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9/3/2015 2:50:14 PM
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He nods.
[i]I'll get to work on that.[/i]
he heads inside and emerges a few minutes later with breakfast burritos
[i]Catch.[/i]
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*She catches the one he tosses her, nodding her thanks before unwrapping it and taking a bite* "Ahhhh..."
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Edited by Ex PI: 9/3/2015 10:32:22 PMStephenson seems to swallow his whole, then guns the boat toward a nearby dock. [i]And here we are. Neo-Centra. I need a minute to change clothes.[/i] He disappears inside the cabin.
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"Alright. I'll change once you are done." *She moves to the back of the ship and keeps an eye on the motor*
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A few minutes later, Stephenson kicks the door open, dressed impeccably in a new suit, tie, tan coat, and his battered yet omnipresent fedora. [i]Feels good to be back.[/i]
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"Heh. Nice outfit. Now it's my turn." *She walks past into the room, then turns before entering* "No peeking or I shoot." *She slams the door shut*
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Stephenson hops onto the dock and ties up the boat, then leans against a post to wait.
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*Shiro steps out clad in her uniform from training, smiling as she reaches back and pulls a sombrero, flourishing it as she dons it* "I well.... Borrowed the uniform for a bit. I don't think they will mind much." *She grins as steps up onto the dock*
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[i]I like it. Why the hat? Is it a family thing?[/i]
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"Family tradition. And sombreros look cool."
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[i]I get what you mean.[/i] The detective pulls out a heavy-looking pistol with gold leaf trim on the barrel and the magazine cylinder, then flips out the chamber and checks the thumb-sized bullets inside. He reaches into his coat and hands Shiroe a similarly decorated automatic. [i]This place looks too clean. That means it's probably seedier than a dandelion field in spring. Keep this on you, and leave everything else here.[/i]
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"If ya say so." *She inspects the pistol, then flips the safety and spins the pistol before holstering it on her hip holster* "Just like a cowboy...."
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Stephenson groans. [i]No, no, no. If you walk around with a spitter in plain view, it'll only draw attention.[/i] He slides his own weapon into a shoulder holster, then smooths it down. [i]Keep it inside your coat and no sap'll be the wiser.[/i]
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"Ahhh, you take all the fun out of it." *She smirks as she makes the pistol vanish into her coat* "Now what? I can take to the rooftops and scan the area while you take it from the streets."
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The detective frowns again. [i]Wrong again. Your way works, but to do this right, we need to immerse ourselves in the biomass.[/i]
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"Ahhhhh.... Fine." *She sighs and gestures around* "Now where?"
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[i]Into the city. My apartment's in Downtown, but I wired back to the office, and we've got a case. A vigilante killer, with quite a messed-up head.[/i]
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"That's it? How do they want it done? Do they want us to take him alive or just take him out quietly?"
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The detective looks at her, stupefied. [i]Shiroe, I'm a [b]detective.[/b] Do you think people hire me out for assassinations? We need to find the guy, get him to talk, and dump him at the nearest cop parlor.[/i] He smiles and waves toward the city. [i]And if your nanobot things can take notes, that'd be good. The agency needs a new set of eyes and ears. [/i]
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"Ugh.... Fine. Let's go get him then." [spoiler]New post?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Sure.[/spoiler]
