the constriction of her carotid artery slowing her heart down to such an extent that it quickly stopped altogether, killing her.

Her body was discovered hanging from a wire, with her feet inches from the ground. Neilson was eventually arrested in the process of carrying out another armed robbery, with police officers spotting the gun sitting in the back of his car. After a struggle - which lead to the injuries shown above - he was apprehended. He was convicted of four murders and sentenced to life imprisonment.

Manhattan Mistress part 9


Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader, Tony x reader and OC!Casey (daughter of Y/N and Tony)

Summary: The devil may care what happens in Brooklyn, but the Manhattan Mistress has lost all her trust in Steve and is getting ready for battle. Song is “Shoot and run” by Josef Salvat.

Word count: 3.051

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of murder, death and rape. Please do not read belong the cut if you’re not comfortable with any of forementioned!

A/N: Dedicated to my favourite mob AU writer @caplanbuckybarnes. Enjoy sweetie!

Part 6: the white noise

Part 7: the waiting game

Part 8: the heathens

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anonymous asked:

Random prompt: The first thing Oriana did after the war

Oriana couldn’t sleep—not after the message that she had received that afternoon.

I can’t tell you much right now, but I want you to know: if I have done nothing more than to help you live in freedom and safety, even for a little while… my life will have been worth something. I love you, and I will always be your sister.

Oriana sighed. Miranda rarely did anything without reason, but what were her reasons for sending a message like that? Was she in even more danger than usual?

For what felt like the hundredth time that night, Oriana switched on her terminal and navigated to the Alliance News Network—and her train of thought was shattered by what she saw.

Image after image of the Reapers, and all of them were crumbling—over cities, into oceans, under skies full of smoke. Other images flashed by: an asari commando clapping her hands, a salarian gunning down a husk, a pair of krogan huddled close to each other behind a pile of rubble.  

Oriana gathered her breath from somewhere in her chest. “Mom?” she called in a voice that didn’t sound like her own. “Mom!”

As her family members awoke and clustered around the terminal, chattering in disbelief, she felt as though part of her heart had chipped away and floated off. There was someplace else where she needed to be—where, in some ways, she already was. With the lightness and certainty of a sleepwalker, she rose, went to her room, and began to pack her suitcase.

A moment later, she heard the familiar shuffling footsteps of her mother. “Oriana? What are you doing?”

“I’m going to find Miranda.”

“What?” Her mother knelt beside her. “Do you even know where she is? Will it be safe? She always has someone on her tail.”

“That someone is me, now.” Oriana folded a shirt with a decisive, slicing movement. “Maybe she wants to be found. Maybe she doesn’t. But if anyone is a match for her, I think I am.”

Idaho archetype: the Real Country Girl, often found in pink camo, clutching starbucks. Her fishing and hiking adventures involve more instagram than fish or hiking. Posts memes about Fake (read:hot) Country Girls.

Pros: she can probably fire a gun
Cons: her boyfriend says hoo-rah CONSTANTLY

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Who does he think he is? Some kind of Hollywood action hero?