>>5788584
>>Quickdraw, You Practice drawing and firing your weapon as quickly and accurately as possible.

If we're doing protection work, rapid reaction will help curtail alot of shit.

>>5788584
>Quickdraw, You Practice drawing and firing your weapon as quickly and accurately as possible.
Shivers start to quiver, gun's ready to deliver.

Also for any new readers:
Archive of the Previous Thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5755137/

>>5788584
>Quickdraw, You Practice drawing and firing your weapon as quickly and accurately as possible
Fastest gun in Gotham

>>5788584
>>Quickdraw, You Practice drawing and firing your weapon as quickly and accurately as possible.

>>5788584
>>Close Quarters Combat, Using the pistol as a melee weapon and firing at extreme close range.

>>5788584
>Quickdraw, You Practice drawing and firing your weapon as quickly and accurately as possible.

>>5788584
>Close Quarters Combat, Using the pistol as a melee weapon and firing at extreme close range.
Snake, remember the basics of cqc…

>>5788584
>>Close Quarters Combat, Using the pistol as a melee weapon and firing at extreme close range.

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>>5788601
>>5788618
>>5788626
>>5788635


You spent your week practicing your quick draw, you figure at the event you aren't going to be able to be walking around with your firearm freely out and about. Anything that happens will happen in an instant and you'll need to react just as fast.

Hawthorne pulls some strings with the Armorer and gets you two of the old leather waist holsters, designed for smaller guns therefore offering more clearance. The first one was more modern made with black fabric and leather trim but the second one was antique nearly, it's edge frayed and lower than other modern holsters. It hold's a .38 Caliber 6 Shot Revolver Snub Nose, another favor called by Hawthorne.
>YOU GAINED: BACK-UP WEAPON AND QUICKDRAW HOLSTERS.

While Hawthorne practiced disarming shots, firing at replicas knives and guns. You stood two stalls away practicing your draw, starting with dry fire tests just to get your pull to fire time down and eventually getting pretty reliable at hitting center mass within a second of clearing your holster.

>Quickdraw: Combat move only available when your weapon is holstered or held in a way that is not readied. Makes any center mass shot a Best Of Three roll.
>Hair Trigger: When drawn upon; when you have your weapon out of holster you can cause a Middle Of roll to attempt to take the first shot, at the cost of any other actions.

You spend the week drilling these into your muscle memory and getting equal practice with your 38 Snub. But all work and no play makes Mark a dull boy, what did you do when your half days and training shifts concluded for the day?

>Stayed in close contact with Question regarding his investigation into Hawthorne
>Stayed in close contact with Huntress regarding her investigation into Banks
>Held your own investigation on Vic Rogers, something about that guy really pushed you the wrong way.
>Spent it with Hawthorne, getting beers or sharing some greasy diner chow. You try to improve your bond with Hawthorne.
>Write-In

>>5788685
>Write-In
Learn more about workplace politics
Lets try to find who is most likely the mole, who benefits most from that, any histories with organized crime and in general learning about what people like and are friendly with

>>5788685
>Quickdraw: Combat move only available when your weapon is holstered or held in a way that is not readied. Makes any center mass shot a Best Of Three roll.
Bo3 is quite nice
>Held your own investigation on Vic Rogers, something about that guy really pushed you the wrong way.

>>5788685
>>Spent it with Hawthorne, getting beers or sharing some greasy diner chow. You try to improve your bond with Hawthorne.

>>5788685
>disarming shots
Immersion broken, game ruined. You never, never go for a wounding shot let alone vs another gun. I am master rank at USPSA shooting, so better then most cop will ever get, and there is no way in hell I wound not go for the CoM unless they had plates e on. Then if is either head to clavicles or a hip since those wound have much armor if any.

>>5788685

>Stayed in close contact with Huntress regarding her investigation into Banks

I would like to know if she is also a hotheaded asshole like Question

>Held your own investigation on Vic Rogers, something about that guy really pushed you the wrong way.

Hawthorne and Banks are already under investigation so it makes sense for us to check Vic. Even if he isn't the mole our Shivers doesn't lie when we don't overuse it so there's something relevant to us going on with the guy, maybe anti-meta related.

>>5788727
I appreciate your passion, Anon. If you're at all curious about why he'd even be bothering with something like that you should use a write-in opportunity to ask him more about it.

I wouldn't claim to have your credentials but I do have a reason for writing the things I do. Appreciate the concern however.

>>5788703
supporting

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>>5788703
>>5788764

You decide to spend most of your evenings after firearms training with Hawthorne, you suggest going to a local diner after training for two days. On the third he suggests a beer instead.

"Need something to take the edge off. This training is a joke." He says annoyed. You notice he always seems to be a bit grouchy at the end of your training sessions but he never brings it up. As you both sit down once again at "Blue Brass", the nearest cop friendly bar, you watch as he sips from a the tall neck of a beer. Your conversations through the week generally ranged from work discussion, a few quizzes on protocol and the like, as the days go on you get slightly more personal. You tell him how you and Nia met, keeping her name secret of course as well as any damning details, he chuckles and shakes his head as you tell the story.

"Being ignorant is a virtue of the young, Rookie. Burden for the old." He sips as you tilt your head at him.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"The young are virtuous in their fresh ignorance, while the old are steeped in a lifetime of foolishness. You know who said that, Rook?"

You rack your brain but fail to come up with the answer.

"No, sir."

"Me neither." He chuckles. "My wife told me the quote from some book or another she was reading." He offers you the neck and you clink it.

The next days you have casual conversation about your private lives but nothing too serious until you get to Friday. Last week of your free reign of training before you start the briefings and prep for the event. Hawthorne is in a pricklier mood than usual, before you left you watched him stare at the burnt and dented metal targets of knives and guns. He mumbled a few words and curses, you are pretty sure you pick out "Damn suit" out of his mumblings as he packed his gun up.

Sitting at the bar now he stares out the window, letting his beer sweat on the table.

>"Sir, I was wondering what has you so upset about the training you've been doing this week?"
>"I'm sorry if this is out of bounds, sir. Would you tell me about your wife? You seem really fond of her and I could use relationship advice."
>"Sir, can I ask why you took me on as your rookie? Why leave the desk job and the safety to train some random rookie?"
>"What are you expecting for the event? What do you think the threat level is gonna be like?"
>Write-In

(Feel free to pick more than one option for this one, order is important as some options may clam Hawthorne up. Last update for today, so take your time to think up any write-in burning questions. I need to shake off this Jet Lag so I will see you tonight.)

>>5788775
>"I'm sorry if this is out of bounds, sir. Would you tell me about your wife? You seem really fond of her and I could use relationship advice."
>"What are you expecting for the event? What do you think the threat level is gonna be like?"
Married for almost three decades, bound to have some advice

>>5788775

>"What are you expecting for the event? What do you think the threat level is gonna be like?"

>"Sir, can I ask why you took me on as your rookie? Why leave the desk job and the safety to train some random rookie?”

>>5788775

>"Sir, I was wondering what has you so upset about the training you've been doing this week?"

But I would maybe phrase it as follows:

“Something on your mind, sir? You’ve been a bit on edge lately.”

>>5788775
>"Sir, I was wondering what has you so upset about the training you've been doing this week?"
>"What are you expecting for the event? What do you think the threat level is gonna be like?"
Gotham Beat Cop is back!

>>5788782
support

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>>5788727
Lol. Lmao even. Pic related, same vibe.

>>5788775
>"Sir, I was wondering what has you so upset about the training you've been doing this week?"
>"What are you expecting for the event? What do you think the threat level is gonna be like?"
(with the phrasing from >>5788789, more casual-like)

>>5788775
Hell yeah, beatcop is back

>"Sir, can I ask why you took me on as your rookie? Why leave the desk job and the safety to train some random rookie?"

>>5788775
>"Sir, can I ask why you took me on as your rookie? Why leave the desk job and the safety to train some random rookie?"

>>5789241
Bruh

"Sir, can I ask you a question?"

"Permission never stopped you before, Rookie." He says taking a swig

"This training week.." You begin cautiously, you decide to be a little more casual with your questioning. "It just seems like it has you on edge this week, anything on your mind?"

Hawthorne looks at you slowly and frowns, shaking his head.
"You could say that." He turns to you and leans on the bar counter. "You've spent the entire week working on a quick draw, I've seen you make good progress too. Meanwhile I'm a couple booths down shooting at a gun made out of melted down scrap."

"Yeah, I was curious why you'd choose that kind of training."

"Quite the opposite, Rook. I don't have a say in that if I want to keep my qualifications to teach the handgun courses for academy or you." He shakes his head again and takes a long drink, wiping his hand on the corner of his mouth.
"Mayor Dent wants all instructors and senior officers to undergo "LTLWL. Less Than Lethal With Lethal. He wants us to prove we could hit a knife or a firearm in someone's hands from different ranges, hit non-vital points on legs and arms. We call em Hollywood Drills, you'll have to run em if you ever get a rookie of your own."

"Mayor Dent wants us to try using firearms for non-lethal wounding, instead of using a taser or pepper spray?"

Hawthorne waves a hand at you.
"He thinks that even if you only have a gun there has to be a non-lethal way of using it."

"That seems a little...unrealistic sir."

Hawthorne chuckles to himself bitterly.
"Son, we live in a city protected by some sort of Man-Bat Hybrid, or a meta human who likes to dress up as one. If a building fell in Gotham and was about to squash us flat we would both pray to any God that could listen that a man in a blue suit with a cape would come down and pick the damn thing up." He shakes his head again before continuing.

"Dent is just giving the people what they ask for, they don't trust the police like they used to. He doesn't know any better, the man was a lawyer before a politician. He never spent a day on a street that didn't have reserved parking. Still, he's in charge and he wants to remold the police to a more friendly face. Pop quiz, what was the slogan Dent got elected on?" He asks you half jokingly.

"Not One More" You say staring into your own bottle, the whispers of the city tingling your neck as you discuss Dent.

