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Post by Enrico Vivenzia on Oct 19, 2016 18:33:35 GMT
New beginnings are like buying underwear from the thrift store. Sure, everyone will tell you that starting over means a clean state, but that freshness goes away when you know in the back of your mind that you're now juggling where someone else's piss-stains used to sour. I dont particularly care for change. It takes time to get comfortable in your own funk, where you don't have to have a committee to get permission whether its okay to wear the same boxers twice in a row. You just do what you want to do to get things done. And you're not doing your job getting garbage off the streets if you don't start to stink yourself. You have to remind people that even wolves run when they smell bears approaching. ---
The seat was grossly warm.
Felici's police station, like the city itself, was an exercise of vanity. Where the solidity of marble and stonework added to the stiffing atmosphere of rigidity. Here is where chaos came to die, choked out by the long arm of order necessary in a city that laced up its temptations with art and old-world flair. People buzzed by in clockwork fashion, zipping by in a pipeline of uniforms, suits, and the poor rags that happened to be in tow. It was a stark difference from the barely contained madness of Dagos precincts. The lobby didn't smell like defecation and life's regrets for starts.
“Are you listening?”
“So do I get a desk with at least a window?”
The commissioner, whom Enrico had already forgotten his name, huffed a sigh so laced with ire that he swore he saw smoke. An office box of papers had found its way to his desk before the maverick cop had even arrived, a few already open to a time line of investigations, a cinema of escapades color coded with red checks and black tape. “They expect me to work with this?”
Enrico's eyes threaten to roll out of his head. “If it makes you feel any better, I didn't ask to come here.”
“No, it doesn't.” The retort was harsh, heavy, with the practiced sternness of anyone who's had years putting up with jack-asses with more ego than they had sense. “Some people really high on the food chain made this happen. And I mean, they made it certain that this was going down.” He lifted a yellow folder, showcasing a mugshot that made Enrico grimace-not his best side. “You want to know what this says?”
“So that's a no about the office huh?”
“Disrespects authority,”
“More like...treats them like family.”
“Reckless,”
“Success driven,”
“Over twenty human resources complaints,”
“The police chief's daughter came on me okay. Well, literally too but-”
“You shot an elderly woman?”
Enrico finally sat up in his seat,“Mama Thoso was kingpin in Dagos for fourty-years! Kidnapping, racketeering, arms, you name it...and she wouldn't put her hands up.
“She was paralyzed.”
“Look, I said hands up or I'll shoot. She didn't want to show me the hands? Now she's missing one.” He shifted, “And did the last person who sat here have an ass that was dripping with magma. Because this is nauseatingly uncomfortable.”
“You think this is at all funny?”
“Considering that I lost what ever progress I was making towards my pension when I got reassigned here, I'd say the joke is on me.”
The commissioner audibly grinned his teeth and give a look to Enrico that bordered on murderous. And then, a sigh, as if conceding the crown of pettiness over to him. “You an I aren't done yet but let me get some things strait. We do things different here in Felici.”
“I've noticed. You actually waste time making decaf coffee.”
He didn't take the bait. “We have rules, books, procedures. Everyone at the end of the day just wants to go where they call home safely. And its our job to make sure thats done as clean as possible. With less--” The commissioner turned the next page of the file, another candid image of Enrico holding several persons at gun point. “Less headlines as possible.”
“Heard and clear. But since we're in the realm of asking favors, can my secretary at least be cute? Like that young intern I met at the front desk.”
The commissioner's brow, now nicknamed 'Sam', inclined skyward and the pen spun to form a makeshift stiletto within already massive paws. “That, Vivenzia, is my niece.”
Enrico lent so far back in his chair it threatened to topple. “Well, your family has...great genes.” He didn't cut the tension with his usual laughter, the air found itself caught in his throat as if too timid to challenge the wall of budding hostility radiating from the man across the desk. “Well if there's nothing else...” Enrico began to stand.
“Sit.”
And Enrico did.
“We're not done yet. Despite my...clear apprehensions, you do have a success record that I can work with...if you have the right guidance. I've called someone to help you get familiar to things here in my city. They'll be here in a few minutes. ”
Enrico's lips curled to protest, but whatever words he formed was prematurely strangled out once more by the ferocity of the commissioner's sternness. “A partner?”
