Lt. Morgan reporting for ... some shit (tag to police types, OTA)

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So, Deb woke up with a motherfucker of a hangover. Her head felt like a big balloon filled with cement that was mixed with tequila. Fuck. Gabriel must've gotten her back to her room because she sure as shit didn't remember getting there

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[soldier_blade]

ooc: had to XD

Sonya normally didn't work Saturdays, but Ren was with the kids this afternoon, and she used the free time to sort out some paper work-which really just meant cleaning out and putting some files on computer.

She was just finishing up and heading out when she heard the 'greeting'.

"Here and just heading home-need anything?"

She doubted the woman was here to recieve any 'real' help, atleast not for a crime. Judging from the woman's expression, not to mention the gun, badge and general 'don't fuck with me' air that seemed to come off her in waves-Sonya was guessing 'newbie'.

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"Yeah, are you a cop?" Deb asked, hip cocked to the side. "I'm supposed to get a job in this fucking place and since I'm a cop." Homicide, bitches! "Here I am."

[soldier_blade]

"Consider yourself lucky, I'm army back home and this is what I had to settle for instead." Not that she was really complaining, not anymore, but it was a little tricky to go from living and working on an army base to a police station, but hell, she made due. "You'll have to talk to McCane about the actual hiring, but I can help with everything else: questions, tour guide, things of that nature."

She also felt to get something for the woman's headache: she wasn't even trying to 'read her', but she kept getting the inkling that the woman's head wasn't exactly 'behaving'.

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If Deb knew someone was poking around in her (aching) head, she'd flip. But that was neither here nor there. "Lucky, yeah. McClane, yeah. Where's he?" Even she expected the boss to be a he.

[soldier_blade]

Sonya normally didn't 'pry', but in this case it was difficult not to: the more something was on a person's mind, it had become a case of trying to 'ignore' rather than 'read'.

In this case, she was right about it being a 'he'.

"Desk in the front of the front's where you can usually find him."

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"... thanks." Deb took a couple of steps and turned back - respect and all that. "Deb Morgan. Miami Homicide." And she offered her hand.

[soldier_blade]

Sonya had just taken her coat from the coat rack, when Deb turned and offered her hand.

She gave it a firm shake.

"Sonya Blade, former Army Special Forces, now police officer." She didn't feel the need to tell her it was because the village was now her 'home'-it would be opening a hell of a can of worms.

[efffthisshhhht]

"Good to meetcha." Deb respected a firm shake. "Guess we might be working together in the future, so ... I'll see you, I guess."

[soldier_blade]

"Entirely possible." Sonya wondered if she'd go for the nightshift: it'd been ages since she actually worked with a partner, officially anyway.

"Listen, I've been in the village for two, going on three years. You have any questions, give me a ping." She held up her messanger before heading out the door.

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"... thanks," Deb said, as the door shut. "Okay, then." And she turned to find the boss.