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Post by Wyetta Grim on May 12, 2018 21:08:52 GMT
Wyetta sat her feet up on her desk her head back sunglasses on and earbuds firmly implanted. She ws looking at the dust gathered o he ceiling and watching her thoughts. She was running down everything they had on the Might Night arrests.
A mafia princess who was arrested making her way to a private airport upstate. That had turned into a cluster of epic proportions as she hen administered the usual test had been exposed but hadn’t contracted lycanthropy. The assumptions were clear she was a furbanger. It didn’t go well for her as they found the wreckage of several systems that were illegal. They were designed by the federal government to electronically hack into several databases. That whole arm of the Cosa Nostra immediately began to crumble in on itself.
Sadly it was a jurisdictional nightmare. Several federal agencies of the alphabet crew and the local manpower. Not to mention her and Leo. It seemed Celestra had inadvertently come up on their radar due the false positive and yet she had actively impeded their investigation. She had provided not one but two sets of identification to the female wolf they’d been searching for. Once in Houlton as she crossed over into Canada and once in Eastport when she crossed back into the US. She’d been smart and cagey and it was clear that whatever she had wanted to do getting caught was not on that list. She was back in the US and there was very little they could do now. She knew if they put out the all points it was a day late and dollar short. She was not only in the wind worse she was probably on the reservation that Leo kept calling to every few weeks. Jursidictional nightmare would be the upshot of that unless they went there put eyes on her or put several bullets into her.
Then there was the Federal Spooks who converged on the city without so much as a how do you do and began nosing about. They tore into Celestra’s life and found a connection to one of her clients that had them riding cow over everyone. Top level DOJ clearance and access to the Presidents secretary’s private line. Involved an AWOL soldier at least that was their cover story yet they were angry nervous and way to secretive for that to be the full truth. All in all if not for Leo’s help and more than a little guidance as well as magical science know how she would have umped her dose up to a fatal level. As it stood while she was still on the sauce as she liked to call the inhibitor, she was on a dose far lower than she’d ever been on. And it was absorbed transdermally. She could not only make it through the day but she could also tolerate being touched. Not for long and not by surprise but still it was enough; baby steps to make the whole time seem a veritable Christmas miracle.
So here she was taking a moment to connect the dots and enjoy the fact she could be sleeveless for the first time since her childhood. A robbery in progress with a known lycanthrope former member of the Silver Claws. She looked for Leo finally just picking up her phone and texting him…
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Post by Leo Henry on May 22, 2018 23:50:27 GMT
He had a strong feeling that the wolfstress would never be brought back to new york alive. Part of him was angry over that but part of him didn't care he had other things on his mind like the huge bust that former ripit celebrity Monica Davis had just gotten for the city. It was shaping up to be a huge blow for the type of places that the man had worked in proving what most others already knew about places like that. hell in a past life he would have been in one himself for what he and his partner could do.
They still had rough days but they were fewer in number and they had gotten into an if not friendly, calm working space. while she was bare-armed he wore a summer weight suit jacket over a short sleeved button up as he walked into the pen. His ever-present fedora on his head, knowing she didn't like snuck up on he purposely walked clear in front of her as a signal that he was there giving her a smile of welcome. a stack of reports in his hand's encyclopedia-thick, these were some of the many witness statements and evidence that had been taken at the site. Every patient or former patient that was still alive or lucid enough to share had been questioned. This guy was a piece of work, the poor women who he had damaged the missing patients covered up.
The feebs had taken over but were parsing out crap work to the locals who then shoveled it to them since it was to do with supernaturals on all but the most basic of levels. The regular laws broken were already being processed to build the case but any time it directly involved a victim of a paranormal type they got it.
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Post by Wyetta Grim on May 23, 2018 3:48:02 GMT
His cologne strangely enough hit her nose first. She was mentally turned inward as she probed the time left on her patch. She’d managed to cut down to ten a week instead of the twenty-six she started out on. It was a long road but she was still as far as all the sources a long way out on the limb. The dose she was on had all but shutdown one psychics abilities. Yet she could still if she let her shields down, funny that she had shields to let down, use her abilities. The tremors more focused and could be aimed. Though it was more of a wide beam instead of a targeted attempt.
Sparing a smirk and nod of thanks as Leo sauntered in bopping to his own inimitable beat. His arms laden with more paperwork than most cops saw in a month. “May need to freshen up before we go. Caught a case that can have us not batting cleanup. Be right back. The call is up on my screen.” She said excusing herself taking her backpack. She still cleaned all of her surfaces every morning and after every return but with the patches she was able to tolerate so much more. Even with having managed to limit her usage.
She owed Leo so much. She still hadn’t found a way to repay him but it was a constant thought. Eventually she would. For now however it was all about being a better cop at least on the surface.
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Post by Leo Henry on May 25, 2018 0:52:31 GMT
His playfully wrinkled nose was the only response she would get he knew better than to comment on lady business even if he was almost ninety percent sure that's not what this was about." well make it snappy cappy cause I don't want to be in here all day if there is somewhere else we can be."
