<div style="text-align: justify;">"You know it is. Maybe in different levels for you and me", the officer replied. She knew nobody at all was safe on Section Nine, but the levels and kinds of danger were different for each kind of people. For her kind, the danger laid in violent criminals. As trained and intelligent (most of) the officers were, they were still humans. For people like Azriel, it was a whole different kind of danger. The danger, for his kind, laid in rivalry. Or, in a more subtle way, loose lips.<br/><br/>Loose lips, for the officers, were a blessing, though. It made them not have to run around looking for clues about this or that person. A few drinks given to the right person, and they had some really juicy news. Who cared it was illegal? The job had to be done, after all.<br/><br/>All these thoughts flew off the officer's mind when Azriel stopped walking. Evidently, the young woman turned on her heels and started following the man. "Say what?", she asked, blinking a few times in surprise. "I really, really don't think so", the officer completed.<br/><br/>"I'm a little bit unsure if you have heard me, but I had informed you and the piece of tin that I will be taking care of the legal procedure. And trust me, I have no intention to do it in your house. So, how about you kindly cooperate with me?"<br/><br/>The officer showed her best smile. "I wouldn't want to have to make your life harder to get you to sit down for a chat with me".</div>