Psyche
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
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You almost say the words, then stop -- the lieutenant is off somewhere, 28 kilometres from here, probably reading the manual for incarceration. The one he knows how to use. Come back and say this with Kim here; you can't handle it without him.
He's thinking -- are we done here?
A man and a woman sit in the front seat of an armoured motor carriage. The woman is driving, the man lights a cigarette. Jean Vicquemare is his name, the asphalt vanishes under the wheels of the machine. Ahead, harbour cranes rise to the sky...
A man of his word, this killer of killers.
That's between you and them, he thinks.
Let's do this tango, pig, he thinks. Detective Pig and detective Cunn on the case. We bouncin'.
Nix Gottlieb, station medic, throws a bag containing a small bullet into the medical waste disposer. Then he pops some caramel candy into his mouth and says: "Next." There's a line behind his door...
"To inquire about the Lieutenant-Yefreitor, sir. I am his partner," says Satellite-Officer Jean Vicquemare, standing in the doorway.
"Why are you here?" asks the man as the cough fit resides. His eyes are black and moist.
On his right hand side -- a little blue notebook. Open at case notes...
"Then why are you wasting time here?" coughs Kim. "He's out there. In Martinaise. Unsupervised, without cover. You need to get there..." His cough gets the best of him, he grabs a glass.
Twenty-eight kilometres to the northeast, in the infirmary of Precinct 57, Lieutenant Kim 'Pinball' Kitsuragi rests under a heart monitor. A triage sign coloured yellow hangs from his injury record -- safe, it means. He coughs, propped up against the pillow.
Elsewhere in Revachol, the Lieutenant switches on the radio. His head rocks subtly to a violent track. He needs to hear this story.