"Not one more civilian casualty at the hands of police, Not one more child without a meal, and not one more day without safety." Hawthorne mumbles draining the last of his beer.

"He means well, but the Mayor is a moron. You never make a promise you can't keep." He says almost to himself, his fingers play with his ring...

>"I think he could do it, nothing was ever achieved by setting realistic goals. You have to go above and beyond in your service."
>"I think he's got his heart in the right place, but maybe he should be speaking with cops about the changes they can make instead of civilians."
>"I think the city will be better off without Dent in office."
>"Fuck Dent, he always seemed phony to me. Never trust a politician."
>"I'll drink to that, sir."
>Write-In

(Other conversation topics after this are: Asking about "Why Me" and his thoughts on the Event.)

>>5789534
>"I think he's got his heart in the right place, but maybe he should be speaking with cops about the changes they can make instead of civilians."
Dent's a well meaning idiot. And shooting someone in the leg is just asking to hit an artery and making them bleed out. Not to mention all the potential cripples if they survive.

>>5789541
>>"I think he's got his heart in the right place, but maybe he should be speaking with cops about the changes they can make instead of civilians."

>>5789541
>"I think he's got his heart in the right place, but maybe he should be speaking with cops about the changes they can make instead of civilians."

>>5789541
>>"I think he's got his heart in the right place, but maybe he should be speaking with cops about the changes they can make instead of civilians."

>>5789546
>>5789549
>>5789574

"I think he has his heart in the right place. A well meaning idiot of sorts." Hawthorne snorts and leans his bottle towards you, you clink necks and continue. "Maybe he should be asking cops instead of civilians."

Hawthorne nods his head and you decide to keep pushing the discussion.
"Can I also ask you why you took up being a TO?" You ask him

Hawthorne raises an eyebrow.
"You mean because I'm a Sergeant." He says

"Pretty much. The desk, getting to sit in AC, not worrying about getting shot or stabbed everyday. Most people would never give that up."

"I'm not most people. I grew up in Gotham just like you, so you know what it means probably better than most to be connected to the streets." He sighs and stares down at his ring again.
"I gotta be out here, feels like I'm suffocating if I stay in an office too long. Retirement is gonna be a real bitch." He laughs again.

"Well you aren't going anywhere until I move up so, how about we talk shop? The event, what do you think it's gonna be like, threat wise?"

Hawthorne shrugs.
"Most openings get some commotion, this time I'm expecting some protesters and the like. Loud but rarely do they get violent, sometimes they throw things but our general policy is to ignore it if they are just chucking some water out of a bottle or some trash. But rocks and other things that's an arrest we need to make, that's when the crowd will rile up."

"Nothing else then?"

"Always the threat of the psychos coming out. Joker is locked up but his goons really try to make up for that, those Anarky guys haven't done anything in a while, and I never count out someone entirely new trying to make a debut."

You stare at your bottle as the city whispers in your ear, like a hushed conversation in another room. Giggles, Cries, Whimpering, All these echo far away from you. Hawthorne holds his gaze as he stands and tosses some crumpled bills on the counter.

"You worried about something in particular?"

>"Meta Attacks, If someone like Croc shows up what are we supposed to do?"
>"The Gangs. So many civilians in one space we won't even know who could be after us until they go."
>"Something new, I just have a bad feeling about this.
>"Nothing, whatever pops up I'm confident we can handle it."
>Write-In

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>>5789541
>"I think he's got his heart in the right place, but maybe he should be speaking with cops about the changes they can make instead of civilians."
There's a reason even a 'maybe meta' like The Bat doesn't use guns. Also...

>"Fuck Dent, he always seemed phony to me. Never trust a politician."
If anyone would set off our shivers, it's 'Big Bad Harvey'...

>>5789662
>"Something new, I just have a bad feeling about this."
See also my late post at >>5789664, Maybe all this talk of the mayor has our jimmies rustled?

>>5789662
>>"Something new, I just have a bad feeling about this.

>>5789662
>"I'm worried that someone will find a way to spin this against the entire purpose of the event. The media hasn't exactly been on our side for a while."

>>5789662
>>"Something new, I just have a bad feeling about this.

>>5789662
>>"Something new, I just have a bad feeling about this.

>>5789662
>>"Something new, I just have a bad feeling about this.

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>>5789670
>>5789681
>>5789734
>>5789738


"Something new, I just have a bad feeling."

Hawthorne slaps your back.

"Welcome to being a cop Officer DeLucia, the pension isn't guaranteed but the lifetime of unease is. Unless this is a shivers thing?"

You shrug.
"I don't know, Gotham is always pulling and plucking on something for me."

"Don't let that go, keep your guard up. This event is gonna be a real bitch, I trust in you though, Rookie."

You both left the bar that night and you got home to a guest, Huntress sat in your favorite chair sipping a beer, legs dangling over the arm. She tipped the can to you.

"Officer. Came through with something on Banks, at least I think it's something."

"You aren't sure?" You ask her, deciding to skip the entire 'What are you doing in my house' bit.

"I'm not like him, it takes some real convincing before I decide something is fishy. Something like handing a soon to be detective a file outside of the office."

She points to a folder she has on your coffee table, next to some more empty beer cans. You look at them and back at her.

"Girl needs to drink." She says shrugging.

You grumble and open the folder, some pretty dark shots of Banks and someone who is a little too shadowed for you to make a hard ID. Another shot of Banks handing over a file, you can't read the writing on the front but it's bright red and usually only the confidential files have that on them. You sigh.

"You couldn't have gotten a better picture with the guys face?"

"I'm sorry, I'll bring my flash next time. Maybe I'll yell 'Say Cheese' besides it doesn't matter I heard the name. He called him Detective Gorchakov."

You swallow, you remember that name. He was one of the officers you could have chosen for training, maybe he's training with Banks? You drop the file.

"You didn't record the conversation I'm guessing."

She shakes her head no.
"Didn't bring my tape recorder bolt to their meeting." She eyes you from behind the mask and takes a long sip before setting down an empty can.

"I think he's warranted a little visit from Question and I, we can talk to him about his extracurriculars." She kicks her legs and pops up to her feet near silently.

>"Absolutely not, I'm not going to let you rough up a cop. Keep following him until you get something actually damning."
>"Absolutely not, The detective is who we want but we want him in court not a hospital. Follow him."
>"Leave me out of this, whatever you two do I don't want to hear about it. Just bring me something that would work in a court."
>"How about you let me talk to Banks, as a friend and see if I can get something out of him."
>Write-In

>>5789846
>You grumble and open the folder, some pretty dark shots of Banks and someone who is a little too shadowed for you to make a hard ID. Another shot of Banks handing over a file, you can't read the writing on the front but it's bright red and usually only the confidential files have that on them. You sigh.

I'm assuming that the locale of these photos is in a place where confidential files shouldnt really be brought out?

>>5789850
Yes, my bad anon. I meant to specify the images were taken in some sort of industrial looking setting. Still working with some brain fog.

>>5789846
>>Write-In
"Don't put both of them in a body bag or in a hospital bed keep an eye on them and something that can work in a court."

>>5789846
>>Write-In
Looks like something, I do agree. Just be careful about it.

>>5789846
>"Absolutely not, The detective is who we want but we want him in court not a hospital. Follow him."

>>5789846
>"Absolutely not, I'm not going to let you rough up a cop. Keep following him until you get something actually damning."
>"It would also be a bad idea to clue them into the fact we're onto them. This is good work but we need something more concrete before we pounce. Like what that Detective is going to do with the file, or who he hands it to instead."
1. Rule of espionage work, don't let them know they're being followed or watched or that you're even interested in them.

>>5789866
+1

>>5789885
>>5789868
>>5789866
>>5789865

"Absolutely not." You start

She crosses her arms.

"Look, I agree this looks like something fishy but the number one rule of this sort of thing is you don't make a move or show you're interested until you have something to actually move on. I just got a file like that and I'm approved to share it with Hawthorne." You leave out the fact you were told not to let it leave the building, that may be counter-productive.

Huntress groans and steps towards you.
"You're just like Question. Both of you are all watch, watch, watch. Sometimes action makes more progress than sitting around, we've spent a whole week watching these clowns and all it got me was grease stains on my favorite outift and I don't even know what Question has been up to since you both last talked. He told me it would be too dangerous." She gets closer and puts a strong pointed finger into your chest.

"Whatever you asked him to look into, he's doing it alone and if anything happens to him." She doesn't finish her sentence but you pick up on the not so subtle threat.

"Look. Huntress. I can't let you rough up a cop without something really damning, something like knowing where that file went. I'm guessing if he had gone anywhere other than straight home with that you'd have told me. Which means he's holding onto it for some reason, right?"

She sighs and nods.

"Look just, don't put them in bags or hospital beds. Keep an eye on that file and on Banks. Find me something that can work in court, my powers could just so happen to take me and Hawthorne right where the trouble is."

"So you want me to stay out of it? Stay out of what question is doing, stay out of what you're doing, and just be a glorified look out. This isn't getting me closer to Mandragora."

"Why haven't you just gone after him then? Why were you bothering with his goons at the warehouse?"

She purses her lips and holds your stare, her eyes are hard and cold.
"I promised, Question we'd try things his way."

>"Then have faith in him, and me. Keep monitoring the detective and just give us the time to show you we can do it right."
>"Then do what he asked you. He wanted my help on this so I just need you to keep up what you're doing."
>"You two are an odd pairing, how did you meet up? Why are you letting him lead things on this?"
>"Well if you're just going to complain about it the entire time then go find Mandragora and kill him. Fight through all his goons and put him down if it's so easy compared to this."
>Write-In

>>5789928
>>"Then do what he asked you. He wanted my help on this so I just need you to keep up what you're doing."
dont jump the gun Huntress

>>5789928
>"Then have faith in him, and me. Keep monitoring the detective and just give us the time to show you we can do it right."

>>5789928
>"Then do what he asked you. He wanted my help on this so I just need you to keep up what you're doing."
We're probably going to need to eliminate mandragora sooner or later anyway. Just make sure its legal.

