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When; November 2nd (Waxing Crescent)
Rating; Potentially PG-13 for the boys' foul mouths
Characters; badhairlifetime, orangetoughguy, and shifts. Later on specifics.
Summary; After a certain amount of ruckus, the police force is given orders to take in the suspects. Questioning ensues.
Log;
At the very least, it should be followed by investigation, the gathering of evidence, finding clues, suspicion, apprehending the suspects, intense questioning, which sometimes lead to confession, which always then, in turn, led to punishment.

And after the stint in the ammunition shop, leaving three dead, it wasn't all too hard to piece together who the suspects should be. That was one good thing about the network's tendency towards spontaneous recording. Her boss back home had always gone on about the chase. She was good at the chase, it was in her blood. But what he never realized was that you could go on the chase without actually running.

Sometimes you could go on the chase with words. She sighed and opened the door where the two suspects were waiting in the open waiting room.

Comments

[orangetoughguy]

You've actually needed the cops?

[It's a joke. Come on don't be so sour pussy.]

[signatures]

Once or twice.

[ He only shakes his head, puffing smoke out of his nose like a dragon. ]

[orangetoughguy]

I shoulda never picked your ass up when I saw you running into the street, man.

[Freddy shakes his head. Eames ain't dumb, it should be obvious it's trying to rehearse a script with the guy, if he's willing to comply.]

[signatures]

[ Eames rolls with it quickly. He doesn't know what they have on himself, but he's not about to bring Orange into his mess. ]

It's what you get for being a good Samaritan, I suppose. I never got the proper chance to thank you for staying in the hospital with me. One usually doesn't deserve it after nearly giving their savior a concussion.

[orangetoughguy]

[Say what? Come on now they can still roll with Eames being caught in the crossfire. He never said the guy came running out of the store, just running out into the street. Bullets fly through doors and windows too. He'll say he never saw a weapon on him either. Freddy considers surveillance issues but as far as he knows there ain't one.]

You don't gotta thank me for shit, man. Shootin' off like it's New Year's Eve ain't right anywhere. Hell someone could've lost an eye.

[signatures]

I suppose I could consider myself one of the lucky ones.

[ He sinks in his seat, fingers curling around the handcuffs. ] Right ridiculous, this is.

[orangetoughguy]

You are, you're alive, and you didn't do anything any other guy wouldn't have.

[His brow furrows because he detects a slight hint of defeat in Eames' demeanor.]

[signatures]

Yet, here I am.

[ He muses, thinking it's a pity Orange's regular doctor wasn't available. Perhaps they'd have avoided this. ]

[orangetoughguy]

....They coulda let you put on a t-shirt, show off.

[That's a joke, lighten the mood and all.]

[signatures]

If they were trying to make me appear less threatening, this wasn't the way to do it.

[ Ha-ha. He flashes a small, sardonic grin at Orange before huffing out another plume of smoke. ]

[orangetoughguy]

Wow okay Mr. WW-fuckin'-F excuse me I gotta piss my pants now.

[Hands up in surrender to play the part.]

[signatures]

[ Cute. Eames eyes slide toward the clock on the far wall. ]

How long can they hold us here for?

[orangetoughguy]

Depends on what they got, what they wanna make you think they got.

[He shrugs.] Nobody's arrested yet so it can't be much. You're just in those for being a jerk, I think.

[signatures]

They were hardly the nicest blokes for it.

[ Okay, true, Eames could have been a little cooler about it. But the second to last thing Eames wants to deal with is cops - the last thing being prison. Does the City even have a prison? Things to ask Arthur, later. ]

[orangetoughguy]

Some guy's are just askin' for it.

[He's just joking to lighten the mood. Down the hall Freddy can see a cop looking at them then approaching. Seems like someone's about to go in.]

They don't know shit. They believe every fucking word cause you're super cool.

[Freddy utters between the two of them and it's just as much for himself. Looks like they're taking him in first.]