“I couldn't write baby-sitter to the county sheriff, so yes a partner.”
Enrico couldn't help but crack a smile. “I think you and I will get along just fine, sir...” ♠
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2016 13:23:18 GMT
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You hate red tape, I hate red tape. Let's be friends.
Talia's week could have gone better. Her last investigation dead-ended at the docks because the red tape involved had cost her the window that she needed to move on her targets. Not only that, but the Hunter's Guild had gotten involved and killed all of the witnesses that she could have gotten a location from, and no one was even looking to prosecute. Justice was some great, cosmic joke in Felici, but laughing at it would have felt too near to insanity for her taste. No, she would just have to move faster next time, and close the circle that found out about her investigations. If Internal Affairs couldn't keep the department from leaking her plans to the criminal underworld and a Guild of murderers, she would just have to play things closer to the chest until they got their shit wired.
Not to mention the corner store had been out of stock of her favorite brand of cigarette, so she'd had to spend more money than usual on the menthol version of another brand. No, she had already been in a bad mood when the commissioner had summoned her in to his office for a meeting. She was hoping that it had nothing to do with the recent events in Camlorn, which had been such a shit-storm that she had been in turn praised and crucified in the media. No one was certain whether she was a hero or whether she should be arrested for reckless endangerment.
Piling some files on her desk, she looked at the digital clock on her computer and sighed. Time to get it over with.
Taking a sip from the coffee on her desk, she stood and stretched to rid herself of the stiffness that came from the early hour of morning. She wasn't dressed like the typical beat cop, partially because of her detective shield and partially because she did her best work undercover in Dagos. Instead, she looked like a punk straight off the street, complete with the tattoos and bad attitude. Still, her captain had stopped complaining a long time ago, accepting it as part of her unusual approach to her job. No, he found all kinds of new things to complain about instead.
She knocked on the door frame of the commissioner's office, peering in to see a stranger sitting in the chair across the desk.
"You wanted to see me?" she said without ceremony, lingering at the door.
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Post by Enrico Vivenzia on Oct 20, 2016 19:13:48 GMT
“Ivanov. Come in, have a seat,” the commissioner beckoned, straightening out the collage of documents that competed for a place along his desk.
In a gesture all too habitual, Enrico's eyes traced along the woman's silhouette before he shifted in his seat, hiding whatever inward thoughts behind a well crafted portrait of indifference and nonchalance. Enrico and the commissioner's gazes met, in spite of clear differences, though there was no worthwhile fight to be had and Enrico already had an instinct on the limits he was bold enough to push.
“Detective Talia Ivanov,” the commissioner lazily turned his palm up, as if the effort of presenting this buxom and liberally dressed woman was something he'd rather not do. “this is Enrico Vivenzia, our recent transfer from our 'brethren' in Dagos.” No one could ignore the venom laced when speaking about their neighboring police precinct, a mild hostility that naturally comes when one doesn't trust the other to temper their own turf. “Talia is one of our more...effective team members.”
“Effective sounds like another word for dangerous and likely to get killed.”
“Dangerous is speaking over me Enrico. You want to try that again?”
Enrico put his hands up in a feigned surrender. “Continue, please.”
There was another huff but he shifted glowering stare to Talia. His expressions, minute as they were, tipped off both his disapproval and then defeated acceptance, as if weighing whether to wage war with her far from acceptable attire or the budding disagreement cocked back like the hammer of pistols she seemed so fond of. “You're going to be guiding our friend around here. Show him how things work here in Felici.” He jabbed a pen in both of their directions, an authoritative gesture that challenged any of their motivations to dispute. “I need you two as partners.”
Enrico cringed. “Whoa man, easy with the “P” word. There's children around.”
“This isn't up for deb-”
“No, see I have to stop you right there. Nothing against our um...” Enrico thumbed to her, doing his best to keep his eyes above the neckline. “ace here, but I don't really need a chaperone. I'm sure she has better things to do, like clothes shopping, than she wants to waste with a nobody like myself.”
