Murray took a seat on O'Hara's desk back at the police department, sipping from his fifth cup of coffee for the night. His liaison leaned back in her chair and yawned, rubbing tired eyes. All was silent in the sanctum of the local constabulary, as the night shift tended to be. The two had been up for twenty-four hours straight, running all over town to track their kill from earlier.<br/><br/>"Well, at least the paperwork's done," she mumbled.<br/><br/>"Sorry about the fire. Um. My guys and I will foot the bill for that. Sorry."<br/><br/>She waved it off. "No worries. We have a cover story all set up. And besides, it was still under construction. Things happen when you're in hot pursuit."<br/><br/>"Ha. Haaaa," Murray groaned as he began to leaf through a folder. "So have we got anything on the perp yet?"<br/><br/>O'Hara nodded and plucked an errant sheet from the folder. "We do, in fact. Employee of a subsidiary of Schayst--Schasta--Schyest--Argh, screw it. Shazam Industries or whatever it's called. The guy worked for the Russian."<br/><br/>Murray raised an eyebrow, putting on the thickest Eastern European accent he could muster. "Chyort. He is working for Vladimir Putin? I knew it. Putin was vampires the entire times!"<br/><br/>O'Hara let out a mixture of choking, coughing, and laughing. "Dammit, Abe, not while I'm drinking coffee! No, not him!"<br/><br/>"Not Putin? Ah! He must be dirty Stalinist! Stalin was notorious vampire lord, it is said, comrade!"<br/><br/>"Pfft. No, it's that Kotov guy we've been looking at for a while."<br/><br/>"Huh," Murray replied. "Do you thinks he is in on the vampires schtick?"<br/><br/>Murray's beleaguered colleague downed the last of her coffee. "Uh...the guy is<span style="font-style: italic">tanned</span>."<br/><br/>"Now that is just dirty stereotypes," Murray quipped, still in his fake Russian accent. "Either way, we must investigate."<br/><br/>"And how, exactly, do we start?"<br/><br/>"Several kilograms of C4 and thermite?"<br/><br/>"We're not blowing up the man's office. We don't even know if he's in on it."<br/><br/>Murray gave her a look. Accent off. "You're no fun. Alright, we'll check in on Shama-lama-ding-dong Incorporated tomorrow." He pushed off and made his way to the door, retrieving his coat from the rack nearby. "G'night."<br/><br/>O'Hara gave him a lopsided smirk as she packed up her things. "Night night, Captain Caffeine."