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She rolled her eyes at Hayato's adamant declaration that he [i]"didn't snitch."[/i] [color=steelblue]"I didn't see that. And I'll make damn sure no one else will see that unless you do exactly what I tell you to do."[/color] the detective replied cruelly.
Merit took a moment's pause to sigh and continued, apparently bored of taunting the lycanthrope. [color=steelblue]"Think for a second. Will your organization put it's neck out for you, on your word, when the state police are involved? In a shitty little American state way outside their stomping grounds? Risk and reward; that's all organized crime is, no matter what they told you those tattoos stand for."[/color] Sher leaned back in her chair with her hands behind her head. [color=steelblue]"You're just not the one with power in this room. But I have good news for you; I want to make you a deal. If you tell me exactly who you are and what you're doing in Redhaven, I won't just let you go home to your organization, but I'll make sure your brother's body gets released to whoever needs to come get it. You never make it onto the record, your brother gets released to whoever you say he gets released to, this all goes away. I want to work with you here.[/color]
From another folder she withdrew a yellow legal pad and slid it across the table with a pen. [color=steelblue]"So how do you want to go home, cowboy? As the Yakuza who cracked the state force to work with your organization, or in a box after you die alone in prison?"[/color]
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Beck listened in quiet surprise to Aava’s new vocabulary… it wasn’t quite intelligible, but at least some of it was English. What was this woman that she could pick up languages so quickly? Was it just mimicking? Was she some kind of wendigo? Were there wendigos in Scandinavia?
[color=silver]”How about we go inside so the doctors can take care of your head?”[/color] Beck asked, gesturing to her own head and trying to incorporate some of what Aava had said; perhaps that would help her understand.
She led, or perhaps coaxed, Aava towards the hospital, letting her follow of her own accord but putting a gentle hand behind her shoulder when they passed the nurses smoking near the door. The room they came into was empty, thankfully, except for the receptionist behind a long desk.
[color=silver]“Hi, um, she needs to see a doctor. I’m pretty sure she’s concussed.”[/color] Beck explained. [color=silver]“Her name is Aava.”[/color]
“Do you have her insurance information?" The receptionist asked without looking up.
Beck rolled her eyes. [color=silver]"She was assaulted less than an hour ago by a crazy person who threw a rock at her head. I'm a vet, I reported the crime and talked to state police about getting her medical attention. Can you help me or not?"[/color]
Seeming a little annoyed, the receptionist finally looked up and was visibly very surprised at Aava's appearance. She tried to play it cool as she turned her attention to a very impatient Beck, and pointed to a few upholstered wooden chairs against the wall. "I-I'll see what I can do. Just wait over there." 
Beck shrugged, feeling like she was wasting her time with all this. She walked away from the desk and took a seat, assuming Aava would follow her lead.