“Let me make it clear, for the both of you.” He pointed to Enrico. “I didn't ask for your ass to be here but I'm dealing with what I got. And it so just happens to be that you're an ass...but a manageable ass.” Talia was the next in his cross hairs. “And you give my higher ups enough headaches to keep a pharmacy in business—but you get shit done. And with cases as they are, I can't afford to pair anyone else. You don't like it? I've got a janitor's position at a holding center that just opened up if you that fond of giving me shit.”
It wasn't often that Enrico was at a lost of words. This, however, was one of them. ♠
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2016 23:26:25 GMT
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I guess we'll be friends. If we have to.
Talia sat down in the seat next to the stranger, glancing over at him for a moment before looking at the commissioner again. The chair was old, and it squeaked every time she moved, so she relaxed into it out of long practice. Only by relaxing could she avoid the tells that would tell the commissioner she was uncomfortable, and the delicate dance that they played was part of what kept her free to conduct her investigations without him breathing down her neck. She'd gotten good at reading him, and he was slowly learning the same about her. Still, it wasn't the commissioner whose attention she was sensing. She could feel the stranger watching her, and she was oddly annoyed by it. Who was this guy?
As the commissioner introduced the newcomer, she gave him a very slight nod and looked him over briefly, but with a trained eye. His body language was lazy, almost too relaxed, as if he was convinced he had the upper hand. The thought made her expression go flat, considering that she got tired of men and their d*ck measuring. He also was wearing clothes that were just a bit too nice for the occasion, but she wasn't sure what that said about his personality. When he opened his big mouth, Talia's opinion of him dropped yet further, and she turned to meet his stare with utter unconcern.
Her eyes turned back to the commissioner as he handed the newbie over like a parent handing a misbehaving infant on to the babysitter. There was irritation in her cold eyes as he named the man as her partner. Her last partner had been arrested by internal affairs, and she didn't have any desire to take on another, especially when she was in such a delicate stage with so many of her investigations. But she didn't have a chance to say anything before the idiot started arguing with the police commissioner, as if that was ever a good idea.
"I'm more concerned that his big mouth will compromise my investigations," Talia commented, her accent coming out because she wasn't fully awake just yet.
As the commissioner started to tear into the both of them, she sat back in her chair, looking vaguely amused. He'd not gotten this upset at her since she'd burned down a coffee shop on the south side. This new guy really had to be getting to him, to make him that angry. It was almost funny.
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Post by Enrico Vivenzia on Oct 21, 2016 0:57:12 GMT
“Then I hope for your sake Ivanov, that you do remind Vivenzia here, the importance of discretion, regarding delicate police work."
Enrico saw this coming, a two pronged assault of contempt and disapproval, marinated with just a touch of ire. Police commissioners he could deal with. No matter how senior the officer, fact of the matter that policing was a results oriented field of work. Put bad people away make for a good talking point for whoever Bob the Taxpayer had elected, and if there was only trickle down anything, it was that when bureaucrats kept their jobs, so did he.
Other cops, or worst, uncooperative partners on the other hand was something else. Enrico could taste the volatility of this arrangement the moment he saw her curve hugging jeans flutter on by. One maverick paired with someone who was about as enthusiastic to meet him as catching the chicken pox was about as sensible of a partnership as cauterizing an open wound with lemon juice. A sign of piss-poor desperation when there was nothing else available. And it stung like hell.
He looked back at her, something he didn't mind doing. She had some allure, if not reeking with a threatening veil of bottled attitude so thick he could cut it like gravy. The hint of her accent only fortified her already concrete portrait of an amazon thrown into a modern world. A smile almost crawled to his lips when he imagined what it may look like, the bloke in a suit too expensive for his line of work paired up with the warrioress who looked just as ready to mug him on the street as she would probably be watching his back.
“Now, since there's nothing else.”
“Uh, wait Comissioner. Just one thing.”
“By the damn Gods Viven-”
“You fine with me doing all the driving?” Enrico chimed over to his 'partner', flashing a wink that abandoned charm like an unwanted step-child. “I drive a classic. I don't trust anyone not to get it scuffed up.” He held his hands up disarmingly though he didn't even pretend like anyone was amused in the room. “Only request. I think I can work with this here.”
