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omegafriends2014-06-06 10:34 am
fabricati_diem_pvnc) wrote in omegafriends2014-06-06 10:34 am
Night Watch (action)
Though he was towards the top of the police hierarchy, Vimes still always kept an eye out for excuses to go on patrol, especially at night. It wasn't that he liked tramping around Venture City at 3am during one of the city's rare rainstorms. It was a bloody miserable time to be about. But...
But some of the best days of his life had been in the middle of rainy nights. You stood behind a statue or something to get out of the wind so you could light a smoke, you hunched your shoulders just like so and your hat directed the rain down the back of your jacket, leaving you in a tiny little bubble of warmth and dryness. For just a few minutes, you could pretend that the world made some kind of sense and fade into the background. If you could manage it, you became part of the architecture.
When Vimes had been a younger officer, on a night like this, he had become so much a part of the background that a purse snatcher had ran around a corner and stopped standing right next to him to catch his breath. Vimes had grabbed him and whispered "You just got nicked, son." and the poor man had needed a change of underwear.
Tonight, it had been quiet so far. Vimes stood in the lee of a phone booth out by the docks where the rain wasn't quite so bad, hunched his shoulders like so, lit a cigarette, and waited, looking to see what kind of characters would come out in the dark.
But some of the best days of his life had been in the middle of rainy nights. You stood behind a statue or something to get out of the wind so you could light a smoke, you hunched your shoulders just like so and your hat directed the rain down the back of your jacket, leaving you in a tiny little bubble of warmth and dryness. For just a few minutes, you could pretend that the world made some kind of sense and fade into the background. If you could manage it, you became part of the architecture.
When Vimes had been a younger officer, on a night like this, he had become so much a part of the background that a purse snatcher had ran around a corner and stopped standing right next to him to catch his breath. Vimes had grabbed him and whispered "You just got nicked, son." and the poor man had needed a change of underwear.
Tonight, it had been quiet so far. Vimes stood in the lee of a phone booth out by the docks where the rain wasn't quite so bad, hunched his shoulders like so, lit a cigarette, and waited, looking to see what kind of characters would come out in the dark.
no subject
[Slade does not acknowledge the correction. Instead, he holds out a flash drive.]
I have something that may be of interest to you.
no subject
"Do you. And what interests me?"
no subject
"All the data I have collected on Dr. Devious's behavioral patterns, a map of the movements of her robots, and more. It should help you narrow down the search for her device, assuming you are at all competent."
no subject
"I don't suppose it's too much to hope that you are giving this up freely as part of a citizen's civic duty to supply the police useful information they have on the whereabouts of known felons?"
AKA: the enemy of my enemy
However, all I ask in exchange for the information is that you don't waste it. Dr. Devious's plans are interfering with my own, so the more she is hampered the better."
Can still be my enemy, but maybe I won't go for his throat JUST now
He reached out to take the flash drive. As much as he hated dealing with someone like Slade, the information would be VERY useful, if it were legit.
Re: Can still be my enemy, but maybe I won't go for his throat JUST now
"Based on the patterns, you may wish to start your search near the High School.
Good night, officer."
Slade casually walks into an unlit alley and disappears.
no subject
Devious was a more immediate threat. Vimes pocketed the flash drive, after taking a minute to manage to unclench his fists.