Medium · Esprit de Corps ≥ 4
Utter madness, he thinks -- as a compliment.
Psyche
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
623 · Voice lines
Utter madness, he thinks -- as a compliment.
This is tangential at best, but the lieutenant's detective instinct is still active.
Words are one thing, but he's not letting you follow through with it.
In the break room of Precinct 41, Sergeant Mack Torson is just now warming a grey sausage over an electric range. The oil in the pan hisses and pops. Torson is dabbing a spot off his pants when his partner, Satellite-Officer Chester McLaine enters, sniffs the air, and frowns...
His words are hiding a tinge of excitement -- he's not so detached from your pursuits after all.
Far away, Lieutenant Kitsuragi is flipping through stations in his Kineema. He is not here examining the bullet with you. He should be... he would find this very intriguing. Mention it to him, later when he's here.
Back at the station, the lieutenant is standing at a counter, diligently filling out paperwork to hand over to a tired records clerk.
This is a fun challenge for her, an opportunity to contribute beyond doing her job by rote. She'll gladly put in the extra effort for team RCM!
Sometimes police work is about human dignity -- about giving back names to anonymous victims.
You'll need the lieutenant's help to carry her over.
You should probably check on Kim. It doesn't sound like he's doing all too well.
"Let's go home, Jean. Nothing's going to happen today," she responds quietly. Jean takes his blond wig off. "Call Heidelstam. He can give us a ride."
We should've factored this in. Damn it.
Satellite-Officer Vicquemare looks out of the window grimly, then puts his coffee down and turns to Patrol Officer Minot. "We can either take a room here in the Whirling or go home for today."
You should probably check on Kim. That's what good partners do.