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WHO: afeatherpillow screwmeister dontknowgray
WHERE: some rented lab space in the City
WHEN: afternoon 1/18
WARNINGS: violence. body horror. more violence.
SUMMARY: Stein finally crosses the line with Katurian hot on his trail, and when he gets busted an alien cop with a chip on his shoulder shows up to do the arresting.
FORMAT: words in a structure of some kind

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Sometime later...

[dontknowgray]

After the call, Garrus was the one on the scene; he didn't come along. Two other marked cars followed. If someone was really carving up patients, they would certainly need back up.

He was partnered at the moment with one of the few native cops; they headed down the hall toward the location they'd been given, trailed by two other officers. His partner took to securing the floor; after all Stein was a known imPort, and if he was killing people--

--well, let's just say Garrus had an itchy trigger finger. Still, it was a lab; they cleared a floor both above and below the one that Stein was on, simply out of 'super powered perp' precautions.

Then he went to the lab Stein had, and rapped on the door. "Dr. Stein? Dr. Stein, this is Garrus Vakarian, with City Police. We'd like to have a few words with you."

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There was only one patient in this building, and he was already cold--and neatly laid out--on the table.

Stein himself was in the process of carefully dissecting said patient. It almost looked like he was performing an autopsy.

"Come in, then." He didn't speak too loudly, but it was sure to carry through the door.

He seemed to be completely unbothered by the day's events; if anything he was resigned to the trouble he was about to be in, but that wasn't readily apparent on his face.

[dontknowgray]

Garrus nodded to his partner, who stayed in the back as Garrus went in; the partner manned the door, while Garrus approached-- though he realized very quickly that man was dead.

"I need you to put your hands behind your head and get on the ground, Dr. Stein. You're under arrest." He began the slow, calm recitation of rites, explaining why, and what charges, and going through all that Miranda madness, one step at time.

The man was dead. They were too late.

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Stein sighed in an almost obnoxiously long-suffering manner, and began the process of slowly divulging himself of his surgical equipment as Garrus talked. First he laid his scalpel down, then carefully removed his bloody gloves, then finally pulled his surgical mask off.

These items were all somewhat carelessly placed on the victim's body, and once that was done he put his hands behind his head. There was still the table between them, though, and Stein was gazing pretty intently at Garrus. Non-humans have always fascinated him...

[dontknowgray]

"On the ground, Dr. Stein." His arms were loose at his sides, his body easy and relaxed-- he was prepared for anything this guy might do; his partner hovered in the background, much more nervous.

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Stein stepped back from the operating table, eyes still on Garrus, before slowly sinking to his knees.

"This is pointless," he said blandly. If they were going to arrest him, he thought, there was no point in making him perform acrobatics in the process.

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"Tell that to the corpse on the slab," Garrus said, voice edged with anger-- he came around the table, wide-- into his hands a set of cuffs. The good stuff- the ones they use for unruly imPorts.

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"That would be even more pointless." This was not the best time to cop an attitude, and Stein's patronizing tone of voice was probably not helping the situation.

Nonetheless, he sat still on his knees while Garrus approached.