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Freelance Police HQ [Monday]

Triela had a headache, but she came in to work anyway.

It wasn't a bad headache, really, but whenever she had one she couldn't help being reminded that she wasn't allowed to take over-the-counter painkillers. Which was intensely frustrating. Which, in turn, only made her headache worse.

So she fed the fish and checked on Leonard (well, she opened the closet door to make sure he was still there, then slammed it closed as he leaned forward... it sort of sounded like she bounced his head off the wall...) Then she collapsed at her desk and glared at the phone.

Just daring it to ring.

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Who is quite grumpy

Max walked into the room, scratched his butt, and aimed his gun at Triela. "YOU! Loiter-ella! Tell me everything you know about magic squirrels!"

"... magic squirrels?" Triela repeated unhelpfully.

Max put the gun away, folded his hand behind his back and started pacing back and forth. "Okay, look. When I was a hideously freakish dog-thing-child yesterday, there was a squirrel in the park who turned my skateboard into a fish."

He turned and looked Triela directly in the eyes. "I need to FIND that squirrel," he declared, "and DESTROY him!" He cackled, and then stopped and scratched his head. "...Or else bend him to my will and make him my slave. One of the two. Soooooooo... have you seen him?"

"Was he small and covered in gray fur? Looked sort of like the sort who craved nuts and chittered?"

"Noooooo, WHITE fur," Max answered. "Like me. Except yesterday my fur was black. And he has a bizarre fetish for turning things into fish."

"I might have heard something..." Triela murmured thoughtfully, tapping her chin.

Which was a total lie.

The gun came out again, aimed directly between Triela's eyes. "You will tell me what you know!" Max demanded. "Or I'll... I'll..."

He fired twice into the ceiling, then leveled the gun at her again.

"Please don't shoot the ceiling," Triela winced, rubbing her temples. It made her headache worse.

"I'll tell you anything you want. Ask whatever questions you need to."

"Tell me what you know about the squirrel!!!" Max demanded, firing into the ceiling again. Yes, because she'd asked him not to. This was an interrogation, after all. "ALSO, your bank account number, and the volume in square feet of your kitchen! NOW!"

"He has white fur and a bizarre fetish for turning things into fish," Triela told Max as if this were new information. (She also massaged her temples and winced at the noise.) "My bank account number is one-two-three-four-five-tube-seven-eight." The fact that 'tube' was not a number might have been a hint that she was just making thatup.

She opened her mouth to answer the last question, but snapped it shut. "How do you measure volume in square feet...?" Really, she should have known better than to ask.

It is unlikely that Triela will answer the phone with anything approaching civility

It's Monday!

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Freelance Police HQ [Monday]

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Waiting for your call

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