>>5789940
>>5789961

"Then do what he asked." You state bluntly. More than a little fed up with how these two act you can't help yourself. "He wanted my help on this, so I just need you to keep up what you've been doing, don't jump the gun on this."

"Is that right?"

"That is right. We are going to need to deal with Mandragora sooner or later anyways. I just want to make sure it's legal."

"So you're okay with killing him?"

"If I have to."

"And what decides that?"

"The same things that decide it for everyone else. I'm a cop, I have rules and regulations to follow. If Mandragora has to die then it'll be from a clean shoot by an Officer. Not a bolt in the back of the head from a vigilante."

"You say that like it's such a dirty word. But I trust my self, my own ability. Have you even discharged your weapon?"

"Plenty."

"Outside of a shooting range? Like an actual gun fight?"

"I haven't had the need to, I've managed to handle people without lethal force."

"That's the problem." She puts her hands on her hips smugly, as if the argument ended with that one line.

>Offer her a demonstration, show her your quick draw.
>"Why the hell are you so dead set on killing Mandragora?"
>This argument is going nowhere, you have work in the morning. Say nothing else and ask her to leave.
>Write-In

>>5790015
>>Offer her a demonstration, show her your quick draw.

>>5790015
>"Why the hell are you so dead set on killing Mandragora?"

>>5790015
>"What makes you think that it's fine to act as judge, jury, and executioner? To throw away due process and kill anyone you personally deem worthy of it? Are you suggesting that your judgement is more sound than the foundations of law that generations of refinement, or is there some kind of divine right bestowed upon you by one of the many gods keeping an eye on our humble little planet? There's no weakness in keeping people alive to be processed by the law when you're fully capable of doing so. There's weakness in taking the easy way out and killing them."

>>5790041
Spotted an error, whoops.
>the foundations of law that generations of refinement
should be
>the foundations of law that generations refined

>>5790015
>Offer her a demonstration, show her your quick draw.
I think it would be very funny to crit fail and headshot her

>>5790015
>>5790041

Supporting this. No need to "Show off" anything since we have nothing to prove to her.

>>5790015
>This argument is going nowhere, you have work in the morning. Say nothing else and ask her to leave.
What are we 12? this is playground tier posturing. ooo look at me i kill people ooo so good

also Welcome back QM! Good quests are always a treat

>>5790041
+1

>>5790033
changing >>5790015 to >>5790041

>>5790041
Support.

We do this right, or we risk making things even worse than they were before.

>>5790041

Support. We're a Cop, not fuckin' Judge Dredd.

>>5790830
I think it's funny that if we WERE a Judge, we'd be legally justified in doing all that crazy shit. And Judge Dredd specifically would probably clean up Gotham within a month. As well as reduce the population by like 40% in the same timespan.

>>5790041
Support.

>>5790885
...Now I want a Judge Dredd in Gotham city quest.

>>5790041
>>5790043
Support.

>>5790015
But also,
>"Why the hell are you so dead set on killing Mandragora?"

>>5790041
>>5790053
>>5790141
>>5790277
>>5790830
>>5790986

You can't hold back anymore, this last comment pushed you over the line and you let loose on Huntress.

"What makes you think that it's fine to act as judge, jury, and executioner? To throw away due process and kill anyone you personally deem worthy of it? Are you really suggesting that your judgement is more sound than the foundations of law that generations refined? She opens her mouth to protest but you stick out a finger accusingly as you take a step towards her. "Or is there some kind of divine right bestowed upon you by one of the many gods keeping an eye on our humble little planet? There's no weakness in keeping people alive to be processed by the law when you're fully capable of doing so. There's weakness in taking the easy way out and killing them." You finish with a firm prod to her shoulder and a deep breath as you stare her down. She breaks eye contact first.

"Jeez alright fine. We'll play it by the book." She walks to your window and starts to open it slightly. "You talk just like him, he'd probably love you." She says, sitting on the sill.

"What are you talking about? Question?" You ask her

"No." she lets the statement linger a few seconds. "No, you remind me of your city's precious Batman." Upon finishing she leans backwards and falls gracefully from the window.

You stand there in a sort of stunned silence, blinking and furrowing your brow. She's met Batman? You shake your head, maybe you'll bring it up to her in the future, as for now you need to clean these beer cans...
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The next morning you get suited up and head into the Precinct. The event is in a few days and you need to start coordinating with Hawthorne and the other units assigned to the event, making action plans and setting up Areas of Operation and patrol lines. You stop by the locker room and shut away all your things and make for the conference room, a massive room with glass walls near the center of the precinct. Looking inside you see Hawthorne standing in front of a board, moving magnets around a drawn aerial view of the event grounds. He mentioned that you would be one of the lead groups for special assignment but didn't specify for what. Inside you see Banks and Kimble, both watching intently. You open the door as Hawthorne finishes his sentence and writes in red marker.

"-need to decide which team will accompany which VIP." He looks up to you and gives you a nod.

"DeLucia. If you had to pick between Mayor Harvey Dent, and Bruce Wayne. Which would you pick?"

>Harvey Dent.
>Bruce Wayne.
>Neither.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5791075
1 is for Dent
2 is for Wayne

>>5791075
>"Mitch Hawthorne? I hear he's got decades in the force, I'm sure he'll be a great Mayor once he retires from the force?"

Barring that, going with
>Wayne.
Fuck that LTLWL policy.

>>5791075
>>Bruce Wayne.

"To protect? Wayne. That millionare playboy philanthropist is going to need even more protection. "

>>5791075
>>Bruce Wayne.
You never know when you may be able to convince the rich guy to throw more money at the precinct. Getting everyone a fresh vest is always a plus.

>>5788748
The immersion broken was a joke. I realize this a setting where Batman can disarm multiple armed people with bat shaped shuriken lol.

>>5788862
Except my claim is neither long-winded or incredulous. I have done this same type of competition for like 3 years and if you can't make it to that point on qualifier stages at that point, well IDK. For reference there are like 11-year-old girls who shoot as well as I do, with .22s. granted.

>>5791075
>>Harvey Dent.

>>5791203
It's all good, Anon. Glad you decided to stick around and keep playing.

>>5791098
>>5791108
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Writing.

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"What about Mitch Hawthorne? He's got decades on the force, I'm sure he'd be a great mayor after he retired."

Hawthorne shakes his head as Kimble laughs to himself.
"Decades? Maybe centuries." He chimes in, laughing harder.

"Can you both not be jackasses for 15 seconds?" Hawthorne asks, his face firm and grim but the hint of a smile playing on the corners of his mouth. "Don't forget I hold your fate in this department in my hand, Rook. So pick one."

"Yes sir, if this is for protection then I would pick Bruce Wayne."

"Is that so? Why?"

"Billionaire Playboys and Philanthropists tend to attract unwanted attention. As well as the fact he's the one hosting this event personally it gives a pretty clear line for any protesters looking to take up a personal grievance with him, he needs it."

Kimble chimes in. "Plus maybe we could get him to Philanthropize the good ol GCPD, I'm tired of carrying a sidearm that was top of the line in Vietnam."

Hawthorne nods to your words and opens a folder, plucking out a thin glossy photograph, he slaps a laminated photo onto the board, securing it in place with a magnet. He slides the folder to Kimble who pulls out his own photo of Harvey Dent. He passes it to Banks.

"Visualize this guys ass, and then practice your kissing, Banks. The mayor controls all our funding and policy so let's be good dance partners for him." He pats Banks on the back and leans back.

"The general gist is this DeLucia." He starts pointing lazily at the board. "We are the 'Roamers' pretty much all other beat cops at the event will be working the line or standing at fixed positions all over the event. Our job is to stay in the general area of our VIPs, this is not bodyguarding, we aren't their high school sweethearts working out when the best moment to hold hands is. We observe and orbit, if anything happens the senior officers will move to secure the VIP while our subordinates cover our exit and then moves on to assisting the general populace."

He gesticulates emphatically as he speaks, making sure to put emphasis on "Senior"

Hawthorne jumps in.
"As far as confirmed threats we have the usual. Posting online, some vaguely threatening emails and letters being sent to city hall, and someone claiming to be a witch from Central City who 'curses' this event." Hawthorne rolls his eyes holding up a bundle of papers. "So far we have deemed none of these critically threatening. Rules of engagement are different than usual too, kid's gloves. If we don't see an immediate threat to human life, then we stay non-lethal and contained as possible. The mayor doesn't want a bystander getting a whiff of OC Spray or hit by a stray round, if they do and it wasn't absolutely needed well. It was fun working with you."

Kimble slaps the desk and stands up.
"Well we should get to work planning our evening then. Unless you have any questions Officer DeLucia?"

>"No sir, Hawthorne will get me in the loop."
>"I do actually sir..." (Write-In)

>>5791245
>"I do actually sir..."
What's Wayne's rep? Any known personal enemies or anything? And what's his deal with metas, to be shaking hands with Supes and making a museum in our--they're--honour?

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>>5791251
this is fine

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>>5791284
Well, apart from my silly typo

>>5791251
*their8P20T

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"I do actually sir, what's the general opinion on Wayne? Any known personal enemies we should be watching out for?"

Hawthorne shakes his head.
"No more than usual for the ultra rich. People saying he isn't doing enough, the usual rabble rousers, and now the Anti-Meta crowd."

"I've also been meaning to ask, what's his deal with metas anyways? I saw him on TV shaking superman's hands and now he's making a museum in their honor? In our honor I guess?"

Kimble speaks from across the room.
"You leave the city for a few years and you stop following the news on the most interesting guy in it? Wayne was in Metropolis on business a year or two back, his car was on a bridge that started to go down. Few Justice League guys were in the area and helped with getting everyone off before it went down. Rumor has it he personally thanked Superman for holding the bridge up long enough for the others to round up the people. Paid for the restoration out of his own pocket and he's been pretty pro-meta and pro-JL ever since."

