1/2 FEN 2016/11/05(Sat)03:48 No. 757045 ID: 9af702
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I follow Cassandra back down the stairs, the corridors winding into themselves like the guts of a cement snake. She doesn't speak, but the atmosphere doesn't seem particularly tense, just... odd.
It looks like I have the information I need for now.
Cass pauses as we reach the reinforced door I entered at the beginning. "I'll check if your friend is free," she says softly. In a single step she's right in front of the door- she braces herself against the reinforced steel and, with a huff, yanks it open.

Oh, shit.

Rye, what did you do?

1/1 FEN 2016/11/05(Sat)12:52 No. 757107 ID: 5671a9
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"Rye, we- we've talked about this!" Ziggy's raised voice cuts through the din, catching on Willows' name in a hard, slavic "r". "We had a deal!"
"Don't fucking touch me, you bastard. " Rye's teeth are bared and he's got his back pressed against the bar counter, hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Ziggy scowls, the hand he'd had clasped on Rye's shoulder half-drawn back. "Why you little-"
"Shut up!" The wolf spits. "I'm not your fucking toy anymore, Petrov." He draws himself up, oblivious to the sudden, jarring silence around him. "And you're never going to touch me again."

oh my GOOOOOOD holy fuck. i have no idea what to do or even if its a good idea to try to de-escalate this

You know what?
FUCK IT.
Fuck Rye, fuck Ziggy, and fuck this club.
We got what we needed. Let's just go.

>>757113
nah, bro, we can't leave another officer here on their own.

Personally, I'm thinking if they didn't notice we heard all that, maybe it should stay that way for now. (i.e., be unobtrusive) They seem to have some history, and I dunno if either of them (particularly the gang leader) would be super happy about some 3rd party walking in on a troubled section of their life.

If they've seen we're there, though (and maybe even if not), uh...back up Willows, somehow?

Try and cool the situation down a bit.

1/1 FEN 2017/07/31(Mon)03:38 No. 819687 ID: b68e42
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I push through the crowd as quietly as I can, and it looks like they haven't noticed me yet. I don't really know what's going on and frankly, I don't want to find out. We need to get out of here.
It seems only Willows hasn't realised the extent of whatever it was he just did yet- the only sound in the room is his heavy, ragged breathing, a sound as close to a snarl as an exhalation could ever hope to be. Ziggy steps back.
"Get out," he says, voice cracking. "Get the fuck out."
Looks like that's my cue.
"Willows? Willows! We gotta go-" I grab Rye by the shoulder and turn to face Ziggy. "Oh. Uh. Um. Thank you for your hospitality, sir."
Rye sneers. "Hospitality? Hospitality?? God, this is so stupid-" I dig my nails into his arm. "Not. Now."
Ziggy is holding a gun.
Shit. Fuck.
I take a step back, keeping Willows square behind me. "We'll be, uh, going now. If that's okay."
The gang leader gives me a look so filled with disgust I feel something inside me wither and die. "Get out," he repeats. "And if I ever see either of you again, I myself will shoot you." He doesn't move as I take another step back, and his voice is quiet- but then, so is the room. "I will put you gun in your mouth and blow out your brain. Your mother will be scraping you off wall with spoon." He takes a deep breath. "OUT."

Sounds like we should get going, no questions asked.

1/1 FEN 2017/07/31(Mon)07:16 No. 819705 ID: b68e42
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We're going.

The heavy door slams behind us as I pull Willows outside. The spring wind tugs at my hair, twisting in the maze of city alleys, doubling back on itself and blowing into my eyes. I start out slow but soon speed up, and by the time we're safely out of sight Rye has broken into a jog to keep up.
When I eventually pause to catch my breath and bearings, I realise I've led us halfway across the city, into the communal living spaces just east of the city center. I lean against the nearest building and dig around in my pockets for the stub of a leftover cigarette. I shouldn't be smoking any more today, but fuck it. I can see Willows out of the corner of my eye, fidgeting nervously. I sigh. "What."
"It's..." he scratches his nose. "It's not like you think."
I don't look at him. "I've known you for three hours, Willows. I don't think it's like anything."
"What happens now?" He asks.
I light the cigarette and stick it between my teeth. So much for healthy living. There's a long pause as I consider his question. "I'm gonna hand you over to the Chief, I think," I finally say. "Or his secretary or whoever, I really don't care anymore. Then I'm gonna finish my job and go get really fucking drunk."
There's more silence.
"Look, I- I really didn't think-"
"Exactly," I snap. Now that the adrenaline is wearing off I don't really feel much of anything except for tired, I'm only being mean out of habit. It doesn't feel all that good anymore.
"I didn't think he was still mad at me," Rye says.

You thought wrong. Let's go.

This does not seem like a police force with a high degree of professionalism. Or at least Rye is really, way too dumb to understand going to see his gang acquaintance in a gang bar on police work is a really bad idea.

Give Rye a cigarette and get him back to the station or whatever. Tell someone else on the case about this new information from Yuri, then go spend an hour ruminating on how to proceed before you get drunk.

Are they even going to have a replacement if they already have 3 patrols out serching and everything? Probably best to just try to move forward with the info you got for now.