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[hello, Astral Plane. have a Gene Hunt. a very unhappy Gene Hunt. and he's every right to be, really! one of the scumbag child molesters he put away about six years ago is out on parole and there's whispers on the streets, but nothing even he can justify sending people out for. it's put him in quite the mood.

he's also rather peeved he's got a Cheetah person following him around, but let's not get into that

so! anyone who's interested? the Guv is currently sitting at the bar, which has been miraculously restocked since exploding, nursing a pint of bitter. because it's what he does]

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[It takes a bit. She's half-finished with her drink before she speaks.] They let me go.

[looks at her] Yeah? Then what crawled up your jacksie?

[Examines her glass studiously for a moment before taking another drink.] Nothing.

[sneers] Don't even start with that again, Kirihara. I've had enough of 'nothing.'

[Rests the glass against her forehead.] I'd rather not talk about that torture chamber, all right?

Fair enough. [beat] You holding up decent?

As well as can be expected under the circumstances, I suppose. They're still monitoring me rather closely. And they won't let me anywhere near the case.

Sometimes, you need to take a step back. Can't say I wouldn't do the same, luv. Just means you've gotta get your feet back, don't it?

[Pauses, then takes another sip.] Can't say I wouldn't do the same, either. But it's about the only thing keeping my brain from going everywhere I once. I need a fixed point, something simple--solve the puzzles, catch the bad guys. They won't even let me do that.

...well. They don't even want me to do that.

Considering what happened the last time you tried, what makes you think they'd want you doing it again?

[Silent for a moment. Then she pulls the hair tie off of the map and unrolls it across the bar.] I marked down all of the kidnap locations that we know of and the drop spots, including the one where Machester and Tokyo overlapped. These are the two known bases. [She taps two red marks.] An abandoned warehouse and a disused subway station, respectively.

Assuming that they, like most criminals, leave a buffer zone around the area of their crimes and previous locations--it's logical, and therefore a greater likelihood in this case--and using the known locations and the nearest drop and kidnap sites as the basic interval, if we take into account the distance between the two bases, we can guess at the locations of their other hideouts based on the other drop and kidnap sites.

The purple marks are abandoned facilities of various kinds in those areas that could be easily fortified.

[She sits back, so he can look at the map more easily. There's only ten purple dots, scattered across the entire city.]

Because I'm damn good, that's why.

[looks over the map, whisky in one hand, cig hanging out his mouth, then snorts and shakes his head] That's more like it, Kirihara. Sounding like yourself again. You think you're gonna be able to nick the bastards, though?

[Sits with her chin in her hand, glaring at the wall of the bar.] If the team they formed to handle it will even listen to me.

[She sighs and shakes her head.] But what about you? Did something happen?

Speak loud enough they will.

[shakes his head] Not yet. That's what bothers me.

[Her turn to wait until he says something. She pours herself another glass.]

[he's enjoying his whisky, woman, don't make him talk!]

[She will wait until all the ~~rum~~ whisky is gone if she has to. :| ]

[curses, foiled again] Bloke got out who shoulda been serving life, if you ask me. Got some whispers in the streets, but nothing more.

[Sip.] Whispers?

Yeah. Kids going missing for a bit, showing up in other parts of the city, talking 'bout bein' touched. Sometimes they got marks on 'em, too. But it's all pretty hush-hush right now and we can't pinpoint anything.

[Her grip on the glass tightens.] Kids. Why kids? Why always kids?

'cause they're easy to hurt, luv. And 'cause there's too many scum out there that know that.

I know. [She rubs her forehead.] It's just... [And now she's tapping her fingers against her lips, trying to think of how to say it.]

In PANDORA. There were kids. Child Contractors.

Yeah? What were they doing there, then?

...they use them for research.