A Shot in the Dark (Theron/Frey)

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[attr="class","nalyrics"]Just feel the energy
Just know who the ENEMY is

[attr="class","nabody"]Came because he missed Theron?  Samuel mentally waggled his eyebrows.  He didn't actually do it, but damn there was a pretty good joke in that sentence of Theron's that he wouldn't actually vocalize.  He kept listening to the guy.  Only trouble if he got caught huh?  Samuel arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah it would've still counted as caught if I saw you.  When I'm on the job, I'm on the job.  Now if I found out about it while I was on a day off on the other hand...then it would be an entirely different case."  He grinned.  He heard the answer to his question of who was shot, and Samuel's eyes widened.

"Well that's unfortunate."  He wrote down the details in his notebook.

"So they figured out you weren't worth the trouble of trifling with huh?"  He grinned.  The guy looked okay, so Samuel thought it was safe enough to make jokes.  Theron was making some of them himself after all.  

"Well did you at least tell the doctor that you didn't need his help, that you already got your shots?"  The cop snickered a bit.  Theron was a buddy, and someone he was comfortable around.  Some people might think he was acting differently from usual, but it really wasn't that odd.  See the trouble with the guy was that he didn't venture out of his comfort zone that often.  However, instead of being anxious about his lack of social skills and ability to recover out of his comfort zone, Samuel reacted to interactions differently.  When he was pushed out of his comfort zone abruptly, he took it in stride.  He was comfortable with himself, and he thought that probably helped a lot with it.  Whereas some might get anxious at not knowing how a conversation could go down, he was more relaxed.  He was confident that he could handle anything that was thrown at him.  

"Shot once or more?  I assume the results of the bullet or whatever have already been sent to the station.  That's generally how things go down with this I think.  Although I haven't actually done a report on someone being shot.  You're the first case of it my superiors have trusted me with." 

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[attr="class","nabody"]Samuel chuckled.

"If I was off the job, then I'd be more likely to turn a blind eye.  Just because I'm a cop doesn't mean I'm a cop all the time.  If someone was getting killed, I'd still step in of course.  Most crimes I would.  But I wouldn't go out of my way to.  Some things are meant to happen.  And others are meant to be stopped by my colleagues.  Taking away all the work for them wouldn't be kind.  That would lead to them being bored.  Or worse, terribly lazy.  Can't have that, can we?"  Samuel smirked slightly at the thought.  Then he heard the bit about breaking him out and he laughed.

"Nope.  That would go against my own code.  I am a swordsman who's traditionally trained after all.  My family code and the code of the cop are slightly different, and one of them was established in my mind years before the other."  Samuel was all business sometimes though too.  Theron was curiously bringing out his playful side though.

"Yes and I hear there was a death in the muggers.  It's a shame that happened, but it can be ruled self-defense quite easily.  Especially since they were a registered offender and a member of a local gang.  Also it is notoriously difficult to aim while being attacked by a few."  He'd killed before, he knew mercenaries who did the same.  

"Besides, turns out he had a bounty on his head already.  It was cashed in to help your medical bills.  You might have noticed a decreased rate paid."  It was something that could be done in a case like this.  Only if the responsible cop was aware of the possible policy though.  He tried to do it whenever he could.  Something like a mercenary clause.  He heard the joke returned and he grinned.  Samuel knew that that joke had been terrible, but it meant something for someone to return it.  He reveled in the feeling just a little bit.  The policeman nodded at the luck that Theron had.

"Yes, I'm glad you'll be okay."  That was all he said, but in reality he was feeling very fortunate that one of the friends he had hadn't had their life ended.  He had so few people he could count on after all.  

"Be careful.  I don't mind looking into this, but I would rather not have to look into and report your death.  I care about so few people, and I would rather not have to do that for one of them again."  It wouldn't have been the first time unfortunately.  The words were said fairly gruff though, to hide the true intentions and feelings.  Because heaven forbid they know he cared. 

