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[center][color=00aeef][b]Location:[/b][/color] Main Street
[color=00aeef][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color][@HalfOfLancelot], [@Roosan][/center]



Brooks snatched away the brown paper bag filled with edibles as Benji passed it his way, rolling his eyes and fishing out a fiver as compensation for the deputies cranky mood.
[color=00aeef]“Shoulda’ warned me you’re on ya’ period. Haaah.”[/color] he’d offer Benji a shit-eating grin, all in good will, before continuing: [color=00aeef]“I got called in ‘round six in the morning, one of the shop owners had his window busted in. Now, what the fella’ -didn’t- mention was that every other window was just as much shattered as his. Called Darleen, had her force some of our boys to help clean up. Now i’m havin’ a few of the fancier shops go fish through any video footage they have from last night, so i’m lookin’ forward to busting my back over video footage this afternoon.”[/color] he’d roll his eyes, rubbing the spot above his chin as he shook his head in contemplation.


Time passed as the duo lounged away on the hood of the police car, Brooks hand diving into the brown paper bag to fish out and stuff his mouth with another portion of breakfast. [color=00aeef]“You think the Mayor’ll be okay with me tellin’ him ‘The wind did it’?”[/color] he let out an amused wheeze. His own snarky remark ended up lingering on his mind however, and as much as blaming the occurrence on a natural cause would make his day easier and workload shorter, something he couldn't pinpoint seemed off.


Just as Brooks continued to be alone to his thoughts, staring at one one of the CCTV’s screwed onto a streetlamp along Main Street before getting interrupted by a seemingly familiar voice. Andrew Marlowe, if he recalled correctly. He couldn’t help but remember the kids name due to the painful amount of effort he went through to get a word out of Brooks on several occasions. Brooks would have offered him nothing but his trademark scowl and grouchy “No comment.” however he felt like cutting the kid some slack this one time.


[color=00aeef]“Calm down, kid. Don’t cream your pants. Marlowe, was it?”[/color] he’d pause, stopping himself from giving a sassy remark and instead opting for a genuine, [color=00aeef]“Investigation pending. By the looks of it it’s on the weather though. All people should worry about right now is their insurance, and boarding their junk up.”[/color] he’d crumple up his brown paper bag, keeping it beside him on the hood of his ride. An amused smirk and squinty eyes looking down at Andrew, hoping the kid wouldn’t turn this into the next wall-street report of the year.