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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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[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.

Edited 2008-05-18 08:10 (UTC)

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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