--Echo--
Echo's quick scan of the area above ground revealed that, luckily, there was nobody surrounding this manhole. They had run far enough to be outside the Peacekeeper's perimeter. However, just as her scan completed, the officer behind them reached the bottom of his ladder and jumped down onto the floor of the sewer tunnel. He was now much farther away from them, but as he turned around it became clear that he had noticed their movement.
"Halt! Whoever that is, show yourself!" he called down the sewer, his booming voice reverberating around them as he pointed his rifle down the tunnel, the red dot of its sight landing squarely on Victor's chest. It appeared he had not yet noticed Echo, concealed in the rafters above. "What are you doing down here, citizen?" the cold voice demanded.
--Ray--
"Very good, officer," Grimwauld replied. He noticed the other officer's nervous glances, and the edge of his mouth quirked up in a slight smile. He'd heard the complaints that 1212 had filed in the past, his alternative solutions for making the room more secure. "Ah, I see your opinions on my little view here have not changed," he said with a wry chuckle. "I confess, I don't have any functional reason for keeping an old style plate glass window. I've never been too amenable to the suggestion of replacing it with a camera display, however. There's something about having an actual opening to the real world that gives the office a little more space..." he said, his voice trailing off wistfully, as if he were lost in some pleasant memory.
Then he shook his head, businesslike again. "In any case, I suppose that's a privilege I'm allowed to have, as a captain," he said as he gave a Ray a stern look. A gentle way of letting him know that he wouldn't appreciate anymore discussion on that matter. "And we have far more important things to talk about."
The sable-furred captain drew up his seat behind the desk, folding his hands on top of its smooth, polished surface. "I understand you neutralized a citizen who was outside past curfew hours tonight. A high priority person of interest, one James Davenport?" he inquired.
--Ellen--
Dalia jauntily stepped into the apartment, the warm smile back on her face. "Oh, you always were too nice to me, Ellen! I promise I won't come so late in the future."
In response to Ellen's question, her face scrunched up in thought as the vixen seemingly wracked her brain for information. "Oh, well....I think it must have been at least 5 years now since we met up in person, hasn't it? That visit to Crucenberg must have been the last time. Far too long, anyway!" she declared, reaching her hands out to grasp one of Ellen's. "I do apologize for not making more visits out with you! It's just been hard getting time off to leave the city in recent years. But that won't be a problem anymore!"
With that, her warm smile broadened even further, and she moved further into the apartment to take a seat in the living room.
--Victor--
Above Victor, his mysterious feline guide had somehow pulled herself up to a manhole that accessed street level without using its service ladder. It seemed physically impossible, but somehow her arms had just...stretched? She'd been able to overcome the great height in a matter of seconds, anyhow, and now fiddled with her wrist-mounted device again, seemingly performing some kind of reading on the area above the manhole.
As Victor watched her, the sound of heavy boots impacting cement echoed down the tunnel from behind him. The Peacekeeper following them had finally finished his descent and turned down the tunnel, the light on his helmet piercing the sewer's misted darkness. "Halt! Whoever that is, show yourself!" the officer's voice commanded, as he drew his rifle and aimed it squarely at Victor. "What are you doing down here, citizen?"
It seemed this little escapade had led Victor right back to where he'd been in the clothing store: staring down the barrel of a deadly firearm with scant chance of defending himself.
--Lanaret--
The pup regarded Lanaret with a suspicious gleam in his eyes. He seemed to think some kind of trick was being played on him. "You mean you...don't want to call the officers?" he asked, almost incredulous at the idea that the stoat wasn't going to report him.
He stayed where he was, backed against the wall just under the room's sole, broken window. The pale moonlight from outside illuminated his matted, fragmented fur, revealing just how mangy he was. It seemed like the little dog had been on his own for a while, living on the streets perhaps. "Do you live in this house? I came here cuz I thought it was abandoned," he asked tentatively. "I'll get lost if you want..."
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