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Who: Sam Vimes stony_faced and Ulquiorra Schiffer sfigato_quarto AND LATER Motoko Kusanagi deuxesmachina
What: Ulquiorra goes to get groceries for himself and Kairi, only to run into the AMC sergeant who's been after him.
When: Monday, December 8th, afternoon.
Where: Some market in Monacello territory by Ulquiorra's apartment.

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[stonyfaced]

Despite the AMC's best efforts, they didn't seem to be able to find the whereabouts of Ulquiorra Schiffer, nor were they able to find the addresses of anybody else. Which was frustrating, really, since Vimes knew every nook and cranny of what he considered to be his city. Instead of sitting around and feeling vaguely useless, however, he decided to go out on the beat. Technically, he didn't have to do it now that he was a sergeant, but it was what he knew, and what he was best at.

Besides, he figured that they thought that they were all right now, and chances were that if he met one of the suspects, he had stared at their pictures long enough to identify them. Putting his mind on auto, he walked that special walk of the copper that meant he could go on for hours and passed by a grocery store. There was a dark alley beside it that simply screamed, if you want your life, don't come in! Which, of course, meant that one of the suspects could be... uh

[sfigato_quarto]

Ulquiorra was always on guard. But yes, this had been sloppy. He should have known better. He sighed. He didn't think of this as the end, not at all. He thought of this as a small annoyance.

The young man's eerie, large, green eyes darted over to Vimes. He stared him down coldly, as if looking straight through the officer. He moved slowly towards the wall, setting down the piece of fruit and moving towards the outside wall of the market in the alley. He touched his chest to the brick wall, and put his hands on the small of his back, palms out.

"Is buying groceries a suspicious crime," he asked. It was a question coming from Ulquiorra, even if it was made in a deadpan. He kept watching Vimes carefully over his shoulder.

Just an annoyance.

[stonyfaced]

Vimes chose not to answer the man, not until he got the handcuffs on. It couldn't have been that easy. The easiest men he had ever caught were ones who screamed and howled and went on but were virtually useless when it came to actually fighting him off. It was the quiet ones that worried Vimes.

Regardless, he snapped the cuffs shut. "Under suspicion of bombings," he said, passively. "Eyes forward, lad. Come on, let's go." He said it, but didn't take his strong grip from off of the chain between the cuffs. It was important to do things right. People were watching, and they needed to exude the image of having control over the situation, of being the good, just association they really weren't.

[sfigato_quarto]

Ulquiorra lowered his eyelids in his trademark annoyed look. The guy seemed to be just as silent as he was. It wasn't like Ulquiorra to kick and scream. There was only one person who had ever broken him down to that level. Those were days that he was still trying to forget.

It was Ulquiorra's turn not to answer. He brought one leg up, making contact with the wall. It all happened rather fast. He pushed off the wall, and brought his other leg around, nailing Vimes in the stomach. He followed through by bring his other leg along for the turn of his body, this time connecting with Vimes' shoulder.

Okay, now it was time to run.