Interacting with: Detective Gregory
@Lady Amalthea, Jeremy
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Tank took a quick moment to appreciate what was occurring below him. Seemed Alicia and Caesar had shit handled down there with the press. It was actually pretty amusing to watch, and he admitted that he was glad to have someone watch Cecily's back. The other two girls were helping too, he saw. Guess they had their uses. With that quick scan below he filed into his memory for later, he turned back to the roof. Two sets of footprints on the ground, he noted. One seemed to be Danica's trademark footprints, and the other was near the same size with more prominent treads, like a SWAT unit? "
Interesting..." he said to himself, noticing a bit of blood too.
"
Listen I don't give a damn if you are a cop and not spider man, we need a team up here. Well either learn to climb fucking fast or get those hose brains from Station 53 to up the ladder on that damn firetruck to roof and take that route. Oh you hadn't thought of that? And that's why you can't get a promotion you one nutted pond sucking nerf herder," Greg said before hanging up. Tank didn't take Greg for a Star Wars kind of guy. He let his fellow detective do his thing, scanning the footprints Tank had just seen, as well as the blood that seemed to indicate- "
Tank. I think we need another crew on the next roof over." Tank flicked his toothpick over the side of the roof. "
Well, since you asked nice."
The street savvy detective then gave a small stretch of his arms and legs, before swaying back and forth while squinting, as if deciphering the distance between the buildings. He took a few steps back, and then jerked forward a step as if he was about to sprint. "
Kidding." he chuckled. "
I'll head on over." He tilted an imaginary hat at Jeremy, and then made his way down to the street below. It was much easier going down, thankfully. To those outside, they'd hear a thump and a grunt, following by Tank walking out of the kicked-in doorway lightly flecked in dust. He shook his head and patted himself down, before pointing at a small group of newly arrived police officers. "
You four, with me." he declared in a voice that was both casual, yet held no room for argument. He held up his badge while doing so.
Tank took out his weapon, and opened the door to the ground floor entrance slowly and cautiously. Behind him, he was flanked by 4 other police officers. The room was dark
and full of terrors and musty, and within three seconds of the door opening, one flashlight beam from behind him bathed half the room in penetrating light. The seriousness of Tank's face faded away, to a deadpan 'what' look.
"
...What are you doing?"
"What?" the officer behind him asked.
"
What. are. you. doing?"
"I just..."
"
Turn that flashlight off."
"But it's procedur-"
"Fuck procedure, man." Tank snapped, taking the flashlight out of the man's hands. "
What if the suspect, possibly a murderer, had been in here?" he asked. "
Flashlights help us see, but they announce our arrival as well. Give me a few seconds to give the 'all clear' before I ask for light, do you get it? Peripheral vision saves your life."
"Yes." the officer replied, and Tank tossed him back the flashlight. The next few seconds passed by awkwardly. "
...Ok now I need some light."
Their ascent was quick and much less precarious than his climbing up the other building. It all went smoothly, other than one incident where two of the cops bumped into one another and almost fired their weapons. Needless to say that he now had 3 guns by the time he made it to the roof, only to hand the firearms back once they had the light of day to disillusion their fears. He called for a perimeter to be made around the building, and to check all of the rooms more thoroughly. "
Yes, you can use flashlights. And keep the safety's on." he sighed, and almost kicked them down the stairs so he could check out the roof by himself. These guys only further added to his belief that society was heading down the shitter, not to mention the fuckin' murder that just occurred. After he took a deep breath, he relaxed his shoulders and looked around. Looks like someone indeed landed upon the roof, having tucked and rolled. Not an amateur, he noted. The spots of blood led to the fire escape, and then faded away around the back end of the building, leading towards an alleyway. The trail went cold after that, but at least he had an idea on what was going on now.
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