Trooper Station - Friday Afternoon

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After his conversation with Harriet, Roy had made a detour to Kerrigan's place. The house had been a mess, part of it was almost bare while other parts were turned over. Whatever was useful and had been left behind, she'd broken. Even now, sitting behind his desk, Roy couldn't help but feel that the state of it reflected something of the mindset of its tenant.

Former tenant, he added bitterly as he glared at the radio sitting on his desk. For just one moment he'd hoped that this was the ticket. That he'd be able to contact Michael Liberty or Jimmy Raynor and they could stop her. Because it was Kerrigan and deep down, he knew they could get to her if they just had the chance.

That was until he realised that this radio was only a receiver and making a call was impossible. Ralph had confirmed the suspicion and so Roy was left to glaring at the thing. The radio didn't care much.

((House modded with permission. Open.))