[color=cyan][h2][center]Emily King[/center][/h2][/color]
	As the odd pairing of a shark and a wolverine made their ways down to the old, dilapidated factories of New Earlton, the sandstorm that had been coming finally hit.  Emily, the more water-dependant of the two, flipped up her hood to keep sand from getting kicked up into the gill-like slits on her throat and dug her phone out of her messenger bag.  [color=cyan]"So, I might as well tell you about that guy, huh?"[/color]  She kept walking and turned her head to Warren, stuffing her hands in her pockets.  [color=cyan]"Like I said, that guy sold his daughter as a sex slave and took the payment.  Not only that, he's lied, cheated, and extorted everything you could imagine from everyone in this city.  Charlie Reager, that's his name.  All the evidence of it you could ever want is at my apartment."[/color]  She smirked slightly returning her gaze to the road.  [color=cyan]"Catch is, you have no idea where I live."[/color]  She paused and sized the wolverine up, her eyes pausing a moment on his crotch and smirking.  [color=cyan]"Don't worry, I'll bring you home with me after this."[/color]  She winked at the taller cop and flipped her phone open, dialing a frequented number with her thumb.

	She lifted the phone into her hood and walked in silence as it rang once... and went straight to voice mail.  A fit of rage took over as a certain snow leopard's voice spoke, saying to leave a message in something of a bored tone.  Emily, impatient and fed up for the moment screamed into the phone's receiver and left quite a vulgar threat that would disturb even the most seasoned soldier.  [color=cyan]"DEE ANSWER THE GODDAMN PHONE YOU BITCH!  I NEED YOUR SEXY ASS IN A FUCKING WAREHOUSE TO WHIP THE SHIT OUTTA SACHA'S FUCKING BUTT BUDDY!  THE SOONER YOU'RE FUCKING HERE THE SOONER YOU CAN GO THE FUCK BACK TO GROOMING OR WHATEVER THE FUCK CATS DO!"[/color]  She ended the call with an overly aggressive press of a button and slapping the phone shut with a finger, then dropping it into the bag on her shoulder.  She glanced up at Warren once again, looking more annoyed than anything.  [color=cyan]"What?"[/color]

	[@Midnight Howl][@Ezekial Wolffe]