WHO: Conner and Vash
WHEN: 1-6-10; Wed. morning
WHERE: Conner's flat above the Winchester
WHAT: A window is broke and something dear is missing; stupid cops better find the thief!
RATING: Just Conner's mouth I'm sure :T
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My precious harp, who the fuck stole you and why? )
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Whatever it may have been, Vash Zwingli was going to investigate and assess whether more officers were going to be needed. The thundering motor echoed throughout the Liberty's streets and informed all of his coming and going thanks to the Doppler Effect. Quickly screeching into whatever parking space was available, he dropped the kick stand into place.
His shadow blanketed the Celtic's face as he lowered his sunglasses to look down at the freckled man. "You Connor O'Connor?" he questioned while taking out a notepad and pen, "The name's Officer Zwingli, now how can I be of service?"
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"Aye. That's be me." He stood and brushed himself off, motioning with his head to the flat above the pub. "Some punk broke in, thrashed the place n' took somethin' o' me mums. Wanted ta see if ye guys could git prints and maybe catch the lil' bastard." He pulled the keys out and unlocked the front door, not about to take a cop up the fire escape and using the more normal through the pub route.
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