Hawthorne nods.
"Pretty much just that, earned himself a few enemies in the media but the Wayne's are used to it by this point. Top of the food chain in the "Meta Debate" is Wayne on the Pro-Side and Luthor on the Anti."

"If he had his way I'd have never been let into the academy." You say almost to yourself.

"Well luckily money can't buy you everything. Especially when you're going dollar for dollar with one of the richest men in the world." Banks finally says something. "Luthor is a blowhard anyways, he couldn't grow a better cop in one of his fancy labs if he tried." Banks gives you a smile before turning back to his stack of papers.

Hawthorne pulls you to the board and begins going over the lay out of the building with you. A few hours later you feel confident you could navigate this place in the dark, and you have the run down of the areas Wayne is most likely to spend his time in. "The Feats of Heroism" exhibit has a massive picture of Superman holding the Metropolis Bridge, Wayne is expected to give a small speech there. After that it's mainly sticking around the Open Bar and the ladies, if Wayne is one thing it's predictable.

You and Hawthorne finally settle down into some comfy office chairs as he passes you a stick of gum, you pop it in and chew thoughtfully as you stare at the event itinerary. A whole museum for Meta Human's but none are scheduled to speak or show up, you begin to wonder if this is just more Ego Padding for Wayne but the longer you stare at the documents relating to this event the more your neck hair prickles and tingles. You find yourself breathing a little more heavily, you feel something off.

>Roll 1d100 for Shivers. Middle of Three.

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>5791304
oh boy oh boy

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>5791304
lets gooooo

Rolled 36 (1d100)

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Crit incoming

Rolled 93 (1d100)

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ROLL: 33

You stare at the papers and your vision goes unfocused. You feel sick, the mint taste of the gum overwhelming your mouth. You take a breath and it comes in shakey, you cough and Hawthorne pats your back.

"You alright there DeLucia? You're pale as a sheet."

The best you ca ndo is give a half smile and wave a hand, you wipe a cold sweat from your forehead. "It's fine, sir. Just a really weird feeling."

"Nerves before something like this makes sense, even veteran officers get uneasy before a big job." He looks up and see's Kimble and Banks looking over a photo of the Mayor's limousine and excuses himself.

You close your eyes but can't visualize anything. All you see is a building, murky and nearly formless like it was constructed of shadows and fog. You try to focus the image in your mind by inhaling deeply but as you exhale your breath turns from a quiet expelling of air into an ear splitting scream of terror that burns your throat raw. You hear a voice echo in your mind, almost as if spoken through a thick door.

"A new formula..."

You open your eyes and look around, a few moments must have passed because now Hawthorne is by Kimble and Banks helping explain something. Nobody is looking at you, was that scream only in your head? You give your body a quick shake to bring yourself back fully. You have no idea what that was but it's never happened before, maybe your nerves are tapping into Shivers making your insights skewed or, more frighteningly, maybe there is something truly horrible bound to happen. You know if you bring this up it could raise security for the event, but if you call attention to it and end up being wrong it's going to make you and Hawthorne look bad, worse than that even it will make you look crazy.

>Tell Hawthorne and risk being wrong, even if there is a chance this is just shivers acting up due to your own worries you have to let him know.

or

>Keep it to yourself for now, this could easily come down to nerves and this is the exact thing Anti-Meta cops in the precinct would point at and call out if you're wrong.

(I'll leave this one up slightly longer than usual so you guys can weigh and discuss what you want to go for.)

>>5791373
>Tell Hawthorne and risk being wrong, even if there is a chance this is just shivers acting up due to your own worries you have to let him know.
I'd argue for bring gasmasks or respirators and back up masks and cartridges for the VIPs. At the very least, it'll provide assistance if someone starts a fire, or will help first responders against inhaling fumes. It also wouldn't look terribly out of place for cops in fucking Gothem to have kit like that at a high profile event, even if they don't start with it on.

>>5791373
>>Keep it to yourself for now, this could easily come down to nerves and this is the exact thing Anti-Meta cops in the precinct would point at and call out if you're wrong.
its either the new krabby patty formula, or Jokers gas.

>>5791373
>Keep it to yourself for now, this could easily come down to nerves and this is the exact thing Anti-Meta cops in the precinct would point at and call out if you're wrong.

>>5791373
>Tell Hawthorne and risk being wrong, even if there is a chance this is just shivers acting up due to your own worries you have to let him know.
This is Gotham. Nothing ever goes as planned or expected.

>>5791373
>>Keep it to yourself for now, this could easily come down to nerves and this is the exact thing Anti-Meta cops in the precinct would point at and call out if you're wrong.
We don't have much of an idea on what we saw even was.
I Think we just share this with Hawthorne, but nobody else in case it ends up being nothing

>>5791373
>>Tell Hawthorne and risk being wrong, even if there is a chance this is just shivers acting up due to your own worries you have to let him know.

"Of all the weirdos in this city, which do your think would fit 'a new formula'. That was all I got."

>>5791373
>Tell Hawthorne and risk being wrong, even if there is a chance this is just shivers acting up due to your own worries you have to let him know.

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You wait patiently for Hawthorne to finish his conversation and get your breathing under control. When he approaches you motion for him to come close.

"I got a shiver." You say quietly.

Hawthorne looks to Kimble and Banks and nods outside the office.
"Coffee run, you boys want anything?" He shouts

"I'll take a black coffee and Banks here will have some as well."

Hawthorne nods and pulls you to the outside, he grabs a passing officer and speaks to him, repeating the order for Banks and Kimble. The officer nods dutifully and scampers off to collect the drinks. In the mean time you get to speak alone.

"Something is wrong about the whole event, I think something bigger than we think is coming." You start, wiping your face with a clammy hand.

"Well what did you see?"

"It wasn't much. I saw some sort of building, it was wobbling like it was made of mist or something. I heard something too, a voice I don't recognize, it said 'A new formula' do you know anything about that sort of thing?"

Hathorne puts his hand on his chin and thinks.
"Formula means medicine? Gas maybe? Could be drugs?"

"It may pay for us to bring respirators, maybe a spare for a VIP?"

"If we were on the exterior maybe, but walking around with the people? Cops with a gas mask on their hip is gonna get folk nervous."

"So no weirdos come to mind for a new formula?"

"Closest I ever came was the Joker Toxin attacks a year ago. He's been locked up tighter than Dent's wallet ever since."

"Should we keep this to ourselves then? I mean I don't exactly have a lot to go on."

"True but if your gut is speaking I tend to say listen. I can speak to the Commander, see about getting us some masks and other gear for the exterior units. Worse case a few guys will curse you for having to lug a couple extra bits of gear. They'll get over it."

>"If you could that would be nice, I just can't shake this feeling."
>"No way, I don't need the captain doubting me. Let's just keep this between us."
>"I don't know about taking this up the chain, but we could share with Kimble and Banks, make sure the VIP squads are on the same page."
>Write-In

>>5791465
>"If you could that would be nice, I just can't shake this feeling."
We'll need gasmasks if we want to deploy tear gas for any protestors, and knowing how big this event may be we might get more than expected. So there's a good excuse.

>>5791465
>"If you could that would be nice, I just can't shake this feeling."
I hope this ain't no monkey's paw

>>5791465
>”Wait a minute. I was screaming in terror in the shiver. New formula…fear gas? We need to secure Dr. Crane.”

>>5791245
I just realized that Dent may just get two-faced at this if we don't protect him. If he hasn't already, I haven't caught up yet.

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>>"If you could that would be nice, I just can't shake this feeling."

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"If you could that would be nice, I just can't shake this feeling. I felt so afraid, I felt so..." Your words drift off as the puzzle pieces click.
"Dr.Crane." You blurt out.

"The Scarecrow?" Hawthorne replies. He scratches his head. "Last I checked he's been in Arkham as well for a while."

"Could be a copy cat? Maybe someone looking to pick up where he left off?" You suggest

Hawthorne nods but reluctantly. "Could be, we have a new Red Hood every year it seems."

You groan in frustration. "I wish for once it had been more clear, but usually I have to be a lot closer to the danger before I start hearing whispers."

Hawthorne puts a hand on your shoulder and gives you a squeeze. "Don't get frustrated rookie, you've given us the most valuable thing we can get. A head's up. I'll get this to the Commander and we'll keep an eye out."

Hawthorne starts to walk away before turning back to you. "No matter what anyone says DeLucia, I believe in you. Even if you are just a rookie." He gives you a final nod and makes a beeline for the Watch Commander's office. You try to take a breath and loosen up your muscles, this vision had you on edge. It's the first time you had a hallucination that affected you personally, that scream still lingers in your ears. Before long the junior officer returns with the coffees, you take them off his hands and send him off with a thanks. Kimble meets you at the door and takes the cup from your hand.

"Thanks Rookie, I gotta go real quick, watch commander called for me." He flashes you a wide smile and leaves you alone with Banks.

He takes his coffee and offers a thank you but before long he's lost in his own world, staring into file while bobbing his leg anxiously. You notice the bags under his eyes.

>"Everything okay, Banks? Looking tired."
>"So I just had a vision that Scarecrow might be attacking the opening."
>Keep Quiet and mind your own business.
>Try to Scry on Banks and get more information.
>Write-In

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>>"Everything okay, Banks? Looking tired."

>>5791536
>Try to Scry on Banks and get more information.

>>5791536
>"Everything okay, Banks? Looking tired."
Mask of concern is the best way to make people trust you.

>>5791536
>"Everything okay, Banks? Looking tired."

>>5791536
>"Everything okay, Banks? Looking tired."

>>5791536
>"Everything okay, Banks? Looking tired."

Good call

>Last I checked he's been in Arkham as well for a while."
Maybe someone should call Arkham and double check he’s still there and hasn’t been released…

>>5791536
>Try to Scry on Banks and get more information.

>>5791536

Ask him about fans and windows. How’s the air circulation in the building?

>>5791536
>>>"Everything okay, Banks? Looking tired."
"Worried about kissing Dent's ass, or something else on your mind?"

