[center][h2][color=009966]Joseph 'Tank' Cooper[/color][/h2][/center]
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[i]Well it seems like no one here has a sense of humor. I will mark that down and remember that.[/i] He didn't think anyone would believe it, happening literally a split second after Greg's scare, but oh well. He grinned when Cecily pouted at him and basically flicked his ear almost. He rubbed the back of his neck. "[color=009966]Yeah yeah, I'm sorry.[/color]" he chuckled, heading out to his bike parked beside Greg's car. "[color=009966]You know there was no pizza, but I might be a good samaritan and order one anyway.[/color]" he told them, and they were off. He went an unorthodox but just as quick route to the hospital, using his brief alone time to think to himself. 

"[color=009966]Glencross, Graves, and Marleston...[/color]" he breathed, though he couldn't even hear himself over the roaring of his engine as he sped down 24th street S. Assumptions were never good to hold up in court, but he was going to assume they were all killed, based upon him being absolutely certain Danica was from what he'd found back on the rooftops and the coincidences that were too..."[color=009966]Coincidendal[/color]" he sighed. There was also the possibility that the same gun was used twice, which also tied a few things up. 

The problem now was to stick them all together with proof and facts. That is, if he wanted to solve something in the courtroom. It always payed to play by the rules, but sometimes it also got you killed. Back in Baton Rogue he'd done a lot of questionable things in order to get the perps he'd been assigned to get undercover. He might need to get dirty again. Suddenly a smirk appeared on his face. [i]When did I ever decide to go clean[/i]?

By the time he had made it to the hospital, he asked where he could find Wallace, then called up Dominos and ordered a pizza. "[color=009966]Yeah, once you get to the hospital give me a ring. I'll go down and get it.[/color]" he told them, and hung up right when he made it by Greg, his hands now in his pockets. He gazed at Wallace lying there. He was a lot more hurt than had been hinted it, he guessed. "[color=009966]You've seen better days, bud.[/color]" he told Wallace.