Meya waited on his answer and yes it did anger him that some other agents were going after him. He wouldn't be caught by them and the fat man knew it. Yet he hated her enough that he was willing to risk the lives of women due to personal issues with her. She planned to show him that she knew how to bring in a rapist serial killer and could do it even without him allowing it. She knew for a fact she would be able to solve this case before more victims appeared. She knew the fat man knew it but personal hatred came before what was best for all. So she had planted bugs in the agents car that he assigned this case to. They wouldn't find them as she got them from a spy friend of hers. Oh she had many, many connections that the fat man and other agents could only dream of having. She would never reveal them to anyone in that agency. She was pushing her beliefs by involving Duko but he was on a different pedastool of reliability than the others. He respected her which put him above the rest.<br/><br/>She looked at Duko. "Yeah. I know a lot about the history of all the buildings in this city. A friend of mine was into investigating and exploring buildings. He would always teach me about them. It would give me a heads up and an easier way to get in and out of places. Anyways...that was a long time ago." She says. Changing the subject. "The presinct wasn't always a place of the popo. It used to be a long time ago owned by a plantation owner by the name of Harvey D. Monroe. A cruel man who thought of the slaves he dealt with as nothing more than garbage and a way to more wealth." She said as she told him a bit more about the building they were in. "Of course the slaves were forced to pretend they were merely in a school for the poor and not trapped in a slave house."<br/><br/>Again she was waiting for his response. Trying to be patient yet the tip of her tail twitched as a sign she was very impatient to get moving. They needed to be only one step behind this rapist serial killer at worst. They were behind this killer but she could catch up to him. He hadn't yet answered and she continued to wait. When she finally got an answer from him she nodded her head. "Alright then." She says. Letting him move again and stood back. "Yeah...thieves and drug dealers are held on a higher pier of importance and skill than rapists. They are also considered more "honorable" in the eyes of the mafia." She started walking towards the worst part of town. Stopping and pulls his badge off. Putting it in his pocket. "In my neighborhood wearing that in plan sight is just asking to get your ass kicked. Until we get you new threads and even after keep it in your pocket." She said. That wasn't a question. More a statement to help keep him in good condition.<br/><br/>He suddenly spoke again and she stopped. Turning to look at him. "Don't talk street. It makes you sound stupid. You don't want to appear stupid to the contacts. Besides which they might take offense and kick your ass for it. Nobody likes a wannabe." She says before she resumed walking. "No. We don't need to stop anywhere but my pad. My pad has everything you will need. Besides...I want to get into some different threads myself."  She says. "This makeshift uniform annoys me." She looked at him. "You won't ruin anything. Just take my gracious offer." She says firmly.<br/><br/>Walking down into the slums but turns left into an even worse place to live than the slums. Places had bars everywhere. She walked to a house next to a falling apart church. She unlocks the door and enters it. She blinked and stared at him for a second. A smirk and a slight chuckle is the reward he got for his stupid actions. "You are such a nerd." She says. Shaking her head but had meant it in a teasing way. Turning the lights on. The place was neat and tidy. She walked over to a dresser and pulled out a pair of pants. They had chains on the hips and more from the pockets to lay on the legs. Looking at him she rummaged through and pulled out a pair in his size. They were jet black and had holes in the knees. She tossed them to him.<br/><br/>Next she went to a shirt drawer. Rummaging around then shook her head. "No." She shut the drawer and pulled out the next one. Kneeling down a bit and rummages around and finally pulls out a black one. Getting the rest of the outfit together and tosses it at him. (see first image for what it closely looks like) She looked at him. "The bathroom is over there. Put all of what I tossed at you on. Its gothic punk but it'll do. Its all in your size so no complaining. It'll pass inspection and you'll still be able to carry your weapons. I am going to change also." She says. Going into the bedroom and shuts the door. Pulling out an outfit and changes into it. 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