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>>"Everything okay, Banks? Looking tired."

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"Everything okay, Banks?" You give him a half smile. "You look tired."

He laughs and takes a sip from his coffee.
"Yeah I guess I've been having trouble sleeping. Still working on getting into Undercover, takes a lot of work." He sighs and his eyes sort of glass over.

"You here, Banks? You aren't worried about kissing Dent's ass are you, or is something else keeping your mind occupied?"

"Huh?" He asks absently before blinking a few times. "Ah uh sorry, DeLucia. I just don't know how my last test went, I'm stressing over the grade."

"Well try to keep your head in the game, Banks. This is an important job." You look up and see Hawthorne and a slightly annoyed looking Kimble marching back to the room.

"I have a feeling this event isn't going to go smoothly.."

The next few hours are a review of your plans with addendums. The exterior patrols will be equipped with gas masks and we will be storing some by each exit door to keep guests inside comfortable. The Commander talked to Dent and he isn't sold but is willing to make these concessions. A quick check with Arkham showed that Crane is still secure in his cell, apparently he's even been making progress with therapy.

"Air circulation?" You ask out of nowhere. Kimble raises an eyebrow.

"Like does the venue have AC? Well recently constructed so I'd assume Wayne didn't cheap out. Let me just.." he trails off as he digs through a stack of papers. Eventually pulling out a sheet of blueprints.

"Yeah it's got central air and heating, in the basement."

"Could we get a guard on that?"

"We're already stretched pretty thin on men, Dent is already bitching to Reiner about our budget." Kimble chews his inner cheek as he thinks

Hawthorne clears his throat.
"After Wayne's speech we can split up DeLucia, you can stand guard at the air system and I'll stay with Wayne."

>"Sounds like a good idea to me, sir."
>"If it's all the same, Sir, I'd rather stay with the VIP."
>"We should both check the air, I'm sure after his speech Wayne'll be alright by himself for a while."
>"I don't want to leave our VIP short a guard based on a hunch. Let's play it by ear, but as of now we stay with Wayne."
>Write-In

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>"Sounds like a good idea to me, sir."

>>5792238
>>"Sounds like a good idea to me, sir."

>>5792238

>Sounds like a good idea to me, sir.

Hopefully this means we can foil a gas attack instead of getting stuck in the basement all night

>>5792238
>"I don't want to leave our VIP short a guard based on a hunch. Let's play it by ear, but as of now we stay with Wayne."
Nah, if it's taking protection off the VIP skip it. Not like one rookie cop can do much against one of the big ones, if it comes to that.

>>5792238
>>"Sounds like a good idea to me, sir."

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"Sounds like a good idea to me, sir."

Hawthorne nods and turns his attention back to the blueprints.

>YOU GAIN: In-Depth Knowledge of the Venue

By the time the day wraps up you've spent most of it coordinating with Hawthorne and Kimble, setting up various action plans for VIP extraction, making sure you know the lay out backwards and forwards. Before long you're set to head home and come back in tomorrow for your last regular patrol before the event comes around.

Walking through the parking garage you keep an eye peeled, ever since the note left on your car and Question's surprise jump scare from your backseat you've been working on keeping your awareness up. You get into your old car and settle into your seat, head slightly hurting from the pure inflow of information. You close your eyes and figure you could use something else to distract yourself.

>Get in contact with Question, check in on his investigation into Hawthorne.
>Contact Huntress, maybe some company will make her less upset about her surveillance.
>See if you can catch Banks as he leaves, see if he wants that beer.
>Call Nia
>Write-In

>>5792282
>>See if you can catch Banks as he leaves, see if he wants that beer.

>>5792282
>See if you can catch Banks as he leaves, see if he wants that beer.

>>5792282
>>See if you can catch Banks as he leaves, see if he wants that beer.

>>5792282
>See if you can catch Banks as he leaves, see if he wants that beer.

>>5792282
>Call Nia
Seems like a good time to reach out to an old 'friend... Though let's not tell her our suspicions, lest the fuckin' Justice League crash the joint.

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You sit in your car and think about back when you talked to Banks in the locker room. Whether he's up to something shady or not the guy could definitely use a friend, you decide to hop back out of the car and head inside to find him.

You see him in the locker room, reading a text intently, when you approach he smiles and stuffs the phone in his pocket.

"What's up man?" He starts

"Not much, just figured after a day of staring at papers we could grab a beer or something. Take our minds off the event until it's actually the day."

He nods and you see him release a breath.
"That sounds great actually. I've been so stressed lately with everything going on, and this on top of it. Kimble told me Undercover will have to deal with events like this all the time, so he brought me on."

"Pretty nice of him." You say grabbing a coat from your locker since you'll be heading out.

Banks nods again.
"Him and Detective Gorchakov have been life savers."

You let the comment about Gorchakov slide, better not to ask about stuff like that until he's had something to unwind.

A few hours pass and you're both 3 beers deep.

"So she ended up being a Superhero?"

"Yeah, I had no idea. I only found out because she left her costume mask in the laundry."

"No fucking way."

"Yeah man, you spend so long holding onto a secret it's bound to slip out as time goes on."

"Yeah no doubt about that." He says smiling as he sips from the bottle. He takes a deep breath and just chuckles again to himself.

You see him mulling something over in his mind, lubricated by the alcohol maybe you could pry it out.

>Push him to share. (Requires Roll)
>Let him drink a little more first before trying anything.
>Just let this night be for relaxation, keep having casual conversation.
>Write-In

>>5792358
>>Push him to share. (Requires Roll)
"Whats on your mind? Date went wrong?"

>>5792358
>>Let him drink a little more first before trying anything.
lets make sure those lips are lose

>>5792358
>Push him to share. (Requires Roll)
"What now? Hey, don't tell me you also had an ex who was a Superhero and you're barely noticing because of my story" Maybe try and pass it as a joke could help, and it gives him enough room to either dismiss our question or actually talking. If we say something like "Hey you look worried, is there any problems lately" he might be more weary

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>>Push him to share. (Requires Roll)

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1d100 Best Of Three, due to building rapport early on.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

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Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>5792453
LETS GO

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>5792453
Be friend. Now.

>>5792461
Well shit, anon, if you say so!

>>5792461
Fren!

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freund~

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Roll: 94 (Wow)
DC: 75
Result: PASS

"You good Banks?" You ask him, his eyes refocus and he comes back to reality.

"Haha Yeah it's all okay." He says taking another hasty sip.

"Your date go okay? She didn't turn out to be a secret superhero too did she?" You joke and give him a playful nudge with your elbow. He smiles and you feel the tension break

"No it's nothing like that, it's just work stuff and.." He seems to trail off as he thinks but before you can press he turns to you in a quiet voice.

"Can you keep a secret? Maybe help me out?"

"Of course man, anything you need."

"That's great, Mark. Cause I mean, you just got a way of noticing things so maybe you could help me with this test."

Tutoring isn't what you had in mind but you decide to humor him.
"Depends on the test, if it's math you may find yourself worse than you started."

"No, it's from Gorchakov. He's making Detective soon and one of the duties for a Detective is handler for Undercover, at least for local stuff. He came to me and asked if I wanted to prove myself to him ever since the clown thing I feel like nobody is taking me seriously anymore."

"Ah yeah..I'm sorry about that Banks, I didn't mean to step on your toes."

He waves a hand.
"Nah, better you catch me now than an actual criminal down the road."

You agree and offer your bottle to clink, he accepts.

"What's the move then?"

"Well he has me running exercises, things I may have to do in the field. Last thing I did was snag a file from the records room, file on the Bertinelli family."

"Like Pino?"

He nods with a mouthful of beer.
"Mhmm. The very same, he said the file is pretty much dead so he had it placed securely for me to retrieve. Managed to talk my way in but he said my final test is gonna be after the event."

"What's it looking to be?"

"He wants me to lead a target to some bar near the sea wall. She's one of the Bertinelli's but she's a civilian. She's scheduled to be at Hotel Gotham this friday."

"And she knows about this?"

"Gorchakov said she's in on it, but she was told not to make it easy on me. Said once she gets there he will pop in, take a seat with her and review my performance."

This whole thing seems, wrong. You don't know how Undercover operates exactly but is it really like this?

>"Something about this feels really off, Banks. Are you sure Gorchakov is being straight with you?"
>"What's your problem then? You don't think you'll be able to smooth talk her?"
>"A Civilian Bertinelli? Never heard of her, tell me about her."
>"Maybe I could come with you, offer some real time pointers or something?"
>Write-In

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>>Write-In
"Wow. Undercover really seems to like apting some shady shit. But we're also running security at the event right? Can they allow you to be away? Was hearing kimble and hawkthorn saying we're shorthanded as is already."

We cannot. CANNOT give any hint that we think somthing might be wrong. More, we should express that the exercise is weird af.

>>5792474
Support. But also:
>Tip off our super contacts and let them know what's going on, and that Banks is just a dupe
Qanon and the Crucifix Crusader can take it from there, as long as they don't hurt poor, dumb Banks.

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>>5792476
Yea, thats absolutely the next part. Hell, they're actually targeting Huntress. We just don't know it yet, IC.

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>>5792474
+1 on this combo right here.
Poor Banks.

>>5792472
I just can't take the name "Pino" seriously in any context due it being the name for Big Bird here
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You whistle low. "Wow. Undercover really does get up to some shady shit doesn't it?"

Banks raises an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"

"Nothing it's just. We have the event friday night and we both know that's gonna take a long time to wrap up so when are you running this? two, three in the morning? Or is Gorchakov giving you the green light to leave early?"

Banks purses his lips.
"I didn't really ask him about any of that."

"Maybe you should I mean, Hawthorne said already we're gonna be short-staffed that night because of Dent's budget."

"He did didn't he? Yeah I'm not sure, maybe this is part of the test you know? Like prioritizing."

You let out a small huff of air.
"Maybe. Just glad I'm not the guy trying to figure it out, if it were me I'd at least ask to do it on the weekend."

