Post by Kyukaku on Apr 11, 2009 6:24:50 GMT 1
"I'm telling you, the man you're looking for is right here!"
Kyukaku pleaded once more, sliding the picture accross the desk in front of him. The ex-captain had been at San Fransisco Police Department for over an hour now. It had only taken ten or so minutes to get someone's attention, but since then it was like talking to a brick wall.
"Look kid, for the last time, I don't know what to tell you. It's already been confirmed that the schools were attacked by acts of extremist terrorism." The officer from behind the desk placed his finger back on the photo, sliding it back towards Kyukaku.
"Even so, don't you think you should at least question him?"
"There's no point. The case has been closed, and the bombers have been arrested."
"Is that so? Then why hasn't that made the news?" Kyukaku probed, shoving the photo into his back left pocket in his jeans.
"It's not public information."
"Fine. Just tell me, who was it?"
"It's. Not. Public. Information." The officer remained neutral as he spit each word out individually, driving his point home with the ex-Captain of Hircine High.
This is bullshit. Someone's already put their hands in this department's pockets.
"You should be ashamed to wear the badge. I guess I'll look into it myself. Again."
Kyukaku snickered as he picked up his crutches as they leaned against the desk. Slipping them underneath him, he began to leave the department office, still hindered by the broken leg from the combined injury from Pain Killer and the fall. Kyu was beginning to feel more and more on his own as of late, the police obviously once again not being of much help when it came to the personal plague of his life: Trent Davis.
Kyu honestly didn't know if Trent himself was responsible for the bombings, and if he knew the truth, he knew that answer would be no. However, Kyukaku was certain that Trent had to have had something to do with it. A damage and death rate that high couldn't have been free from a man like that. He'd want every piece of glory in all that death.
As he placed his keys in the ignition and started the car, Kyukaku let out a heavy sigh. He was feeling more worn down than ever. The schools were blown to pieces to make way for a new one, and Trent was completely off the radar. He'd get no help from the authorities, meaning he'd have to go it alone once more. Last time he did that, he ended up nearly suffocating in a coffin below ground. Leaning forward, Kyukaku placed his head against the steering wheel, searching for that second wind.
"...You've got that... thing in you. I guess some would say it's a spark. I don't know much about it, but I've seen it before. It's that same thing that forces you to act when you think you can help someone, even people you've never met, for no reward other than the fact that you've done it. A thing like that about a person, it never changes. Even if you're sick and tired of it, sooner or later, you'll do it again..."
Kyukaku's eyes peered back out over the windshield, the words from his oldest friend and enemy ringing once again in his ears. Kyukaku finally leaned back, a small smirk coming back onto his face as he put the car into gear.
"Looks like you pegged me right, Adam..."
Kyukaku pleaded once more, sliding the picture accross the desk in front of him. The ex-captain had been at San Fransisco Police Department for over an hour now. It had only taken ten or so minutes to get someone's attention, but since then it was like talking to a brick wall.
"Look kid, for the last time, I don't know what to tell you. It's already been confirmed that the schools were attacked by acts of extremist terrorism." The officer from behind the desk placed his finger back on the photo, sliding it back towards Kyukaku.
"Even so, don't you think you should at least question him?"
"There's no point. The case has been closed, and the bombers have been arrested."
"Is that so? Then why hasn't that made the news?" Kyukaku probed, shoving the photo into his back left pocket in his jeans.
"It's not public information."
"Fine. Just tell me, who was it?"
"It's. Not. Public. Information." The officer remained neutral as he spit each word out individually, driving his point home with the ex-Captain of Hircine High.
This is bullshit. Someone's already put their hands in this department's pockets.
"You should be ashamed to wear the badge. I guess I'll look into it myself. Again."
Kyukaku snickered as he picked up his crutches as they leaned against the desk. Slipping them underneath him, he began to leave the department office, still hindered by the broken leg from the combined injury from Pain Killer and the fall. Kyu was beginning to feel more and more on his own as of late, the police obviously once again not being of much help when it came to the personal plague of his life: Trent Davis.
Kyu honestly didn't know if Trent himself was responsible for the bombings, and if he knew the truth, he knew that answer would be no. However, Kyukaku was certain that Trent had to have had something to do with it. A damage and death rate that high couldn't have been free from a man like that. He'd want every piece of glory in all that death.
As he placed his keys in the ignition and started the car, Kyukaku let out a heavy sigh. He was feeling more worn down than ever. The schools were blown to pieces to make way for a new one, and Trent was completely off the radar. He'd get no help from the authorities, meaning he'd have to go it alone once more. Last time he did that, he ended up nearly suffocating in a coffin below ground. Leaning forward, Kyukaku placed his head against the steering wheel, searching for that second wind.
"...You've got that... thing in you. I guess some would say it's a spark. I don't know much about it, but I've seen it before. It's that same thing that forces you to act when you think you can help someone, even people you've never met, for no reward other than the fact that you've done it. A thing like that about a person, it never changes. Even if you're sick and tired of it, sooner or later, you'll do it again..."
Kyukaku's eyes peered back out over the windshield, the words from his oldest friend and enemy ringing once again in his ears. Kyukaku finally leaned back, a small smirk coming back onto his face as he put the car into gear.
"Looks like you pegged me right, Adam..."