Easy · Esprit de Corps ≥ 3
Am I mildly worried he might take it seriously, the lieutenant thinks. Yes. I am -- he concludes. I am worried.
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Am I mildly worried he might take it seriously, the lieutenant thinks. Yes. I am -- he concludes. I am worried.
So Union people think he was a killer, he thinks -- even Sleepy here? This doesn't help a lot, but it's something. Good work, detective.
Do the honours, he thinks. Connect it yourself.
As you take the transceiver in your hands, the lieutenant bites his lower lip, apparently deep in thought.
"But why... why would I hurt my own peone?" asks the man in white. "What kind of an animal would do such thing?"
Somewhere on a hidden field, a flash of light, a whirring sound. Camera lenses focus on a man in a ragged police uniform standing in a field of blood-red poppies. A blurry figure dressed in white stands right by the camera...
The bedraggled cop is holding a manure fork. "Don't hurt me," he whimpers.
If only Lieutenant Kitsuragi were here to help you piece together the evidence.
Go ahead then. Rock her world, he thinks. I'll compose some notes.
Despite his cool the lieutenant's interested in solving this mystery, too.
Somewhere not far from here the lieutenant is preparing her file. "Klaasje Amandou," he writes. You realize the detective should be here for what comes next. It could prove... dangerous to go in alone.
We'll need more if we're going to pin this one down, he thinks -- good questions, though. Sharp eyes, officer.
Somewhere not so distant, officer Chad Tillbrook refuses a bribe from a local hood. He doesn't know you've just made his job, and the job of all honest cops, a little bit harder.
It feels safe to know that the lieutenant's got your back, now and always.
Lieutenant Kitsuragi would have a prybar in his Kineema, but he's not here right now.
... but the optics on this are awful, he thinks. We need to be as silent as we can.