The commissioner looked at Talia, maybe even feeling a slight shred of pity for the young woman before he passed over folders to the both of them. “Ivanov, give our friend here a tour of the beat and your latest cases. My secretary has some more missing persons reports that came in last night and it screams the Hunters are overstepping boundaries again.”
Enrico's genuine attention was peeked, though he said nothing, for the first time since he arrived, opting for silence.
“You're both dismissed.”
“Lead the way, Detective...” ♠
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2016 23:12:25 GMT
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Ughhh, muse needs to work with me.
She sighed, her expression going flat at the commissioner's words. If someone didn't already understand the need for secrecy in investigations, she highly doubted that they had the mental capacity to understand an explanation on the matter. But it clearly wasn't a matter up for debate. Like with her old partner, she would be assigned and just have to make the most of it. Hopefully, this one would be an improvement over the last one, who was arrested for corruption and banned from law enforcement for the rest of his life. Glancing at him, she wished that there was some way to tell something like that by looking at him, but alas. No dice.
At his question, Talia shrugged as if it didn't matter, mostly because it ultimately didn't. She had grown up in the city, and had never had the urge to get a driver's license. Public transit was more than enough for her to get around if he proved that he couldn't be trusted behind the wheel, fancy car or not. She was banking on not dying if he proved that he couldn't be trusted behind a wheel, though. Perhaps that was asking too much.
"I don't drive, so do as you like," she told him.
Taking the folder from the commissioner, she looked down at the intel and frowned. She'd been getting more and more reports like this recently, and the higher-ups had made it clear that the Hunter's Guild was not within her jurisdiction. That was more Caroline's wheelhouse. Maybe the time was coming when she should talk to her about it, damn the higher-ups. Her friend would tell her the truth, wouldn't she? Maybe she wasn't aware of the problem, and talking to her would help. Who knew? It was worth a shot at least.
Though she wasn't entirely sure why the commissioner was giving her these files, since missing persons wasn't really something that she dealt with, she was grateful for the intel. Maybe she would find someone in these files that was pertinent to her ongoing investigations. Deep in thought, she almost missed her dismissal, but looked up at the sudden silence and realized what he'd said. She stood and nodded once to the commissioner, putting the file under her arm.
"Alright, our office is this way," she told the newbie, jerking her head toward it. "What unit did you work with, at your old job?"
She walked at a brisk pace as she spoke, glancing over at him.
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Post by Enrico Vivenzia on Oct 22, 2016 18:35:38 GMT
With a two finger salute and a pivot likely stolen from a dance routine, Enrico glided behind Talia, quickly fishing through the folder handed to him before letting it dangle lazily in his hands. Just as he was following his partner, Enrico flashed a Cheshire smile to yet another intern, putting Talia's question on pause as blue eyes followed the silhouette of curves in the embrace of a blouse and pencil skirt. “Homicide.” He answered loosely, maintaining his glance before the woman vanished around a corner. “I'm joking. In Dagos, everyone is on Homicide. Officially, Cold Cases. I seem to be good at finishing things other people don't get right the first time...”
“So, Talia right? Since we're both in this against our wills and better judgment- is this where we go out for coffee, share life experiences, be best buddies and get bad guys?” He circled to Talia's side, languidly taking in the bustling portrait of people racing through the halls of the precinct in that barely organized chaos that put life amiss cage of marble walls. “Or you feel as I do and just want to run the clock out on how long we're stuck cooperating until we can go about our separate ways?” Without breaking a stride, he snatched a coffee off a desk-it wasn't his-and took a hefty sip.
“Not that I mind either way.” he continued, wiggling the folder in the air. “I'm sure there's plenty here to keep the two of us very busy...”Another sip of that coffee contorted his face just short of a snarl “Decaf and without cream. Who functions like this?” ♠
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2016 21:03:07 GMT
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Bonding over coffee.
Cold Cases, huh? That was where they put people who had excellent investigative skills but were not so good with people. Else, it was where the put the people who had been written off of the career track. Either way, it probably meant that he was here because he couldn't keep out of trouble. Just great. Her own people skills were barely passable enough for her to get by, and they teamed her up with someone even worse than she was. That was sure to end well, right? Yeah... sure.
