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[b][color=B19666]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]583 words (+1 points)[/i]
[b][color=B19666]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]10/20 EXP[/i]
[b][color=B19666]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Detroit[/i]
[sup][b][u][color=B19666]Interaction[/color][/u][/b][/sup]
[sup]Geralt & Zenkichi's [@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN], Giovanna's [@Lugubrious], and Susie & Blazermates' [@Archmage MC][/sup][/center]

Before he could put a word in edge wise, Giovanna cut him short. Once more assuming she knew better than he, of course you couldn't trust most in General Affairs but she didn't know the detective personally

Her rather strong headed demeanor was beginning to wear thin on Benedict, had they listened to him before and avoided tracking down Khamsin they wouldn't have put themselves in this situation in the first place. Benedict had told the secret agent she did have a target on her back, she was as much a liability to the Seekers as she was a benefactor.

Benedict quietly sighed, removing his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. Something bothered him about the way the detective had simply left with only a word of advice, that wasn't the kind of thing he would expect of his former colleague. The old tactician pushed his plate away, unable to finish what was left of his meal as he mulled things over.

Gripping the tip of his cane as he stood, Benedict readjusted his glasses with a push of an index finger. Not bothering to have his leftovers packaged, the Turk quietly waited as Giovanna paid for the meal. Benedict stood by the entrance, something at the back of his mind nagging him to peer momentarily out the glass.

Though he saw nothing out of the ordinary, still the former inspector couldn't help but feel like something was amiss. Opting to follow the rest of the group out the restaurants front doors, he decided to put those suspicions to rest for the moment at least.

However that moment came sooner than expected as they stepped into an empty street save the not-so-subtle street workers going about their business, Benedict sighed inwardly. He should have known better than to not expect an ambush, Zenkichi wasn't a fool.

His colleague stepped out from cover, staring at him intently as he demanded answers from the old tactician. Benedict, wasn't sure if the detective would be as inclined to believe an outside force was at work in Midgar but before he could say anything the brash agent cut in and opted to take a combative stance.

"[color=B19666]Indeed, it runs deeper than either of us could understand. However Mr. Hasegawa you are being influenced by the very thing that stands in the way of both our duties.[/color]" Benedict's knuckles turned white as they gripped the butt of his cane, ready to draw it from its hidden sheath. "[color=B19666]To root out the wrongs and make them right and to protect the public, which the city has failed to do.[/color]"

The Turk stepped toward his colleague, hands tightly on his cane "[color=B19666]I don't stand in your way, the city is standing in our way. A city we do not belong in, but I will fight you if you choose to not see reason.[/color]"

Almost punctuating his sentence, Benedict's sword hummed as it was pulled from its place. The tip pointed towards his friend and former colleague, Benedict had no emotion on his face just a stern look in his eyes.

"[color=B19666]If not, I will [i]make[/i] you see reason.[/color]" he was not trying to intimidate the detective nor was he faking bravado, Zenkichi of all people would know that when Benedict said he would do something. He would not hesitate to follow through. He was watching his colleague carefully, making sure to note his body language, he knew where to hit and when to retreat if his friend made a move.