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[whoshotsherlock]

Who: Greg Sanders, Lance Blackthorne, Ritsu Namine, Nick Stokes (partners?)
What: So two CSIs and a trap walk in to a security guard's office...
When: April 12th, Late Evening
Where: Neon City, Hyperion

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[punkass_drgnrdr]

Lance was already waiting in his office, sitting on his desk facing the door and leaning back on one hand, staring absently into the couch against the wall to the side. Draca was sprawled over his lap, purring quietly and enjoying his absent strokes, but mostly just making sure he had company. He looked more haggard than ever.

They'd been in there for a while now, actually; none of his paperwork was still in there, transferred to Sarasim's keeping, but he had gone there to kill time and get his head on straight. In all honesty any plan to play Finitevus had as much chance of failing as it did working, all because he'd made it clear he didn't trust Finitevus to the doctor's face. He'd have to come up with something good to keep the other tamer from instantly getting suspicious. Something that Finitevus would believe he was so ashamed of that he couldn't choose to turn to the people he knew and trusted. Then again, with Finitevus's theory that he was being manipulated emotionally ... that might just be easier than it sounded

[whoshotsherlock]

Greg poked his head around the corner, find Lance mostly alone in his office. That made him absently wonder where the hell Nick was, but if anything he knew the man wouldn't ditch unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Hey..." he said quietly, urging the short UTAU in to the office to take a seat. Ritsu did so quietly, barely remembering to pass a nod of hello in Lance's direction.

[punkass_drgnrdr]

"Hey," Lance answered automatically, his own nod of greeting at Ritsu somewhat belated since he had focussed on examining the UTAU instead. He'd never actually met Ritsu in person before, and even though he wasn't precisely on top of his game he could still see that the android was nervous.

His gaze rested on the vocaloid for a few moments more, his mind elsewhere, before he shook it sharply once and looked at Greg. "Where's Nick?"

[whoshotsherlock]

"He's--"

"Right here, sorry!" Nick said as he jogged up to the door of the office, sliding in and closing it behind him. "Hailey didn't want to go to bed."

"Pft. Pushover," Greg snorted under his breath.

"Shut up, Sanders."