Albert sat in the stairs outside the central, his sights on the ever passing crowds of people and cars that still persisted this late in the night. He sighed, rubbing his eye. That punch had hurt, more than the shrapnel wounds he had been stitched a while ago. Turns out, mr McKenzie wasn't too thrilled that the Kryptotw*ts had turned his bright and young son into something worth scrapping from a front bumper after a trip to the countryside. Well, to be fair, he wasn't the best person to comfort people about the horrors of dying in the line of duty.

He had seen so many cases of this... he barely cared at all nowadays. Not even when faced with the ones responsible for the demise of his copper mate, he did even blink. Processing had the habit of making everything a chore and boring, even if emotions should've run high. He looked at his wrist, somewhat numb. Ah, a victim of his own success. He hadn't written that much in a long time. It was a good thing the rest of the folks helped. 

It was then when he spotted one of the officers. Reagan? Regan? Yes, Regan was her name. Nice broad. She knew a lot of the proceedings, so her help had been very welcome. He couldn't help but steal glances at her furious testing, as he sit there looking at the street. He chuckled slightly, when a couple of taxis bumped into eachother and started a scuffle, right in front of the police force.

"Cabbies..." He just smirked, before turning to eye the officer. "Long day, huh?" Albert joked. Yes, perhaps he needed to reconnect with awfully human and trite situations from time to time. The soldier machine, he didn't need much more of that kind of stuff anyway.

"I so happen to be craving for some roast and puds, you know, lost quite a bit of blood back there. Wanna join? Don't worry about me smoking. I kinda tossed away all my fags long time ago." Albert smirked cockily, as he eyed the officer. 



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Unfortunately, she had been taken for the night. But as soon as her explanation was given, Albert pointed out the need for a wingman. Besides he really was craving for roast.

"Oh, well, I am giving that kind of thing a 6 out of 10, ma'am." Albert said, his civvies being a perfect clash of jumper and boots. "Hope you good folks don't mind one more. You know, a copper never ventures alone in heated situations." The old soldier nodded, his eyes scanning the present.

[i]Lass on Lass relationship uh? Fine by me, I won't have to explain that I'm her coworker that much.[/i] 
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