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[Gene Hunt is standing on the Astral Plane, a slip of paper in hand. if you asked him what it said, he'd not tell you (with the possible exception of Sam Tyler), but suffice to say his latest argument with the missus did not end on a happy note and she's carted off her stuff to a friend's. possibly indefinitely, though Gene adamantly denies even thinking that. as it is, however, he's pretty shaken from it and feeling rather lost]

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[Sigh.] You're an awful liar.

[She drops off the Plane for a moment and returns with an unopened bottle of whiskey and two glasses.] Suntory Yamazaki... how old now? [Pause.] Twenty years. Single Malt Whiskey. My father gave it to me when I was made Section-Chief, but I've never had occasion to open it.

[She contemplates the bottle for a moment, tries not to think about why she feels like opening it now.] My kitchen table is around here somewhere. [Glances at him.] Care for a drink?

Yeah? And you're a nosy bird. Don't ask into my business, got it?

[considers her, arms crossed, then shrugs] Might as well.

[Amiably,] I'm a cop. It's my job to be nosy.

[It takes a little while to find the table, and the map she left there is still spread out over it, not updated since the last killings. She stares at it for a little while, then just sets the bottle and glasses down on top of it and helps herself to a seat, motioning to Gene.] If you would do the honors.

[She props her chin in her hand and looks at the stars again, searching for familiar constellations.]

Piss off.

[follows her to the table and takes a seat, popping the cork and pouring out a couple glasses of brown, pushing one across the table to her. then he motions to the map] When's this raid?

Soon as we can pull together the man power and pinpoint the location. [She doesn't look happy about this. She takes the glass and inspects the whiskey a moment before downing it in one go.]

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[snorts] Drink it slower, Kirihara. You waste it when you down it in one go. [takes a drink of his] How long will that take, you think?

[She pours herself another.] Not long enough. They're pulling in every rookie and new recruit who has a guess at what a Contractor can do, just so we have enough bodies to throw at them. They want to stop the gang, fine. They're doing it the wrong way.

Yeah? You got a better idea, then?

[She glares at him.] They're children. I couldn't handle a Contractor when I first came in. [Takes another drink and and glares at the map.] We have connections. We could pull in people from other departments, other organizations, but they don't want to take the time to do the paperwork.

[snorts] But you'll sit here and complain they're taking too long doing it the way you don't like. You can't have it both ways, luv.

They're going too fast, is what I'm saying. [She slams the glass down for emphasis and then drains it. And yes, pours herself another.] They're going to get careless. You can't just run in to something like this. Those kids are going to get slaughtered.

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And while you wait, another kid gets offed in the city because you haven't nicked these bastards yet.

[She's genuinely upset and showing it, which shows just how upset she is.] You don't understand. How could you? You didn't see what happened last time there was a fight between humans and Contractors of this scale. And it will be a fight, there's no doubt in my mind.

We had tanks last time. Trained soldiers. Dozens still died. And now they want me to lead a raid with a pack of children at my back? The latest victim was fourteen. Some of the recruits are just a few years older. How can they justify it? How can you?

I can justify it 'cause that's what happens in this line of work. Because people die to save others, and if that's how it is, that's how it bloody well is. Your job is to keep your team alive as best you can when you've been given shit to work with.

[She pushes her glasses up against her forehead and rubs her eyes.]

...I know. But every time I think about, I think about what happened at Hell's Gate when Amber tried to destroy it. I can't help it. We're still recovering from the damage that was done that day.

[She sighs and takes another drink.] I... don't know. I just have a bad feeling. [Dry look.] And yes, I know I'm acting like a jessie.

[snorts, but nods, and takes another drink] Every good copper -- and especially every good leader -- gets the shivers a bit when going into something where he knows good men can die. If you didn't, I'd call bullshit. [grins] Real men just don't say they're feeling it. You jessie.

[She shakes her head with a little smile and takes another drink.]

Edited 2008-05-19 15:26 (UTC)

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