<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I'm not going to hurt you," Val said immediately, projecting as much calm as he could.  "I'm going to reach into my pocket for my wallet, alright?  What did that last guy stiff you for, hmm?  How much?"  Val produced his wallet, reaching into it for a few credit chips.  "I don't expect you to talk to me without paying you -- and I'll make up for what he took today."  He tilted his head to one side.  "You don't look cheap -- say... a hundred credits?"  It was more than he'd likely have charged Alex, but Val was willing to spend it.<br/>
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He held out the credits in the palm of his hand, as nonthreateningly as he knew how.  "What he's doing to you is wrong," Val murmured.  "It would be wrong no matter who he is, and who you are -- but it's doubly wrong because he's supposed to protect and serve."  He paused, searching the prostitute's eyes.  "If you're willing to speak against him -- to make an accusation and get him arrested -- I'll protect you from him, and anyone who thinks they can come after you."  Anticipating the question 'why?' Val continued, "I respect my badge, and I won't stand by while my partner desecrates it."<br/>
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With a small smile, he tapped his forehead with the heel of his hand.  "Silly me, I didn't introduce myself.  Valentino Marconi.  Detective," he added.  "Most people call me Val.  And so I don't just call you 'omega'... what's your name, sweetheart?"</span></span>