<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg7535145#msg7535145">Quote from: KatKwik on 14-01-2013, 01:22:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Kat<br/>Back in the bar<br/>Collecting her stuff</strong><br/><br/>A place to crash, she was sure she could offer. Kat knew better than to offer her actual home, there was a safehouse she knew of that she would take her too. <br/><br/>Kat walked back into the bar, noting that everthing seemed as it was. She sauntered up to the counter and picked up her jacket, putting it back on, instantly feeling the calm steal over her. She grabbed her gun, slotting it in place, Kat felt more confident. She liked the feel of the weapon against her body, it was her security blanket. <br/>She still hadn't heard from her informant. She was expecting some information, but with the drama earlier, she didn't know what to expect. She rifled through her bag, looking for her phone, checking to see if she had any messages.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>That was about the moment the bartender held a phone for her.<br/>"I'd think this is for you. Sorry, didn't know your name, but Damien described you very well!"<br/>Damien was the name her informer had mentioned. Maybe just the one he'd been using.<br/>"Sweatheart?", she heard from the phone. "I need your help, I'm afraid, and I don't know who else to turn to. Could you come to the PD and bust me out of this cell? Paying the guarantee would be preferred, and I'd tell you what I know for free!"