05-16-2016, 06:07 PM
Carmelita pulled up in the squad car, closing the door behind her as she stared at the warehouse front. It was, like most of the warehouses in this part of Coruscant, covered in gratuitous graffitti, plenty of it proclaiming a general hatred of ‘the fuzz’, ‘the man’ and ‘fat cats’. She couldn’t blame them, not with the situation they found themselves in down here.
Still, as she locked the squad car behind her, she couldn’t help feel a little hurt inside. Sure, some law enforcement wasn’t straight, but it wasn’t as though every cop was a thug out to ruin someone’s day. She turned and headed for the side entrance, down the alleyway.
She’d tracked down one of the people reported fleeing a chase between unknown fighters that had culminated in a series of explosions that had levelled two blocks of habitation. Upon questioning the locals, only humans had lived in that area, and Carmelita suspected that this might have been a low-level strike by the Liberation Front.
The alley was ill-lit, a smell of refuse and sewage irritating Carmelita’s nose. She touched a digit to her collar, and Bentley’s cloak engaged around her. She flitted past an open side door before peering inside.
The warehouse was full of crates, varying in size from small plastic boxes to huge shipping containers. Carmelita had no idea why a self-contained city needed the latter, but she was sure there was some logical reason for the big metal cuboids. Walking in the door, she noticed that there were gantries up near the roof, below which were ladders and cranes for moving the cargo. The fluorescent lights were on, and she hoped that meant she’d found one of those involved.
She spotted the overseer’s office up by the gantry, and saw a shadow on the glass. Someone was inside, and she snuck over to the metal stairs and crept up them step by step. There was a moment she paused, avoiding a squeaky step, and another where she carefully lifted her shock pistol from her holster. Quietly as she could, she eased open the door.
Inside was not the person she was expecting. Instead of a pokemon or some other violent non-human, she saw what looked like a human, tending some superficial scrapes with omnilium. A prime, then, and one almost certainly not affiliated with the Liberation Front. Carmelita sighed quietly before dropping her collar’s cloak and reholstering her shock pistol. She reached for her badge and knocked on the now open door.
“Good evening, sir. Inspector Fox-Cooper, I’m here to talk to you about the chase scene this afternoon…”
Still, as she locked the squad car behind her, she couldn’t help feel a little hurt inside. Sure, some law enforcement wasn’t straight, but it wasn’t as though every cop was a thug out to ruin someone’s day. She turned and headed for the side entrance, down the alleyway.
She’d tracked down one of the people reported fleeing a chase between unknown fighters that had culminated in a series of explosions that had levelled two blocks of habitation. Upon questioning the locals, only humans had lived in that area, and Carmelita suspected that this might have been a low-level strike by the Liberation Front.
The alley was ill-lit, a smell of refuse and sewage irritating Carmelita’s nose. She touched a digit to her collar, and Bentley’s cloak engaged around her. She flitted past an open side door before peering inside.
The warehouse was full of crates, varying in size from small plastic boxes to huge shipping containers. Carmelita had no idea why a self-contained city needed the latter, but she was sure there was some logical reason for the big metal cuboids. Walking in the door, she noticed that there were gantries up near the roof, below which were ladders and cranes for moving the cargo. The fluorescent lights were on, and she hoped that meant she’d found one of those involved.
She spotted the overseer’s office up by the gantry, and saw a shadow on the glass. Someone was inside, and she snuck over to the metal stairs and crept up them step by step. There was a moment she paused, avoiding a squeaky step, and another where she carefully lifted her shock pistol from her holster. Quietly as she could, she eased open the door.
Inside was not the person she was expecting. Instead of a pokemon or some other violent non-human, she saw what looked like a human, tending some superficial scrapes with omnilium. A prime, then, and one almost certainly not affiliated with the Liberation Front. Carmelita sighed quietly before dropping her collar’s cloak and reholstering her shock pistol. She reached for her badge and knocked on the now open door.
“Good evening, sir. Inspector Fox-Cooper, I’m here to talk to you about the chase scene this afternoon…”