<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg413019#msg413019">Quote from: Swedish Steel on 24-08-2007, 17:25:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Angela found herself sitting in one of the interogation rooms back at the station, warming her hands on a hot cup of coffee. She had delivered Raia to the hospital safely, and the doctors told her he was going to be fine, but he would probably be on sick leave for awhile.<br/>There had been lots of questions of course. What had happened? Who had done it? What the hell had happened to her? She hadn't really been in the mood to answer any of them, and they had given her some space. But here she was, waiting for someone to come and take her statement. How was she supposed to explain what had happened when she couldn't even make heads or tails of it herself? And her change in apperance...what the hell was happening?<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The last thing she wanted to do was to review the days events in her mind.  She shuddered at the memory of his face, the ease in which he had thrown Sargeant Raia across the room, had shrugged off even lethal force to cuff her and... she shut off that line of thinking, instead concentrating on drinking her coffee.  As far as the drastic change in her appearence... well, that was the least of her worries.<br/><br/>One thing was certain.  This guy needed to be stopped and she'd do anything, tell the investigators whatever they needed to know, no matter how painful, to see that it happened.