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</div>Detective Jake Blake, City PD, walked distractedly down the street at the end of his very long day towards his regular bar, in the unusually cold rain.  His captain was on his back again, blustering vague allegations of corruption but lacking proof of any wrongdoing thanks to Jake’s close association with the head of Internal Affairs. The captain’s scrutiny meant that he would have to be more careful for a while, and this could cut into his income.  And his left shoulder ached in the rain from an old wound, serving to further distract him - a reminder of an old crooked deal with the late Falbo brothers that went horribly sideways.<br/>Jake stopped outside the bar and stared in disbelief at the wet sandwich board sign on the sidewalk. “Free WiFi great Beer” below a sign that said “Black Dahlia”.  This was not his usual bar.  He looked around.  These were not his normal surroundings, either.  He was very confused, but he was also at least two drinks short of feeling human, so he went inside anyway.<br/><br/>Inside, it was a little posher than he was used to, but he hung up his wet raincoat and frowned at the sign and rack of weapons.  If this was a new sign in his regular place he would have just ignored it.  There was a *very* odd mix of weapons, he thought, like the kind that he would expect to see at a sci-fi convention or ren faire.  He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out his 9mm Sig P226 from its shoulder holster, dumped the magazine and put it back into his suit jacket, and reluctantly set his firearm on the rack.  Someone watching him closely would have noticed his badge, normally obscured by his suit jacket, hanging around his neck on a lanyard.<div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div>His slicked-back salt and pepper hair was wet from the rain, and a keen observer might notice that his hazel eyes were tired, looking like someone who’s seen so much, as they took in the bar and it’s few patrons and the talented-sounding man on the stage.  His 5’10” frame stood up straight and took everything in rather quickly with his keen detective’s eye, noticing an attractive-looking empty spot at the bar and some good food smells.  He noticed the big fellow that looked like the barkeep, and a little blonde woman that seemed to be helping.  She was very cute but much too young for him, he thought absently.  He also noticed an odd assortment of cosplayers but no obvious active trouble, at least nothing that actively set off his “cop-dar”, not even the sketchy sunglasses hoodie fellow leaning back on the bar.  Nor did anyone set off his primal “very curvy redhead” detector.  He was not here to cause or get involved in any trouble, even if it did seem to have a way of finding him.<br/><br/>/edited for formatting.  Still don’t have the picture link quite right but it does show you Jake