"The weekend?"

"Well yeah, Banks. Your target is coming into Hotel Gotham on friday, you think she's just staying for a single night? No way, she probably has a weekend planned."

Banks nods as you speak, he's on your train of thought now.

"Yeah that's true, it also shows that I'm like. A strategist almost, you know? When are you most on guard? Right when you get some place, I give her the night and day to get comfortable. She starts thinking 'Is this guy even showing up?' then BAM!" He yells, sloshing some beer from his bottle. He gives the bartender a sheepish hand wave and returns to you, voice lowered.
"Bam. I catch her out at a restaurant or dancing or something." He leans back smiling to himself.

"Looks like you've got it all planned out, Banks." You tell him with a smile. You look to the bartender and throw up two fingers.

"I'm gonna take a leak while he gets us another round, why don't you tip him so he gets over the whole 'BAM' thing?" You say, chuckling as you stand up.

Banks gives you a thumbs up as he rushes to finish his last bottle.

In the bathroom of the bar you check the stalls, all empty. Pulling out your phone you go a few back in history and hit redial. He answers on the first ring.

"Officer." He states flatly.

"Question." You return in kind.
"I have some information you may be interested in hearing..."

(I need to stop voting on other quests when letting voting periods pass, I keep forgetting my tag)

You explain the situation to Question, you skip some details, in case someone comes in.

"So he's being played you think?" He asks you

"Maybe. I mean I don't know much about GCPD's undercover outfit but this is some spy movie stuff they have him doing."

"I agree, this seems more advanced than a organization like the Gotham Police could manage. No offense."

"Dude."

"You said he was being tasked to lure a woman somewhere, do you have any idea who?"

"A Bertinelli. Said it was a woman, apparently civilian."

The other end of the phone is silent.

"Question?" You ask in a hushed tone, checking over your shoulders out of habit.

"Apologies, Officer. Just making a note." He says, your neck tingles and the hair raises. You feel your heart beat heavy and slow. Anxiety.

>"Question, what aren't you telling me?"
>Try to Scry on Question
>"Look if you know her, it's none of my business. Just tell me what they may want with her."
>"I gotta get back to Banks before I'm gone too long. Call me back when you come up with a plane."
>Write-In

>>5792537
>"Look if you know her, it's none of my business. Just tell me what they may want with her."

>>5792537
>>"I gotta get back to Banks before I'm gone too long. Call me back when you come up with a plan. I trust you to keep anyone uninvolved safe."

Frankly doing this in the bathroom is a exercise in insanity. We should have cleared out to our pad first. Dont talk too much further, chat later in a secured location.

>>5792537
>"I gotta get back to Banks before I'm gone too long. Call me back when you come up with a plane."
plane

>>5792537
>>"I gotta get back to Banks before I'm gone too long. Call me back when you come up with a plane."
free plane i guess

>>5792548
Holy shit that's really funny to me.

"Call me back when you come up with a plane."
Early Bane Intro

>>5792555
Knowing Question, he absolutely could and would steal a plane and ask us why we needed it.

>>5792537
>"Look if you know her, it's none of my business. Just tell me what they may want with her."

"You know Question you sound a lot like that Reanimator actor Jeffrey Combs."

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>>5792555
>>5792548
>>5792543

"I gotta get back to Banks before I'm gone too long. Call me back when you come up with a plane."

"A plane? It'll take some doing but I can arrange it."

"No, not a plane. A plan. I've been drinking, man."

"Ah I see."

"Look, I trust you to keep anyone uninvolved safe. Just get back to me when you have an idea how to do that."

"Will do, Officer. I appreciate the trust."

"Sure thing, Q."

You hang up and walk to the mirror, splashing some cold water on your face, your reflection stares back at you. For once the city is silent, alcohol always did keep the voices at bay.

You return to the bar and get your last bottle, it doesn't take long for you to polish it off and try to get home. Banks thanks you for the night out, he seems a lot better off than before your talk. You hand the bartender your keys and ask him to keep em in the box out front, you'll grab em in the morning. He obliges and gets you set up with a cab home.

You make it inside near midnight and fall asleep almost as soon as you hit the sheets, the alcohol gently lowering you to bed. Until the voice of the city comes back.

You stand outside staring at your own apartment, dim and grey in the light of Gotham's streetlamps. Your lungs pull and release cold air, the smell of the rotten alley next door curls your nose hairs.

"Why the fuck do we gotta go up this way?" You find yourself asking as you approach a rusty ladder.

"You got his front fuckin door key?" A harsher voice replies to you, belonging only to a faceless shifting void.

"Nah but what if he's home?"

"Do you see his car on the street? Look he's doing all this nosing around, he's talking to Banks. They're both still at the bar, so quit your fuckin yapping and start climbing."

You extend your hand, covered in a leather glove and grasp the rung of the ladder, pulling yourself up you feel a foot slip and collide with the post.

"Shit!" You call oout as a metallic clanking and banging echo into the alleyway.

The same sound wakes you up in bed, in a cold sweat.

>Get out your phone and call Question and Huntress.
>Double check your windows, make sure to lock them all and make your presence known in the apartment.
>Use the element of surprise, lay low in your living room and ambush the two goons with your off-duty.
>Leave your apartment all together, stay close in the hall. Maybe you can see what they're looking for.
>Write-In

Could we just call the police?

>>5792585
Absolutely if you want to as a Write-In.
I probably should have added it as a base choice, thanks Anon

>>5792582
>Dial 911

>>5792582
>Leave your apartment all together, stay close in the hall. Maybe you can see what they're looking for.
>Get out your phone and call Question and Huntress.
Maybe we can get one of them to trail these guys.

>>5792582
>Write-In
Cal 911 say theres someone trying to break into our house.

Grab service gun and wait behind the kitchen counter.

CASTLE DOCTRINE.

>>5792612
Actually no. Wait.

Scratch the plan. If they know banks and think we’re nosing around, these should actually br cops. Calling 911 might spook them off.

Lie in wait behind counter with pistol until our apartment is broken into. Then dial 911 and confront.

>>5792616
Could always claim meta powers gave the warning

>>5792618
Somethings should be handled normally without powers. We can easily say that we were getting a drink and heard a noise which alerted us. Also dialing and confronting puts a phone call recording in system if we dont hang up. Making there an official record of anything they say.

>>5792582
>Call the cops, get our gun out

>>5792616
I doubt they're cops. Probably goons.

>>5792625
Unfortunately, evidence tends towards it being cops.

We’ve chatted with banks almost entirely in the preceint locker room. Style of speech indicates familarity with both banks and us and that they knew of our plans for the evening. Furthermore our interactions with organised crime in gotham is only the anarchy group and that ended peacefully. We are a rookie beat cop, theres no reason for anyone other than those on the force to be keeping an eye on us.

>>5792627
Maybe, but why would cops be breaking into a rookie's apartment? Too many questions if they get caught. Goons can just say they were going to teach us a lesson for Pino. Cops and there's going to be a lot of alarm bells ringing.

>>5792588
>>5792612
>>5792625


You slide from your bed quietly, grabbing your cell from it's charger and your off-duty revolver from your nightstand. Staying low to the ground you slide your feet across the hardwood floors to avoid making noise with your footfalls.

You slide into the kitchen and nestle down low to your counter, the same place you ducked from Question, you figure if this is gonna happen then it would be good to have a record of it. You tap your phone open and punch in 9-1-1 as you set it on your knee.

The dim shadows of the alley occasionally give you a glimpse of the man climbing your fire escape, his form large, the shadow of a fedora on his head very clear from moments he stopped to catch his breath.

You wait a few more seconds after the shadow begins to move again and hit CALL.

"Gotham City Dispatch, what is the address of your emergency?"

The dispatcher speaks in a calm collected tone, and you match it.

"This is Officer Mark DeLucia, Badge Number 3301939, I'm on the 5th floor of The Apartments in Old Gotham, Apartment C. Someone is attempting a 459 on my apartment."

"Understood Officer, are they armed?"

"Unknown, I'm waiting inside with my off duty weapon, trying to stay hidden."

"Okay, and do you have any other information for me Officer DeLucia?"

"Tell responding units Code 2, send an ambulance and that officer is in plain clothes on site. National City College Workout shirt and black basketball shorts."

"Copy that, Officer. Sending out a dispatch call now. Stay on the line with me."

As she says this you see the looming shadow reach your window.

"I'll make sure I do." You reply, hitting mute and setting it down quietly on your counter.

As the window opens you slowly put one eye around the corner to keep sight. As starts to lean in you hear a buzzing. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cellphone of his own. He answers it in a very quiet whisper.

"Yeah, boss?"

A moment passes as the caller speaks. You watch the rotund man's eyes bug out as he looks around your apartment, in the darkness.

"Oh shit." He says stuffing the phone in his pocket. He begins to withdraw.

>"GCPD Don't fucking move!" Shout as you stand and raise your weapon.
>Let him go, hang up on the dispatch and see if you can't get Question or Huntress down here fast to trail them.
>Stand without a word and try to shadow him to the window, see if you can get a glimpse at the other man from your vision, or their car.
>Pop out and take a shot, don't risk him leaning back out for a weapon. (Roll)
>Write-In

>>5792655
>"GCPD Don't fucking move!" Shout as you stand and raise your weapon.
The click of a gun is a very persuasive argument

>>5792655
>Let him go, hang up on the dispatch and see if you can't get Question or Huntress down here fast to trail them.

>>5792655
>"GCPD Don't fucking move!" Shout as you stand and raise your weapon.
Well now we know for sure there's someone dirty on the force, and lots of other people are going to know it too. Should probably get question to look into who got informed about what once this is done, or look into it ourselves.

>>5792655
>"GCPD Don't fucking move!" Shout as you stand and raise your weapon.
>write-in
Fire a warning shot.
“HANDS OUT OF YOUR POCKET WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!”

Plausible deniability. Hand in pocket, could have been a gun. We panicked abit and accidentally loosed a shot.

