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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 24, 2014 19:20:20 GMT
"It's not that interesting, just breaking up the occasional drunken fistfight and making sure no one who hasn't paid gets in." He might need to move soon. She was asking a hell of a lot of questions.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 24, 2014 19:24:36 GMT
Vague again. Good sign of liars. "It's amazing they let you work with the unfortunate glitch in the system. But well I'm sure you have some form of I.D. Can I see, Alex? I'm sure if I saw a driver's license it would help clear up the confusion."
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 24, 2014 19:29:18 GMT
"Sure, let me see..." Guillermo stuck a hand in his pocket, using the motion to slide the knife right above his hand, before feigning a concerned expression on his face. "I seem to have... misplaced my wallet..." He began patting his pockets frantically, trying to find an illusory wallet.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 24, 2014 19:33:42 GMT
She tensed as he started digging in his pocket. She didn't grab her gun quite yet. It was still possible he was going to comply. But it was far more likely he was reaching for a weapon. The likelihood increased every second he refrained from giving her viable I.D.
"Relax," she said soothingly. "I'm in no hurry. Take your time." She'd wait. There would be no I.D. verifying him as Alex Swan. She'd had very good grounds for taking him in for questioning.
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 24, 2014 19:35:55 GMT
Guillermo also took the opportunity to palm a throwing knife. "I apologize. I think I've lost my wallet."
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 24, 2014 19:40:14 GMT
Right. Lost wallet. Like no one had ever tried that before. That was true maybe one time out of a hundred. "That's terrible. Where do you think you left it? I'd be happy to accompany you to your car or somewhere else. This glitch situation is very troubling and I'd love to clear it up."
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 24, 2014 19:42:29 GMT
Guillermo feigned thinking a moment. "I can't quite think of where I might have left it. Besides, I don't want to trouble you with my lost items."
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 24, 2014 19:45:48 GMT
He was so full of shit. "Why don't you come with me back to the station? You can help us sort out this glitch situation and we can file a report for your lost wallet. Really it's not trouble."
He knew what she was but she hadn't officially told him or proven it. She slowly reached a hand into her other pocket so he knew she wasn't make a move for a weapon. "SCPD," she said, holding up her badge. "I can help."
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 24, 2014 19:56:06 GMT
"Okay, now we're going too far." Guillermo threw his arm out, sending the throwing knife zinging past Marigold's left ear. He used the distraction to run up some crates, vanishing to the upper floor.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 24, 2014 20:00:33 GMT
She reflexively darted to the right when he threw the knife. Yup weapons. Yup, suspicious as all hell. Things had gotten violent on his watch. She was perfectly within her rights to take him in for questioning.
He ran up the crates and she sprinted after him. Speed was her thing.
On the second floor, gun drawn, she called out to him. "Mr. Swan, I need to take you in for questioning. Come quietly and no harm will come to you," she promised, trying to figure out where exactly he was. There were plenty of places to hide up here. But it didn't sound like he'd actually left the building. "There's no point in running. This area is surrounded." Lies.
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 24, 2014 20:02:31 GMT
"You see, that's the thing. I've never trusted cops. Ever since I was a child in Brazil." Another throwing knife flew from the shadows behind her and to her left, aiming to knock the gun from her hand.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 24, 2014 20:08:56 GMT
She turned towards the sound of his voice in time to see another knife. She didn't have enough time to completely doge. The knife grazed her arm but she managed to keep her grip on gun. "So you actually lived in Brazil?" she questioned aiming the gun at him. She just needed to stall for time. Police weren't here yet but she'd radioed for backup while she was running up the crates. It would take some time but eventually they'd get here. And the important thing was that if anything should happen to her, they'd at least know her last location.
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 24, 2014 20:12:18 GMT
"I did." No point in trying to hide it now. He reverted to his old Brazilian accent, pulling out a Bowie knife. "In the shadow of Christ the Redeemer." He threw another knife for her foot, using the distraction to bullrush her and kick the gun from her hands.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 24, 2014 20:17:04 GMT
She jumped back and managed to avoid the knife but he used the distraction to tackle her and knock away her gun. Son of a bitch! This was always her problem! She was too hesitant to resort to violence. She wouldn't harm anyone if she thought it was avoidable. But she shouldn't play those games. Physically she was weaker. She should have shot him in a non-lethal spot. Doctors could have patched him up fine.
She kicked him, hoping his grip on her wasn't firm and that she could pull away.
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 24, 2014 20:45:51 GMT
He winced, losing his grip for a moment, but moved the knife to her throat as quick as he could. Hopefully a knife to her neck would serve an adequate substitute for a physical hold.
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