<span style="font-weight: bold">Naomi Thompson</span><br/><br/>Xarces and Clif were hard on my heels as I hit the bottom of the stairs running, and crashed through the doorway into the parking garage just as Steve stood on the brakes and the Rapid Response Vehicle screeched to a halt in front of us. Xarces slid bodily across the bonnet -<span style="font-style: italic">fine</span>, fine ass - and dove through the passenger side door as Clif and I piled into the back, and we were gone in a wail of tortured, evaporating rubber as Steve hit the gas. There were a few bumpy and confused moments as we bounced our way up the ramp and onto the street, siren screaming, and I somehow ended up with my face in Clif's lap, but he just smiled politely and helped me into my seatbelt.<br/><br/>"It's a hot one," I explained for the guys' benefit. "Sorority initiation party gone wrong. Girl-on-girlswallow who can't get her friend back up. Both licenced voreaphiles,<span style="font-style: italic">if</span>there's a swallowing agreement it won't be on paper - this is gonna be a messy one if we mess it up," I finished. On the other hand, it could be the kind of high-profile case where a neat clear in a difficult situation<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>pushed your career. "I<span style="font-style: italic">want</span>this one," I said eagerly.