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[attr="class","nabody"]Samuel chuckled as Theron pointed a finger at him, informing him he was a weird cop.  He found it very amusing, especially since he wholeheartedly agreed.  He wasn't the regular cop.

"You wouldn't want to be around a 'regular cop'.  The regular cop these days can be bought off if you have too much coin weighing down your pockets.  That is a distasteful way to protect people.  If you are going to spend your life protecting people, it shouldn't just be when you are paid appropriately to do so."  He was a man with a code after all.  He didn't know why people always expected something different.  He heard the comment about his codes, and then not having fun and Samuel laughed.

"You're assuming I follow all the codes I was taught."  His eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief with those words.

"I have plenty of fun.  You already know that."  Samuel smirked with that comment.  Theron had seen Samuel having fun already.  He nodded at the bit about the samurai cop.

"I guess you could say that.  My family is a family of blacksmiths and swordsmen and women.  No seppuku though.  Needlessly dying really doesn't serve any purpose.  Our family figured that out a while ago."  Seppuku was an old tradition.  Something about gaining lost honour through death or something.  His family had decided it was far better to live on in shame and try to get the honour back by the deeds one did.  One life leaving the world did nothing any good.  Life was valued above all in his family, which was part of the reason they gave for not supporting slavery.  The slaves only had one life to live too, and it was everyone's duty to make sure the most people got to live their lives.  Samuel chuckled at the joke about the bounties.

"If you were planning to make bank, I'm sure it would serve your purposes better to register as an official bounty hunter.  Plus, that way you don't have to get shot.  Kind of works better, I find."  He heard the comment about his words about basically missing Theron and he rubbed the back of his neck, tightening the elastic on his ponytail.  

"I am sure I am not the only one who would be at your funeral.  Regardless, perhaps it would be better to not get shot so we do not have to find out the attendance."  He was tired of writing eulogies, seeing arms cut off, giving bad news to mourning families.  It was the one part of being a policeman that always managed to weigh on Samuel.  His eyes betrayed a bit of the tired feeling he felt on remembering those times.  And the time he had spent looking for his sister way back when.  Fortunately that had ended well.  He really should visit his family more often.  The look in his eyes faded as he wondered to himself.  He muttered to himself then, and it was almost inaudible.  Samuel wasn't meaning for anyone to hear the morbid joke after all.

"I suppose my family would save money on chapel expenses, not having to get a big one."  It wasn't mournful or a depressing thought to him.  Samuel even smiled slightly at the thought, chuckling a bit.  It was just a fact of life to him.  He really had no idea who would feel like attending his funeral.  Perhaps he would come back as a ghost for a short time after he died, just to find out. 

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[attr="class","nabody"]Samuel registered the nod and the lack of an answer to crooked cops.  Whelp the lack of an opinion did make Samuel a little suspicious.  He wasn't a detective for nothing after all.  And hey, he was technically on the job at the moment so he was still completely within his code.  He heard the guy ask if he had time for fun later and Samuel smirked.

"Didn't I already ask you out for drinks after this?"  It was entirely possible that the guy was suggesting another...what did they call it?  Booty call?  Samuel still wasn't sure exactly what that meant.  He knew it had to do with sex though.  Anyways, he was pretty sure that's what Theron was suggesting when he said fun, but he was gonna play sort of like he didn't know.  Of course the smirk on his face might give him away too.  It really depended.  He heard the words about too much paperwork and laughed.

"Well you know, small price to pay to hunt killers legally and be paid for it."  Bounty hunters were a part of the work done.  Without them the police force would be likely overrun with criminals.  Not enough cops to deal with the amount of criminals there would be.  Some of his coworkers looked down on what they saw as trained, hired killers.  Samuel had a sort of respect for them.  He even had an informant who was one.  He heard the questions about whether he was done and nodded.

"I think I have all the information I need.  Seems like it should be open and shut this time.  Next time it might not be so neat though so make sure to try not to get shot again, alright?"  He smiled, gesturing for Theron to go first.