<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg417742#msg417742">Quote from: Cherri Tart on 30-08-2007, 18:30:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>She starts, looking up as the door is pushed open and a familar face steps through.  Her eyes go immediately to the mug in his hand, thinking that she could use some... with about 3 shots of something stronger in it.  She lets that thought go.  This is no time to fall apart.  Standing, she gives him the semblence of a smile and shrugs.  If she tells him about the call, she'll have to tell him that she's just given out classified information... she's not sure what she should do.  It wasn't supposed to be like this.  One week on the job and she's been assualted, raped, her partner's in the hospital, and the perp who did it is calling her and somehow making her tell him things, things that could cost her her job...  <br/><br/>"Just some stuff going on at home."  she lies, unable to meet his eyes as the words slip from her lips.  "Nothing important, Sir."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Ah," was all he said. Did he believe her? Had he seen through her lie? Angela found the man impossible to read, wich was quite unsettling.<br/>He pulled out a chair and sat down. He looked through some papers he had brought in the folder.<br/>"So, they tell me sergant Raia will make a full recovery, he justs needs a couple of weeks of. Well, that's good news isn't it?" He looked up from his papers, finally.<br/>"Now, I want you to describe to me, with your own words, just exactly it was that happened tonight."