She didn't say anything to him until she got back to her desk, which was scattered with files and case notes that had only the mildest suggestion of organization. She waved the file in front of the digital receiver to input the digital signature into her data recorder, adding the information to her ongoing case directory, and then piled the folder on a stack near the edge of her desk, slapping it down almost carelessly now that its pertinent information was in the computer. The hard copies couldn't be hacked, but it was a lot easier to keep track of information that was uploaded to her server.
"You can call me Detective Ivanov," Talia responded, contradicting him with boredom in her tone. "And as far as I care, you're just a ball and chain that I have to deal with, until you prove yourself more useful."
The acid in her tone was understated, but there was no mistaking the contempt she had for him, with his never ending diarrhea of the mouth and the way he talked down to everyone. She was the kind of woman who only gave respect to people once they'd earned her esteem, and he was running in the opposite direction of that. She picked her own coffee off of her desk, which was a black Surajan variety from the market, but starting to get cold. Taking a sip, she considered what she was supposed to tell him.
"Rookie mistake, getting coffee from the department," she teased, her mood lightening a bit with the caffeine. "Most of us get it on the way in."
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Post by Enrico Vivenzia on Oct 24, 2016 19:10:43 GMT
”I see...” he replied coolly, begrudgingly taking another venomous sip of coffee and showcasing another kaleidoscope of contorted expressions. Ducking and weaving though the blows of disdain was nothing new to Enrico who found it habitual to play the came of cat and mouse with the limits of people's patience. A gambit, for sure, one that often put him ducking and weaving out of more than just barbed words. But if trying to find out what a person was like outside of the prepared mask of their own best perception, then you did not do that without bait.
It was just a matter of finding out what made Talia bite.
“Well then,” he began, spinning a chair in front of him and plopping down in a rambunctious crash. “My lovely jailer, what is next on the agenda? Enticing as being hitched to your ankle would be, we have to protect, serve, and all that good jazz.” A snap of the arm and the coffee cup went flying, taking an arch that, if only by some elegant stroke of luck, did it land cleanly within the the waste basket in a sloppy 'thump'.
Rocking in the chair to the point it threatened to tilt over, Enrico canted his head at the sprawling complex of documents on Talia's desk. “So talk to me. Who's the pain in the ass of the week that's keeping everyone up at night? And who's close to having a miserable day if they keep pushing the wrong buttons in this city?” Awkward as his pistion was, even more so with his feet now propped at the corner of her desk for balance, Enrico scanned some of the papers along the table. He was not entirely ignorant to the on goings of Felici, having done some homework as it were before his ill-circumstances brought him here. But there was a stark difference between a newspaper headline and a legalese laden police report than word from someone who had been on the ground floor of it all.
“Help me help you right?”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2016 19:45:14 GMT
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THERE. A post.
"Aside from yourself, I assume," Talia said offhand, her eyes on the documents on her desk. "Well, first let me say that if I find out that you've leaked any of this intel, I will personally deliver your broken ass to IA."
Although she hadn't quite said who would break his ass, she was hoping he'd figure that part out for himself. How many trafficking victims had she lost over the past month because someone had told the Hunter's Guild that there were vulnerable Magi? And no matter what complaints she lodged, no one even cared because the victims weren't human. She was getting tired of the racism that was making her job all but impossible. Her mother had told her that Fokradiin was different than Ethea. There wasn't all of this nonsense to deal with, because everyone was a warrior. There wasn't a single Magi in the police department, despite the fact that there were thousands of them in the city.
Standing more upright, she picked up one of the files and handed it to him. It was an inch thick, with a couple of summarized dossiers in addition to a half dozen police reports of incidents surrounding the Magi trade out of the docks. The girl that Talia had saved had given her a good statement, but as much as it gave her somewhere to go with her investigation, Talia was all to aware that no judge or jury would take the word of a Magi against a human man. Some of the paperwork had pointed her toward the men whose dossiers she had put in the case file, but she hadn't managed to catch them in action yet.
