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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jun 16, 2012 0:14:28 GMT -5
(Writing for Wilson, with permission)
*I look up a second time when there's a knock on my door, mere moments after Vico left. Will I ever get this paperwork done? Pushing my chair back rather harder than necessary, I cross the room and open the door, only to find several dracs holding a killjoy on my doorstep. I frown.* Who are you, and why are you - ah. *I push my glasses up, belatedly remembering some note or other from earlier in the day.* I have an interrogation to do, don't I?
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Blackout
Crash Queen
You're not afraid of the dark, are ya?
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Post by Blackout on Jun 16, 2012 0:21:44 GMT -5
yes sir *two other dracs grab the killjoy and usher her into the room*
Hey! Let me go! *i struggle a bit before glaring up at Wilson, battered, bruised, and a little bloody*
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jun 16, 2012 0:32:37 GMT -5
Wait, wait - *I hold out an arm to stop them before they get too far into the room* You shouldn't have brought her here. I'm assuming you weren't incompetent enough to forget the paperwork, but she should have been checked in on the lower detention levels. *I sigh.* Look, get her down to level B6, check her into an interrogation room, and I'll meet you there in five minutes.
(If you want to go back to your separate thread, that'd be fine)
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Blackout
Crash Queen
You're not afraid of the dark, are ya?
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Post by Blackout on Jun 16, 2012 0:34:57 GMT -5
*i struggle against the dracs to try and get at Wilson but they easily restrain me and drag me to the lover level*
((ok that works, switching back to Approaching the Firing Line))
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jun 16, 2012 13:00:03 GMT -5
*I send off the email I'd been composing, tidy up the files on my desk, and glance once at the laptop Vico left sitting on the couch. But I shouldn't delay, so I settle for locking the office door behind me when I leave. I wouldn't put it past Vico to be able to pick the lock, but at least it will inconvenience him.*
*Just as the door clicks closed behind me I hear the faint sound of a transmission from inside the office, and realize I left my radio on the desk. I don't have the patience to go back and get it, though, so I start down the hall to the elevators. If it needs my attention someone will find me, and if not, my unit can handle it on their own.*
(Also switching to Approaching the Firing Line)
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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