If we just tell him to stop, hes going to bolt. A purposely missed shot means he’ll stay put.

(Yes im an asshole)

>>5792672
If anyone else wants to fire a warning shot please specify, otherwise if this option wins I'll just go with the aiming of the gun.

>>5792655

>"GCPD Don't fucking move!" Shout as you stand and raise your weapon.

Maybe we can flip this goon and find out whether he’s connected to Gorchakov

>>5792672
supporting this one. It would be good to catch and interrogate him ourselves before other cops come and catch and release these goons.

>>5792700
I dont think thats really going to be very possible. We’re only going to get clear evidence that a cop broke into our apartment for some fucked up reason.

Hes going to be burnt by his handlers already if we actually manage to detain him.

>>5792702
"his form large, the shadow of a fedora on his head very clear"

Doesn't seem to be a cop at all. While I do agree that this low level grunt won't single handedly solve the Pino-Mandragora-corrupt cop situation, it will be a good stepping stone to find dirt on Gorchakov and other cops that are working for the mob. Despite being fedora-wearing mobstas they are intimate enough with the situation to know about Banks, they probably know something more about which police are compromised.

>>5792655
>"GCPD Don't fucking move!" Shout as you stand and raise your weapon.
>Fire if he makes a move

Warning shots are for movies and Boogie2988. If he moves from that spot, drop him.

>>5792727
supporting

>>5792727
+1

The reason why you want the warning shot is if we actually shoot a cop.

>>5792796
Nah, that’s why we’re yelling and calling 911.

The only thing a warning shot would do is take our sights off the target and murk the neighbor’s dog.

>>5792655
>>"GCPD Don't fucking move!" Shout as you stand and raise your weapon.

>>5792655
>"GCPD Don't fucking move!" Shout as you stand and raise your weapon.

Only movies do warning shots. If we shoot our gun recklessly we'll just end up hitting our next door neighbor or something.

I mean there are two of them. We could dome one. As a treat.

>>5792633
>for Pino
For Mandragora, you mean?

>>5791075
>"GCPD Don't fucking move!" Shout as you stand and raise your weapon.
>Warning shot, try not to bot a neighbour

>>5792476 is me, btw. On mobile.

>>5793246
You know if you shoot they're gonna have the instinct to run, not stay, right? Even if you tell them not to move. For all they know, you missed and want them to stand still so you won't next time. It's just silly if you think about it.

But hey, comicsverse.

>>5792658
>>5792665
>>5792672
>>5792689
>>5792727
>>5792741
>>5792793
>>5792935
>>5793124
>>5793246

You stand, a dark shape in the shadows, you let your voice out harsh and commanding. Just like Hawthorne taught.

"GCPD. DON'T FUCKING MOVE." You call out, the only part of your body illuminated by pale night light being the dull metal of your revolver.

The man freezes, he lifts his hands and looks to you. Trying to make you out in the darkness, but you know he sees the revolver.

"Warning shots are for movies." You say pulling the hammer on your revolver, purely for show but the click makes him jump slightly. "If you move I will put you down. So just very slowly face the alley and extend your hands behind you through the window."

You see the man nod and slowly begin to turn, you see him look down, then back up to you, then down again. He gulps. You feel your heart thundering in parallel with his.

"Don't." You say.

He makes a sudden move trying to fling himself over the Fire Escape railing.

>Fire at him. (Requires Roll)
>"Suspect is leaping from the western fire escape, I'm in pursuit." Call out to Dispatch and chase him on foot.
>Let him, this is a 5 story drop, all he's going to do is break his legs or kill himself at this rate.
>Write-In

>>5793352
>Let him, this is a 5 story drop, all he's going to do is break his legs or kill himself at this rate.

>>5793352
>"Suspect is leaping from the western fire escape, I'm in pursuit." Call out to Dispatch and chase him on foot.

>>5793352
>"Suspect is leaping from the western fire escape, I'm in pursuit." Call out to Dispatch and chase him on foot.

>>5793352
>Let him, this is a 5 story drop, all he's going to do is break his legs or kill himself at this rate.
A goon breaking his legs isn't our problem.

>>5793352
>>"Suspect is leaping from the western fire escape, I'm in pursuit." Call out to Dispatch and chase him on foot.

>>5793352
>"Suspect is leaping from the western fire escape, I'm in pursuit." Call out to Dispatch and chase him on foot.
>Proceed to check out of the windows with caution in case there's a partner with him before getting into the chase
>And bring the phone with us

Even if he might broke his legs that doesn't mean there's other bastard waiting on a corner with a car or maybe ready to cover the first guy who's running. And because we don't have our radio it's best if we go with the phone and tell Dispatch where the guy is running and the possible escape car plate and model

Also, might as well make sure tomorrow we get some help with checking our car. It's obvious we were a target, and if the Mandragora are so butthurt they might as well try and plant a bomb on our car, after all we left it on a bar.

Oh! And also importantly it's that we make sure to make Question to quit his autistic hyper fixation on Hawthorne, we have a big lead on who is the mole with only this attack and with Shivers

>>5793414
>>5793361
>>5793367

"Fuck." You say to yourself before grabbing the phone from the counter and sprinting towards your window. "Suspect is leaping from the Western Fire Escape, I'm in pursuit!" You call into the phone as you hustle, watching the rotund man heave himself over the railing and hold. As you get to the window you both have a moment of shared eye contact. He stares at you, looks down, and lets go.

By the time you get out the window and set foot on metal step you hear the impact, crunching of bags and rattling bottles accompany the hollow tinny echo in the alley way. Looking down you see him in a dumpster, barely illuminated by any light you can just make out his backwards leg. Alive but badly injured.

"Suspect is immobilized in a dumpster, moving to apprehend."

As you get to the 3rd floor you hear him speaking.

"Boss, ah help me boss."

You realize, you saw two men in your vision. The other one you see standing at the edge of the alley way, knelt down. He stands back up, glass bottle in hand, rag dangling from it's open top.

The sound of the man's groaning and agonizing is punctuated by one single sound magnitudes quieter.

Click.

You see the lighter spark the bottle too life.

>Stand and Fire at the accomplice
>Take cover, open the window behind you and fall back
>Try to rush down the remaining steps as quickly as you can
>Throw yourself from the railing, this fall will hurt but it's better than burning
>Write-In

>>5793424
>Stand and Fire at the accomplice

>>5793424
>>Stand and Fire at the accomplice

>>5793424
>>Stand and Fire at the accomplice
best case we shoot the bottle worst case we shoot the guy and he drops the bottle

>>5793424
>Stand and Fire at the accomplice
I say we should win, surely our quick draw training could let us have a more steady aim and being faster at doing it.

>>5793424
>Stand and Fire at the accomplice

>>5793438
Yea, no aiming for the bottle, more likely we'll miss. Dark conditions and small target and we trained for quickdraw, not accuracy. Just aim for centre mass. Shoot the dood.

>>5793438
Nah, no way we shoot the bottle, we go for center mass. Unless we trained the disarming shots like Hawthorne did there's no way we pull that out, best case the guy staggers back and doesn't throw the bottle, or worse he end up covered in flames after he let go of it.

>>5793428
>>5793434
>>5793438
>>5793439
>>5793441

Due to your training this is going to be middle of 3 instead of worst of.

1d100, going with mid.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>5793462

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>5793462
BIG MONEY

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>5793462
Bam!

A wide net, anons. Little too wide sadly.

Roll: 32
DC: 55
FAIL

writing.

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>>5793465
>>5793467
>>5793468
Wtf

>>5793465

You level your revolver with him, you haven't shot at an angle like this before but you have to stop him before he lights you are this building up. As he pulls his arm back he makes himself harder to hit, you take a single step down to get a better shot on him and feel your foot drop. A small chunk of stair had rusted away, exactly where you put down your toe to step. The brief slip is all it takes for your shot to go wide and slam into the brick wall beside him, showering him in dust and debris.

"Motherfucker." You hear him hiss even from up here. You watch as he puts his arm down and simply underhand toss the bottle. Directly into the dumpster.

You watch in horror as the mostly empty interior lights up instantly. Filling the alley with bright fire light, you try the best you can to tune out the sounds of the would be home invader screaming and stare at the figure retreating back to the street. You don't get a good look besides his outfit, the all black trench coat and hat combo. A Gotham classic. The main thing you notice and file away is his skin, fire flickers across it and you see he's white. Not much but better than nothing.

You watch as he makes his way towards a car, Dark Grey Sedan, at this angle you can't see the plates. As he reaches the door he stops and takes one last look at you, the flickering fire light almost working alongside him keeping his face obscured by the shadow of his hat.

>Take one last shot at him for good measure.
>Rush down the steps and try to get that fire out.
>Try to find a good position to catch his plates as he leaves.
>"Who are you!?"
>There's nothing else you can do now, go back to your apartment and wait for back up.
>Write-In

(Also personal question for you guys cause I've been wondering. Do you mind I keep the DC to myself until the roll has happened or do you want to know upfront what the number to beat is?)

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>>5793494
>>Rush down the steps and try to get that fire out.

Post Action Mental Health Journal Report. I watched a man burn. They say cops smell like bacon, but in between the smells of smoke and burning garbage that goon smelled like bacon. I don't know if the smells will ever wash out. Had to go for the sausage breakfast sandwich instead.

>>5793494
>Rush down the steps and try to get that fire out.
Grab the fire extinguisher in our house first.
If we're fast enough, we might be able to save a life tonight. And even if we're not...we can at least make sure he can be ID'd.
Make sure dispatch knows what just went down, request an ambulance.

>>5793494
personally it doesn't matter to me how you do the DC

>>5793494
>>Take one last shot at him for good measure.
please hit

>>5793494
>>Rush down the steps and try to get that fire out.

Doesnt matter if we get burnt. Pull him out.

>>5793502
Might not be great, we're currently on the 3rd floor. We'll need to run to the 5th and back down. Right now the best way is only just down. Going back might take too long.

