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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2008 23:56:05 GMT -6
Steven sat on the back of the ambulance soakingin what he'd allowed to happen. If only he'd not been waging his own little secret war. If only. He'd managed to make it out of the actual melee with only a few broken ribs and scrapes. They weere healing as slow as they always did which meant not at all. His physical injuries were the least of his issues. He would have IA so far up us rectum they'd know what he had for breakdfast before he even ate anything. He was supposed to be in Evanston watching a possible Vampire. Explaining how he'd ended up in the city at the site of a lycanthrope atte,mpted murder would be impossible. Answering truthfully would raise more questions that'd demand an answer. He was screwed he'd be lucky if he would be allowed to direct traffic. All of his hard work washed away in a torrnet of Lycanthrope blood.He sat pondering what if anything he could do to lessen the penalties from this folly. Hopefully the cameras in the area caught a glimpse of what transpired. He could use mitigating circumstances as to why he'd discharged his weapon. It'd help but how much he couldn't know. Dropping his head into his hands Stevensat and allowed the pain to soak the world in a medicated haze. He didn't have to watch the buzzing beehive of a police crime scene. He knew by heart how they'd screw over any evidence that would be useful... months of surveillance all down the drain...
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Post by dorian on Oct 18, 2008 22:04:27 GMT -6
Looking at Steven sitting at the back of the ambulance wanting to knock the living shit out of him for being so fucking stupid (but really for not including him). Dorian wonders what Steven was really working on. He wanted to know "what's going on in the lycanthrope community and if I was with him, how many could I have taken out? What could I'd of found out about my fucking family, and this selfish son of a bitch!!! wait calm down, calm down." he thought "this is my partner and he's hurt, we can get to that later, but he won't git out of this lightly." Dorian walked to the back of the ambulance with concern. He looked to the paramedic for clearance the paramedic gave his nod that said it was OK. "So wanna get a bite." he joke. Dorian leaned in close enough to not look suspicious, but also just enough so that only Steven could hear. "Those bastard don't go down easy at all it took three clips just to get two down before they got to ya, but you take one down with one shot to the eye. I smell silver. Now look you know as well that i do that IA is going to be on ya like a hype on crack. I'll cover but you gotta let me know what's going on. I got this out of there for you." Dorian open his coat enough to show Steven his gun .
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Post by metatron on Oct 22, 2008 22:38:33 GMT -6
If the gun wasn't empty Steven would have thought about using it on himself. This whole mess just grew phenomenally worse. Dorian was here and worse he knew something. Drawing on his reserve of energy Steven forced a pained smile. "Thanks was looking all over for that. How'd you get here that fast? Never mind tell me at the hospital." Hoping his polite request would not go unheeded. Steven needed time to concoct a decent story. He knew that Dorian would nose around until he found something. The man could be absolutely dogged when he was on a hunt. Unfortunately his quick arrival meant that Steven was now marked as one of the hunted. how much he'd seen would have to be ferreted out before he could preset a plausible yet completely off base answer. Not to mention if he gave info too quickly it would just as well set off the alarms in Dorian's head. Then to compound things Cord would have to call in Internal Affairs. Great. Just absolutely great. At least Steven hadn't contracted anything. Wait a minute Dorian had picked up Steven's gun not that he wouldn't have to turn it in later anyway but Dorian had acted in a manner that altered the crime scene. It was less than scrupulous but Steven could use that as a way to back Dorian off if he pressed to hard. IA however wouldn't be so easy to dissuade. that would mean that he'd have to allow Jeremiah to do leg work for him. At least until IA was done with him. Things just kept getting better and better.
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