<strong>Name:</strong>Elias Scragg<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Arbite Trooper<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.msg7979231#msg7979231">Quote from: Lidian on 01-04-2013, 02:37:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>"I swear, I wasn't doing anything terrible... We were just having a little fun not hurting no one. I mean okay I guess the traffic pole might of taken offense to it, but it's a fethin traffic pole."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“Your lucky it wasn’t a cog-boy or they’d have done more than arrest you. I don’t think you’d be shaking your ass so well if they scooped out part of your brain. Not unless they’ve been building a bunch of strip clubs with some kinda Sex-servitor they put up on stage…” He’d pause, tilting his head to one side and looking off into the distance of the hallway suddenly picturing that mentally and being entirely unsure if that very mental image was attractive or horrifying. “<strong>DO</strong>they have those? Feth.”  He held his hand up to Regis as he moved on, nodding in that he’d ask Rihanna for a little assistance in the providence of her being at the precinct.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7984048#msg7984048">Quote from: Baalborn87 on 01-04-2013, 22:41:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/> "Bragg!...no that wasn't it. S, S C. Scragg! That's it." One of the other investigators on the other cases, the ganger obviously knew him by the way they conversed. He hadn't even heard of half the offences he mentioned. He leant against a doorway, at least as best as the rifle slung across his back allowed. "Friend of yours <em>Officer</em> Scragg?" he asked eyeing them both.<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Scragg squinted, the voice of drake entering his daydream at just the wrong moment. It was macabre in the envisioning of it really. Flashing neon lights and shiny metal parts interspersed with shapely flesh swaying to an electronic beat that adjusted the heart rate with its volume and pulled the limbs to thrust violently in the popular dances of the juve culture all from notes of Hiver metal. The detectives wild imagination which could paint pictures for him in his minds eye, much like back at Progen Fifteen, inserted a particularly large-chested woman in a skimpy teal top with both Drakes face and voice asking the question right in front of the distracted Arbite which was more than what he needed to snap himself out of his glassy eyed moment introspection.<br/><br/>Which was why Scragg nearly flipped his shit when he hauled a shoulder and leg back behind him and stood in the hall at an off kilter angle while staring at drake out the bottoms up his eyes, arms flailing like a man about to trip until he could write himself and point accusingly at the sniper.<br/><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/>