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It's barely been a month since that trial. After finally seeing through David's will and 'officially hiring' Spearmint, most of the cases I work have been rather boring. Plus,
I haven't had the time to go outsome dickhead made a mistake looking at me like that; besides, who doesn't like hearing the taught pluck of snapping vertebrae or else I might wake Sera up. I need to pick up more cigarettes soon. This paperwork is driving me up the wall, and I'm sure as shit not going out until I'm done.
"Are you fucking for real?" Well, looks light tonight's not so boring after all.
"Detective Reyes! It's good to see you again," I greet Little Miss Sunshine with as much enthusiasm as my nicotine-starved self can muster. Reyes gives me a glare from her uncovered eye.
"Why the hell are you here?"
"I just finished up with a client earlier in this precinct, figured I need some peace and quiet to complete the final pieces of paperwork before I go back home."
"Couldn't you just work elsewhere?" She's clearly annoyed,
but I've got plenty of time to kill and it's fun seeing this little shit seethe, might as well have some fun.
"I did say I want peace and quiet. Homicide's
just the perfect spot for once the State is on my side, more budget cuts mean more fun late night outings."
Reyes scoffs. "Fine. I'm gonna go out and get some snacks. I need some fresh air, all I've been smelling this entire day is bullshit and now there's even more in this room." She glares at my lit cigarette in hand.
"Okay! Have fun, Detective Reyes." I watch her leave the room, not before she shoots me a
little scowl fucking child. Well, I guess given her height it shouldn't be that surprising.
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It's been 15 minutes. The nearest convenience store is a couple of steps away, how long does it take to get snacks? I look at my phone. No messages from anyone. Even Fran's been quiet for the past couple of weeks, and they're a serial 3am texter. Probably exam season. They did say they had to pass one class for their probation milestone. But knowing them, that probably means fudging their results on the school computers.
Reyes can handle herself State-issued compact railgun holstered on her right. Easy grasp for a quick mist. But just in case, I think it might be a good time to check up on Detective Sunshine. I dial her number.
"How the hell do you know my number I changed it since last time."
"Detective, you know I have access to court records, and your details are on some of my clients' documents--"
"--God, can you please delete this number. I'm busy buying snacks. Stupid fucking machine why won't you turn--"
"--you're taking quite a while to grab some snacks. Also, you haven't even added me as a contact?" Unbelievable.
"ARE YOU FOR-- okay, look. I'm almost done buying my snacks. Just, this damn thing isn't working."
"Do you need help? I can come over and kick the vending machine for you in case your leg length's giving you a bit of trouble."
"No I don't need your fucking help. I'm fine. Also it's not a vending machine."
"But I thought you said you were getting snacks--"
"STOP TALKING."
"...."
"...I'll get back soon, Counselor Morgan."
...And she hangs up.
--
"Here." A packet of cigarettes lands on top of my documents. Even got the correct brand. Guess Chuckles isn't that terrible maintaining basic
bed side manners. Wait, is that why she was taking so long?
"I didn't expect a gift, Detective. Thank you!"
"Don't get it twisted. Figured you needed a refill so I got 'em while getting food." Reyes opens a bag of corn chips and sets it on the desk after popping a single plain chip into her mouth. "You gonna be here for long?"
"No. I've finished all the paperwork for tonight. I'm gonna turn these over, head home and make some breakfast."
She stops munching on her food, giving me a weird look. "Didn't think you're the type to cook."
"Well, I usually don't; too lazy and tired after work. But Serra insists on having regular meals so I'm just following along."
"Huh, didn't think an android would be into eating food. Can she even eat food?"
I nod. "David gave her a taste of real human-grade food. Can't feed her robo-kibble, else she pouts." Reyes snorts, the briefest flash of a grin betraying her cool, detached demeanor. "Alright, I'm heading out. Say hello to Detective London for me."
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It's barely been a month since that trial. After finally seeing through David's will and 'officially hiring' Spearmint, most of the cases I work have been rather boring. Plus,
I haven't had the time to go out
some dickhead made a mistake looking at me like that; besides, who doesn't like hearing the taught pluck of snapping vertebrae"Are you fucking for real?" Well, looks light tonight's not so boring after all.
"Detective Reyes! It's good to see you again," I greet Little Miss Sunshine with as much enthusiasm as my nicotine-starved self can muster. Reyes gives me a glare from her uncovered eye.
"Why the hell are you here?"
"I just finished up with a client earlier in this precinct, figured I need some peace and quiet to complete the final pieces of paperwork before I go back home."
"Couldn't you just work elsewhere?" She's clearly annoyed,
but I've got plenty of time to kill
and it's fun seeing this little shit seethe, might as well have some fun"I did say I want peace and quiet. Homicide's
just the perfect spot
for once the State is on my side, more budget cuts mean more fun late night outingsReyes scoffs. "Fine. I'm gonna go out and get some snacks. I need some fresh air, all I've been smelling this entire day is bullshit and now there's even more in this room." She glares at my lit cigarette in hand.
"Okay! Have fun, Detective Reyes." I watch her leave the room, not before she shoots me a
little scowl
fucking child. Well, I guess given her height it shouldn't be that surprising--
It's been 15 minutes. The nearest convenience store is a couple of steps away, how long does it take to get snacks? I look at my phone. No messages from anyone. Even Fran's been quiet for the past couple of weeks, and they're a serial 3am texter. Probably exam season. They did say they had to pass one class for their probation milestone. But knowing them, that probably means fudging their results on the school computers.
Reyes can handle herself
State-issued compact railgun holstered on her right. Easy grasp for a quick mist"...."
"...Who's this?"
"Hello, Detective Reyes! It's Counselor Morgan. How's the snack hunt goin--"
"--Delete this number."
"What? Why?"
"How the hell do you know my number I changed it since last time."
"Detective, you know I have access to court records, and your details are on some of my clients' documents--"
"--God, can you please delete this number. I'm busy buying snacks. Stupid fucking machine why won't you turn--"
"--you're taking quite a while to grab some snacks. Also,
you haven't even added me as a contact?"
Unbelievable."ARE YOU FOR-- okay, look. I'm almost done buying my snacks. Just, this damn thing isn't working."
"Do you need help? I can come over and kick the vending machine for you in case your leg length's giving you a bit of trouble."
"No I don't need your fucking help. I'm fine. Also it's not a vending machine."
"But I thought you said you were getting snacks--"
"STOP TALKING."
"...."
"...I'll get back soon, Counselor Morgan."
...And she hangs up.
--
"Here." A packet of cigarettes lands on top of my documents. Even got the correct brand. Guess Chuckles isn't that terrible maintaining basic
bed side manners.
Wait, is that why she was taking so long?"I didn't expect a gift, Detective. Thank you!"
"Don't get it twisted. Figured you needed a refill so I got 'em while getting food." Reyes opens a bag of corn chips and sets it on the desk after popping a single plain chip into her mouth. "You gonna be here for long?"
"No. I've finished all the paperwork for tonight. I'm gonna turn these over, head home and make some breakfast."
She stops munching on her food, giving me a weird look. "Didn't think you're the type to cook."
"Well, I usually don't; too lazy and tired after work. But Serra insists on having regular meals so I'm just following along."
"Huh, didn't think an android would be into eating food. Can she even eat food?"
I nod. "David gave her a taste of real human-grade food. Can't feed her robo-kibble, else she pouts." Reyes snorts, the briefest flash of a grin betraying her cool, detached demeanor. "Alright, I'm heading out. Say hello to Detective London for me."