>>5793494
>Try to find a good position to catch his plates as he leaves.

>>5793494
>"Can't take the heat!?"
>Go for our extinguisher on our apartment
>Rush down the steps and try to get that fire out.
Maybe we bait him so he try to attack us again and gain time for the police, or we just make a new nemesis, a pyromaniac fuck

>>5793516
Going down a fire escape is actually pretty quick. If you're not a particularly round person. You can jump down over the stairs since they're so steep. Won't feel good after a few flights but hey, better than going over the side and erasing your knees/ankles.

If there are handrails on both sides of the stairs you can just slide really fast. But this is Gotham, so probably only one rail. If any.

>>5793500
>>5793502
>>5793508
>>5793539

Another vote since I see some debate.

>Go back to the apartment for a Fire Extinguisher
>Try to pull him and put him out asap

>>5793548
>>Try to pull him and put him out asap

>>5793548
>Go back to the apartment for a Fire Extinguisher
Ain't no way we're stopping an alcohol or gasoline fire without a dedicated extinguisher. We'd just risk ourselves doing it.
Only way to do it without an extinguisher would be to starve the flames. Could close the dumpster but it's not an airtight seal, could just fail. And obviously it'd give him a little bit of suffocation.

>>5793548
>>Go back to the apartment for a Fire Extinguisher

Shit, doing some reading, fire extinguisher is probably the best. We should go as fast as we can and call for ambulance support on the phone now.

>>5793548
>Go back to the apartment for a Fire Extinguisher

>>5793494
Don't mind not knowing the DC.

>>5793548
>Go back to the apartment for a Fire Extinguisher

>>5793548
>Go back to the apartment for a Fire Extinguisher

>>5793548
>Go back to the apartment for a Fire Extinguisher

>>5793548
>Try to pull him and put him out asap

>>5793564
>>5793555
>>5793554
>>5793553
(All my writing got erased fml)

You decide you'll need a fire extinguisher. You pull the phone up to your lips and spit at the Dispatcher who's been calling out ever since the gun shot.

"I have a middle aged, male, 10-45c, Put a rush on that bus and let officers know I am alone on site. Suspect fleeing westbound in a grey sedan, plates are unknown, black trench coat, black hat, Caucasian." You throw yourself into your window grabbing for the extinguisher in your kitchen, if you go fast he won't be in good shape but this guy could still be alive.

You hop back out the window and start hopping the steep metal steps, your knees start to protest by the 2nd floor but you're so close to the bottom you ignore any pain and push on.

The man in the dumpster stopped his screaming but you can still hear a sort of wet suctiony groan. You waste no time throwing the nozzle over the edge and flooding the dumpster with foam. The flames extinguish and darkness eats the alley once again.

You hear faint rattling breaths but still better than silence.
"Don't you die on me you piece of shit. I need to know who hired you." You say, almost to yourself. You lean your back against the stone of the alley and lay your head back. Breathing heavily as the adrenaline that flooded your system starts to fade away.

You sigh a shaky breath and wonder if you'll ever forget the smell of burning man and garbage. You wipe your face and look at your phone, the call to the dispatcher has it's time still ticking. Almost five minutes on the dot.

"Officer, a patrol will be arriving shortly. Can you make your way to the front of the building?"

"Yeah. I can do that." You answer wearily. You hang up the call and start dragging your dead legs to the front.

The rest of the night is a blur of recounting your story to the responding officer, you tell them...

>The whole truth, shivers woke you up and you moved to the living room to defend yourself.
>Half the truth, say the rattling woke you up. You went into the living room with your weapon.
>Lie, You were woken up by the goon talking on his phone. He said the name Gorchakov. Not true but it'll put him under a microscope.
>Write-In

>>5793639
>The whole truth, shivers woke you up and you moved to the living room to defend yourself.

>>5793639
>>Half the truth, say the rattling woke you up. You went into the living room with your weapon.

>>5793639
>Half the truth, say the rattling woke you up. You went into the living room with your weapon.

>>5793639
>Half the truth, say the rattling woke you up. You went into the living room with your weapon.
But phrase it as "I woke up and heard rattling" rather than that the rattling is what woke us up, since us waking up is true and hearing the rattling is true thus avoiding any actual lies.

>>5793639
>Half the truth, say the rattling woke you up. You went into the living room with your weapon.
Guessing dumpster goon is dead or spending a long, long time in the ICU.

>>5793656
Hes not long for the world. Question needs to know asap so he can loom menacingly over his bed and threaten to introduce a bubble into his blood.

>>5793639
>>The whole truth, shivers woke you up and you moved to the living room to defend yourself.

>>5793648
+1
People know we're meta but don't know to what extent our powers are. If they know we're somewhat knowing when someone might try to kill us then they're either get another target or get even more violent. Any information we give to the officers might be fed into the mole, the only person we might tell something it's Hawthorn

>>5793642
>>5793646
>>5793648
>>5793656
>>5793668

You tell the Officers a half truth. Just enough to keep some information safe from the mole, you figure anything in this report is making it's way back to them.

"I woke up to get a drink, after being out at the bar I wasn't feeling great. The rattling of the fire escape put me on alert, and the shadow coming up to my window had me nervous. So I called it in and retrieved my service weapon."

"Of course, Officer DeLucia. In your 911 call you stated they were trying to break into your apartment."

"That's correct."

"How could you have known that?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I mean, I see someone climbing a a fire escape in the middle of the night my first thought might be burglar or home invader too. But in a building this big? What made you think he was coming for you specifically?"

"I guess just a hunch? Being a cop has made me a little more conscious."

"Maybe it has." The Detective interviewing you says quietly. He extends a hand showing you a small business card. "Detective Irons, Brent Irons. You call me if you have anything else to tell me." He gives you a nod and pops a toothpick into his mouth.

Eventually, after failing to contact Question, you manage to slip off to sleep for one or two hours. Before long it's time for work. Coming in you see nothing but eyes on you, whispers, and some pitying faces.

Hawthorne walks from the locker room freshly dressed, holding a plastic bag by his hip. He approaches you and holds it up.

"Your off-duty. I got it cleared and ran through ballistics on the double, this is our last day on the street before the event comes up."

You take your weapon and get it situated in your waist quickly. "Thanks, Sir."

"Don't thank me, Rook. You're lucky I don't make you run training again missing a shot on that creep."

"How's his goon doing?"

"Critical Condition but alive, for now. We got a plate full of things to do Rook. Detectives want to see us too over that phone and sim collection you found. Your call though, after the night you had I don't mind letting you get back to normal before the event."

>"Let's see the detectives."
>"Let's just hit the streets like normal."
>"How about we take it easy today? Go visit the wannabee burglar."
>"More training doesn't sound bad actually."
>Write-In

>>5793692
>>"More training doesn't sound bad actually."

>>5793692
>>"Let's see the detectives."

>>5793692
>I’d like to swing by Arkham. Interview our two chief suspects on trouble making during the event, see if the shivers have anything to say. They’re more reliable when I can look someone in the eye. And if they’re on the level, then…maybe Dr Crane knows who else would be modifying his formula.

>>5793692
>"How about we take it easy today? Go visit the wannabee burglar."

>>5793692
>"More training doesn't sound bad actually."

Sorry guys, I'll try to update in a few hours but that may be all for today.

>>5793692
>"Let's see the detectives."

>>5793779
That's fine, your update pace is honestly impressive.

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>>"Let's see the detectives."

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>”Let's see the detectives."

I wanna know what the deal with all the phone stuff was

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>”Let's see the detectives."

I honestly have no clue what to expect from this.

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>"Let's see the detectives."

>>5793779
Don't sweat it. Keep up the good work!

>>5793779
Yeah no rush. Quality takes time.

>>5793692
>"Let's see the detectives."
I wish there was some way to just mentally train ourselves.

>>5793779
Don't worry, QM. You're one of the greatest.

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"Let's see the detectives, I need to know what the deal with that phone I found."

Hawthorne nods and taps you on the chest.
"Let's get a move on then before they head out for field work."

Walking through GCPD you head to the east wing, a place usually reserved for admin and higher ranking or specialized officers. This is where Narcotics, Gangland, Meta-Response, and The Detectives have their offices. Hawthorne leads you around asking for "Gray" eventually you're pointed to a corner desk.

The man sitting there has on a pair of reading glasses, he moves his finger down a list while his mouth silently reads the words. You feel acid burn at the bottom of your throat. Disgust. Hawthorne takes a breath and says in a booming voice.

"Is that Tommy Bennett? THE Tommy Bennett?"

You see the detective sigh with a smile as he takes off his glasses.
"I knew you were coming from a mile away Mitch, all this time on the street hasn't magically made you 50 pounds lighter." He smiles standing up and he exchanges an embrace with Hawthorne.

"Gray, you old bastard. You're lead on the SIM Card investigation huh?"

"That I am." He responds proudly offering a hand to you.

"Tommy Bennett, but you can call me Gray." He says

"Gray?"

"They used to call me Blondie." He says with a smirk. "Then I got old." He turns his attention to Hawthorne. "Not as old as this fossil though, what the hell are you doing on the streets again?"

"Doing what should have been done a while ago, Gray. I'm going after Bertinelli."

Gray sighs, the smile sliding off his face.
"You mean Mandragora."

"If that's who he's working for."

"You know that's exactly who he's working for Mitch, come on." Gray shakes his head and frowns. Hawthorne approaches him and leans in close, whispering into his ear. You can't pick it up but the expression on Gray softens. He pulls away and turns to you.

"Rookie." Gray says wiping his forehead.

"Yes, Sir?" You reply.

"You found this right? Phone cache, bunch of SIMs. Tell me what you make of it."

>"I think it's a dead drop sir, pick up a phone, pick up a clean sim."
>"I think this is dumping, burned phones and sims just being kept hidden."
>"Blackmail. I think these SIMs have dirt that will hurt a lot of criminals. Someone is keeping it just in case."
>"Could be loot? Stolen phone, stolen SIM cards, an info broker maybe?"
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