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Condescending. That's what Art thought the plaque was. Just plain condescending. There was some sort of arrogance in that little inscription, Art imagined if it were a person it would be the kind that thinks of themselves as the Everyman when in actuality, they knew nothing about real life. Boy, had Art met a lot of those. It was pretty hard to miss when it was plastered on the walls of the academy. "Like hell, I remember it!" The HQ was impressive though, large and imposing, just like he thought it would be. All marble floor and ceiling that was so high it made you dizzy. There were so many veteran ZPD officers around him, he reckoned it made the squad look like a bunch of lost puppies. And he had met a lost puppy once. The darned thing was a big, blubbering sap.
The breifing set Art on edge a bit. Actually quite a lot. Some Raddik guy might have kidnapped a rookie squad, and there are two possible crime scenes. Odvious the Raven squad were looking at one. But Art just reminded himself that everyone in the group looked perfectly sane and without a death wish. None of them would volunteer the squad. Just as he was begging to ease up Lance raised his hand and recommended squad 66, Lance's squad. And also Art's squad. Damn. Art leaned forwards in his chair and looked like he had been repeatedly punched in the stomach. Hard. When he got back to the BearCat he was going to give that psychopathic fox a good talking to. Or he would just abandon ship, go A-wol for a bit and lay low for a while. No, option number one was much better.
All the way through his trip to the armoury he was desperately trying to stop his ears from twitching. The gear was rather impressive though. Tear gas, a taser rifle and pistol, flash bangs, this was some seriously cool gear. "Hmm, not too shabby. Not too shabby at all! Cool stuff!" He muttered looking down the barrel of the gun. He sat in the BearCat, staring daggers at Lance. When Zach commented on what Lance did, Art nearly blew his top. "Ballsy? Really, solider? No, not, that was insane! Not ballsy in the slightest. Shades, do you have a death wish? Ballsy, really? Ugh!" He shook his fist wildly. He set his fist down and raised his eyebrows. "It's a pretty good career opportunity, though, I'll give you that shades."
The breifing set Art on edge a bit. Actually quite a lot. Some Raddik guy might have kidnapped a rookie squad, and there are two possible crime scenes. Odvious the Raven squad were looking at one. But Art just reminded himself that everyone in the group looked perfectly sane and without a death wish. None of them would volunteer the squad. Just as he was begging to ease up Lance raised his hand and recommended squad 66, Lance's squad. And also Art's squad. Damn. Art leaned forwards in his chair and looked like he had been repeatedly punched in the stomach. Hard. When he got back to the BearCat he was going to give that psychopathic fox a good talking to. Or he would just abandon ship, go A-wol for a bit and lay low for a while. No, option number one was much better.
All the way through his trip to the armoury he was desperately trying to stop his ears from twitching. The gear was rather impressive though. Tear gas, a taser rifle and pistol, flash bangs, this was some seriously cool gear. "Hmm, not too shabby. Not too shabby at all! Cool stuff!" He muttered looking down the barrel of the gun. He sat in the BearCat, staring daggers at Lance. When Zach commented on what Lance did, Art nearly blew his top. "Ballsy? Really, solider? No, not, that was insane! Not ballsy in the slightest. Shades, do you have a death wish? Ballsy, really? Ugh!" He shook his fist wildly. He set his fist down and raised his eyebrows. "It's a pretty good career opportunity, though, I'll give you that shades."