"Four months ago," Talia said, folding her arms and leaning back on her desk, "I got a tip that there was illegal smuggling going down at the Docks. I was expecting to find Uppers, or narcotics. Instead, I found evidence of a human and Magi trafficking operation. I've been trying to crack it open ever since."
It had gotten harder since the raid with Dullahan, as if the ring leaders had gotten wind of the direction of her investigation. The code names of all of the players had changed since then, which made it harder to gather intel that she could connect to any of them. She hadn't yet figured out which new name represented whom.
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Post by Enrico Vivenzia on Oct 25, 2016 23:48:20 GMT
His brow went skyward, taking the not so subtle threat and meeting it with a sly smile. Whatever the commissioner had in mind with pairing him with this detective, Enrico hoped it wasn't with the expectation that she would strong-arm him into compliance. Regardless, her initial blandness now had some fire to it, something that Enrico thought he could find entertaining, if for just the moment at least.
The folder was passed to him, he took it, and in probably the first time since they arrived, Enrico looked honestly serious. Crimes against Magi were not anywhere uncommon, let alone his own misfortune for being caught up in the abuses. Her words faded out for a moment, drifting into background noise whilst the cases in the files mixed with his own brutal investigations. Inwardly, he swore that he felt the mechanical bits in his arm twitch in repulsion, just before he remembered the Magi girls face when he pulled that trigger.
Somewhere, he knew Talia stopped talking a long time ago. He just played it off being engrossed in the dossiers.
“I see,” he got out finally, ripping himself back to the present reality and turning the next page in the list of photos and tailored reports. “We have any idea who are the power players involved? Suspects?” The folder was closed with an abrupt clap and the maverick cop eased the chair with all four legs on the ground. “Trafficking people, more than drugs, more than guns, is expensive bit of work. The goods aren't something you can dump and forget, leave it in storage for a few weeks unintended until the coast is clear. A lot of cash has to change hands in order to keep the workers, security, fitting the boats, and even the neighbors quiet. And when there's money involved then you can always get the information you want by giving people a better offer.” He got up from the chair, taking on a light pace as he scanned the bulletin board absently, a image filled canvas to lose his thoughts in. There was the possibility that Talia was already ahead of his thinking. Then again, his methods were already categorically unorthodox.
“And while I do get a kick out of a dominant woman, I'm not really into the rough stuff. My ass if off limits if yours is.”
As if he was going to let her first comment slide on by. Not a chance.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 0:19:11 GMT
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Because business is always secondary to banter.
Talia sat down in her chair, reclining back and putting her boots on the table, resting them on a stack of files. She rested her arms on the plastic arm rests, leaning her head back with a lazy sigh. At least she knew that he had a pretty good idea of how the industry worked, even if it was a little annoying that he thought that she wouldn't have realized all of those things in the months that she'd been on the case. Thank the gods that he had come along to save her from her own ineptitude, right? ...No.
She was a damn good cop, and it was mostly through her determination and leg work that the case had gotten as far as it had, considering that IA had gutted the department and she had little to no back-up. There was only so much that she could do with 24 hours in a day, and she was running herself ragged trying to get things done with a department that was limping as badly as Vice was these days. Not to mention that the higher-ups couldn't care less about making her job easier, unless it involved humans getting victimized by Magi. Gotta love politics in the department. Still, if Vivenzia was competent and not the total screw-up that she was dreading, maybe he would be some help after all. There was really no knowing how he was going to fit into things.
"If you don't like the rough stuff, you could never handle my ass," she said, not bothering to look at him. "The dossiers in the back are the suspects, but the network uses a series of codenames that rotate, so it's hard to tie any of the evidence to any one of them. We need better physical evidence, but they're good. They know how not to leave behind traces. And good luck getting the funding to buy anyone off. Or department's budget seems to get slashed almost annually."
Poking at the digital touch screen of her computer for a second, she pulled up the budget sheet that she was required to keep, which had the monetary costs marked in red. The use of the ambulance for the injured Magi had gotten her a stern talking to, whatever the law said about Magi being able to receive treatment at local hospitals. It all made her feel a little sick inside.
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