He puttered around his desk some while he waited and divided the pile between them with his gloved hands placing half on her in-box and the other in his. They would still have to do these eventually so he couldn't take them back to the file room. Then he went to sign out the car they always took and out of respect no one else would touch because of what would happen to them riding in that. The first time he and Wynetta had cleaned it within an inch of its life the smell of cleaner and sage had wrinkled the next pairs nose. So now they just took any other one but that one.
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Post by Wyetta Grim on May 26, 2018 1:00:01 GMT
The walk was a quick one since surprisingly the NYPD had been far quicker than anyone expected in taking to the whole gender neutrality It meant they did away with the majority of the sex-assigned restrooms and there were twelve different single use restrooms across each floor. All in addition to the two large communal on each floor. The construction surprisingly not held up by the unions and fast tracked with a few additional hands from out of state. She of course chose one of the smaller private ones. She’d taken to frequenting the same one as a way to minimize her time inside. Cleaning was a breeze since she’d slowly managed to have he custodians using her product. It was a small deal more expensive but as they offered a discount I lieu of full price provided they received preferential ticketing status it worked out. It meant that her room as she began thinking on it was usually as free of tremors and spirits as could be. The patches doing their magic didn’t hurt any either.
At the door she slipped on her gloves before entering. Once inside she did a quick scan allowing her shields to lapse just enough to see what not to touch what not to go near and what definitely not brush against. Retrieving her spray bottle she inoculated the surfaces. Once clean she sat her bag down. Meeting her gaze in the mirror she smirked the bags had cleared up surprisingly she thought they’d be there to stay. Sliding her pants down exposing her hip she removed the patch form her bag. Sighing as she peeled it out of its wrapper. The scent having a third eye stinging effect as always. She inhaled and ripped the older one off quickly slapping the new one on. Instantly she was hit. Oh yeah that was the good stuff she thought as the chemically manipulated decoction hit her system. Leaning on the counter as the first potent dose slapped her hard.
Making her way out after packing everything away she had a pep to her step as the dose did so much towards protecting her small control. Getting back she saw that Leo had parsed out the back log of paperwork. She inwardly groaned. Moving to her desk she unlocked it and removed her jacket. Slipping it on she locked her desk back looking to him raising a brow. “Alright Methuselah lets shake a tailfeather. We don’t want to keep the bad guy waiting.”
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Post by Leo Henry on Jun 14, 2018 6:14:14 GMT
In the old days he would have said something possibly sexist and scathing while good-natured in return but today's climate he just sighed and came along, just glad she was in better spirits. They got to the car and since she knew where they were headed he without question sat in the passenger seat. fingers drumming he sighed"I keep having this dream.. he keeps trying to tell me something but his face is hazy.. I think he mad because I'm distracted"
His words were just flowing not really pointed just needing them out and knowing she would understand.
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Post by Wyetta Grim on Jun 14, 2018 17:25:23 GMT
He was quick on the uptake and a retort was never far from his lips. She looked at him as he bit his tongue clearly something else on his mind. In the few months they’d worked as actual partners with him helping her with his connections and experience she’d learned a little about him. Not enough but a little bit. She could have pressed him but chose to wait. If she pushed he’d clam up and she would open like a flower. She’d learned a lot about herself as well. Her abilities activated even with her shields in place if she focused on something. Anger helped control and fighting helped tremendously yet to remain fully in control she needed to be as blank a slate as possible. So she didn’t push, she didn’t pry. She mentally recited the mantra she’d learned to help with her control.
Halfway to the scene they were hit with a call from the Marshal services switchboard. It was tagged a potential bomb threat. Which meant nothing most in-field scenes remained tagged by the initial call until assigned. It had her curious as bombs rarely had anything to do with them. Not to mention they had a crime in progress.
"I don’t think you’re distracted I think you realize how things will go if you head back to Chicago. It’s a nasty place. D’arcangelo die there. And it turns out he was the big man as far as witches went. Your friend Templeton died there and you and he says he was a badass. That Air Marshal Lennox or whatever he was died there. Marshal Lau disappeared there. The Butcher called the place home. And if its true the most respected consulting witch in most of the Nation went missing there. Not to mention you almost died there multiple times. There is statistically no way things won’t go bad or worse. And its not my place but I can’t let you go there… alone. My father would disown me again and I would never sleep again if something bad happened to you."
Sighing as she revealed perhaps a little but much . She focused on the road for a few blocks before saying, “ Look in the glovebox.”
Inside were two standing tickets business class for Chicago. Along with the accrued leave time they both had. She never took her time so she was flush and it seemed he was much the same. His tenure of course granting him three extra days but as a whole they both had four weeks of leave. Provided they had no active case that they were primary on.
Pulling up to the location where they’d been redirected she frowned. It was still as much a circus as would be expected at a murder scene. She saw CSU, the Demolitions Disposal or double D unit, RoHo, Special victims, The Marshals and hanging back were the FBI and Postal Service. She stepped out moving her badge to the chain lanyard. For some reason they liked questioning female detectives roughly twice as much as their male counterparts. Bitter no not her. Slipping on her sunglasses she moved to the cordoned off area giving Leo time to compose himself.
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