<strong>Name:</strong>Drake<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Assassin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>All<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>All<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg8009527#msg8009527">Quote from: LuciusLeche on 06-04-2013, 05:23:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>“Ah. Back from doing…snipery things, Drake was it? I just got in. No deaths on our side I hope? Who were you with again? Haxtus and Haxtes?.” Righting himself firmly onto both feet he’d adjust his shirt tie and take in a deep breath to collect himself, followed by an obsessive compulsive rub of his shirt cuffs despite the obvious lack of cufflinks. “Long as she keeps her nose clean I pass her a throne or two every now and again for some information. Perfect angel this one, aren’t you Rihanna? Church on Sundays, old ladies across the street and all that, right? I was wondering if you could maybe identify a couple ganger signs for me...sort of in a rush right now though… come on, keep quiet and I’ll let you watch for a bit Rihanna.”<br/><br/>Scragg ran his mouth…something he was good at. It had the benefit this time of filling in Drake and Rihanna on the status of his current case. To which he asked in return, “Anyone write up reports on the other cases yet? Figure we could all stand to be informed…” By the time Scragg had grabbed a cup of Recaff he’d wonder if Drake was even still following him, though the detective would eventually follow in the footsteps of his favorite techpriest and quietly enter the observation area of the Interrogation room.<br/><br/>“<em>Asshole</em>” He’d murmur quietly under his breath when he was certain Drake wouldn’t hear it, sipping from the 'Bionic Blitzers' Bloodbowl team mug from his desk. No real anger to it, just his personal impressions of the emphasis he’d put on ‘officer’ earlier.<br/><br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>"Not as much as I'd have liked. Not much of a fan of babysitting quill pushers." He replied with a shrug. "Some stuff about re-allocation of funds, and something about a place called....The Beast House?" He said as he followed Elias. "Found some sort of memory drive. Came back here to decode it."