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Post by Matthew Gregory on Aug 29, 2014 2:53:29 GMT
Matt raised a brow as he listened to Monica’s appraisal of the situation. Seemed spot on and worse it looked as if that was where they were heading. He had no idea how long the police would have to solve things but as it wasn’t even on anyone’s radar no matter how long they got from the Kiss it wouldn’t be long enough. "Well a bad day can always get worse." He said as he stood. He tossed down enough to cover what he thought would be half the meal he joined her in stride. The wind had picked up he could smell winter in the breeze. Shivering he reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out his e-cig. It was still a nasty habit but he felt a little better about offending anyone else with actual smoke.
Taking a puff he said, “As you are the most senior dick what would you think is the best course?” He was sure she had some things working in her head. Her thousand yard stare said as much. He had several street level ideas but cleaning up one borough let alone a city was still a little out of his league. He knew however she might have a few favors to call in that wouldn’t result in the Brass taking the case and making it and them disappear from public scrutiny.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Aug 29, 2014 6:12:29 GMT
Did he seriously just refer to her as an old man's boner? Frown on her face as she shook her head what ever, then hearing the rest of it. " I do have some calls I can make as Im sure you do as well, so once we make them we get our stuff together and make a strong case first because I'm not hanging my self out to dry on this. I dont want either of us being able to come under fire for this later should they sweep it under the rug or try to say it never happened. "
She'd seen it with some of the older files massive deaths covered up by cops working with the vampires or weres to not make the city look bad and she was all fine for that but what about the families missing or torn apart where was their justice in all this? She was walking back toward the precinct now, with him in tow glad his smoking was e not the real ones. Shed never picked up the habit as being a dancer you were into your body and needed stamina, stamina was killed by smoking.
So they both knew what they had to do and part of that would be avoiding internal drama while they sorted through the mess that this could turn into" you still got time to get out yanno just say you made a mistake and run for it before you have were leopards chasing you through alleys and vampires considering you a threat of some sort"
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Post by Matthew Gregory on Aug 29, 2014 7:29:33 GMT
Matt chuckled not because what she said was funny but it sounded like the warning he’d heard from his previous CO when he asked to be transferred. He could hear her now, ‘Boy why you gotta be so crazy. You go down to the Spook squad ad all you’ll be fit for his the seminary or the crazy house. You sure tyou want to go do that stuff full time I can lose the request if you want.’ "Does it look like I want to miss the fun stuff? I didn’t hit the gym for the last twenty years of my life and wade through all that paperwork to sit on the sideline. Besides this is more up my alley anyway. The crowd will be similar enough that it’ll feel like Narco all over again."
He joked but all the same once his transfer had come due he had updated his living will. Even if he was turned into a vampire he was to be staked and buried on hallowed ground. If he was bitten he was to be locked away in one of the treatment centers with no visitors for at least two years. He didn’t want to be a risk to anyone or anything. If anything weirder happened to him he was to be put down as humanely as possible. He could deal with the risks of the job he wouldn’t however be a torture to his parents family or friends.
Putting the e-cig away he cleared his throat. " See you inside; I need to go get some gum. And there’s one of my old CI’s." He said nodding to the emaciated frame of Kydim Marston. He was 6’5”and a former college basketball star. In his prime he could do a dunk everyone called over the moon. He windmill the ball over the rim as he spun and jammed it home over his shoulder. The fact he could do it with either hand made him a danger in the paint. Hell anywhere inside the free throw line and he was a dunk risk. The boy had hops out of this world. Sadly he also had an addictive personality that made drugs a huge risk that he couldn’t avoid. He blew his knee out ten years back just as he was on the cusp of going Pro. It was all down hill from there.
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