[Ray is at a bar. Not one of the ones he usually frequents if you're paying attention to the background, but still a bar. The table he's at is littered with empty glasses, suggesting he's already been there a while. There's one whiskey chaser left in front of him, which he drinks down before addressing the video feed ( Read more... )

[The video feed kicks into action as it hits the floor, having fallen from Ray's pocket. Ray doesn't even seem to notice, too occupied with kicking the crap out of some crook with more enthusiasm than even he normally spares ( Read more... )

[There's scrabbling as the video feed starts up, before the device is dropped and clatters to the corner of the room to show Chris and Ray. They're currently back to back in what looks like a dingy shop backroom, police batons raised against attack from any incoming sheep. Ray's keeping his eye on the door, leaving the window to Chris. There are ( Read more... )

[The rain may be tapering off, but Ray still doesn't really want to be outside if he can help it, so his cigarette his lit at his desk. Ray himself is leaning back in his seat, feet propped up in his desk drawer, blatantly not caring about the rules surrounding smoking in the police station.]Nice of the City to remind those of us from 'er ( Read more... )