[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=00a99d]Scott Rydzynski[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/293bebeaa3fd1551baba10b2edbd113c/tumblr_okhufmr6lU1qdhps7o3_r1_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00a99d]Location:[/color][/b] His Apartment - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] The Fuzz[/center][hr][hr]	Scott gave the woman a half smile, half grimace. He hated dealing with the police and he made a mental note to make the guy at the bar pay. What happened at the bar, stayed at the bar - those were the rules and only someone asking to get killed interfered with them. Mercs frequented that establishment and none of them followed the law to a T. There was a certain understanding. [color=00a99d]"Why don't you come inside, officers?"[/color] Scott invited them, stepping aside from the door and heading into his apartment. He wasn't dumb. He wasn't going to insult the cops to their face. 

	[color=00a99d]"Now, a drunk did vomit all over me a few days ago,"[/color] Scott admitted. [color=00a99d]"But I didn't touch him. I was - am, always am and always will be - a Green Beret,"[/color] he then tapped his dog tags. [color=00a99d]"If this man thinks I had some sort of confrontation with him, it was verbal and civil. I ain't about to break the laws I risked my life to defend...You two want coffee or something?"[/color]