Medium · Esprit de Corps ≥ 4
There is plenty here to work with once he's in custody -- and the lieutenant knows it. He gives you a little nod to proceed.
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There is plenty here to work with once he's in custody -- and the lieutenant knows it. He gives you a little nod to proceed.
With an agitated gait Satellite-Officer Jean-Heron Vicquemare paces the jetty, 22 kilometres East -- in Martinaise: "What could he possibly be doing there for so long," he says.
To your right you see the lieutenant give you a quick sideways glance...
They are veterans of the same war. Somewhere west, in Coal City his enemy is lying in a dark room, on a metal slider, not breathing. Like he will too. Soon. Half of the war between these men is over.
"Policework?" Patrol Officer Judit Minot replies, with a tinge of hope in her voice. A tinge of warmth too, against the cold air rising from the water...
Camaraderie even. For a second there he feels less alone -- but then the second passes.
With an agitated gait Satellite-Officer Jean-Heron Vicquemare paces the jetty, 22 kilometres East -- in Martinaise: "What could he possibly be doing there for so long," he says.
They are veterans of the same war. Somewhere west, in Coal City his enemy is lying in a dark room, on a metal slider. In L'Ossuaire Municipal, like he will too. Soon. Half of the war between these men is over.
... is what you plan to say. Before you can get past 'you're under', the kid interrupts you:
... is what you plan to say. Before you can get past 'you're under', the lieutenant interrupts you:
'Cut it out' is indeed what he is thinking.
Don't think it's a good idea to let him speak.
That's it. The cavalry has arrived.
But a case against Evrart would be big...
On the bridge, Officers Torson and McLaine are standing guard. The muscular Torson wears jeans and a leather jacket. When Vicquemare passes him, the young man remarks...
Patrol Officer Judit Minot stands in the corner, beneath the narrow awning that hangs over the main entrance. She is watching the snow absent-mindedly as she searches for her gloves in her briefcase.
Satellite-Officer Jean Vicquemare rushes down the station stairs, angrily hunched over in the falling slush.