seeing what your made of

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Henry had left the ladies at the park he penned the dogs for the evening after their rub down. Out again he went to the local cop shop and walked in. Flashing a deputy marshal's badge because those who could pass the weapons tests and physical requirements had been grandfathered in as marshals when the law had changed.

He only used it when needed and right now he wanted acess to the man they had brought in with drugs and enough guns to level the city. He needed to know why and get him out before the master of the city could get to him. He'd make him disappear if he could.

He was given leave and jokes were made. Him and the nan were alone abd he learned much. Like why where who and more. He took down all the pmaces the man mentioned thanked him then left like he was going to give it to the others. He'd give then some but not all and bailed the man." he was heartbroken girl ran off with a shifter you know how that is"

He got commiseration and knowing nods. They accepted it and let him out refused to return the weapons and giving him a court date for probatuon on drug and weapon charges.

Henry tho now had almost everything he needed except a place to start his game.

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Tad made the rounds sparingly having to tread the entirety of area five was growing to be the pain it was supposed to be. He knew his stunts with the butcher case and the Alaska as well the issues he’d had in Georgia would make his life hell. Now instead of being at the fiasco in New Orleans his superiors believed his talents would be better updating their databases of SOP’s starting with the Windy City then down to St. Louis then out to Atlanta he would be neck deep in paperwork until the new millennia. Add to the fact that he was sorely missing a competent partner and it made a pretty nasty picture that almost matched his mood.



Sitting at his former desk in RPIT he pored over the files and dockets and court cases trying to find the thread that would point him out of this. Yet something nagged the back of his head and he stood moving from the beast of a coffee machine that spit the blackest and darkest sludge this side of Hades. He stood his mind reeling with dates and times place ad various details of the surveillance illegal though it was on the cities preternaturals. It was a good idea but the task was almost impossible. Between aliases, false identities closeted furries, and rampant disappearances it was a formidable exhausting task.



Then as he watched as a Prisoner was treated to an old boys network release. It made him curious which he squelched but it made him angry and that he did not. Stalking to the releasing sergeant he read the man the riot act. He then pulled everything he had on the guy released and who bailed him. It was a mess of lack of procedure.