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The Dead Don't Die.

Becker

Location:Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

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After the officer suggested getting their statements over the phone or sending someone to talk to them, Becker nodded in agreement. "That works for us," she replied, whilst swiftly jotting down her phone number on the officer's notepad. "Here you go," she said, handing it back to him with a polite smile. "We'll be available whenever you need us for further clarification."

With that, she turned to Flynn, a sense of relief evident in her expression. "Looks like we dodged a trip to the station," she remarked. "Let's hope they sort this out quickly."

Becker glanced at her phone, reading Dave's message about overseeing the ambulance. She trusted the kid's competence despite being new on the job. Considering the time and the chaotic events, Becker contemplated getting some rest but decided on one final action to ensure the perimeter was settled first.

The Dead Don't Die.

Becker

Location:Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

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Becker nodded in response to Flynn's introduction, shaking his hand firmly. "Nice to meet you too" she replied reassuringly. When the officer asked if they could come to the station, Becker glanced at Flynn, noting his nervousness. "Of course, officer. We understand," she said calmly, trying to alleviate Flynn's concerns. "Is it possible to take our statements here instead? It might save some time," she added, gesturing to the scene around them. "We're more than willing to cooperate fully to help with your investigation," she assured, giving Flynn a reassuring look to indicate that everything would be fine.

The Dead Don't Die.

Becker

Location:Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

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Flynn's quip about stormtrooper aim drew a smirk from Becker, though her amusement was fleeting, replaced by a somber nod at the mention of loading the bodies but thankfully Dave got her covered.

As Dave teased about the new boyfriend remark, Becker rolled her eyes playfully, giving him a light shove. "Just gettouta here will you." she retorted with a chuckle before turning back to Flynn.

"Next steps, well... we still need to give our statements, and they'll likely want to question you. It's just part of the process" Becker explained, her gaze flickering towards the camera but then focusing back on Flynn. "Just stick to the truth. You were defending yourself and others. The rest... well, we'll navigate it as it comes."

She offered Flynn a reassuring smile, a silent understanding passing between them amid the chaos and uncertainty.

"Oh, by the way," Becker extended her hand towards Flynn and offered a friendly smile. "Becker," she said, waiting for his response.

The Dead Don't Die.

Becker

Location:Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

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As the officer spoke, Becker maintained her composure, nodding in understanding. "Understood. We'll handle it," she assured them, her gaze shifting momentarily to the reporters filming the unfolding events.

Becker stood with her hands on her waist, her gaze shifting between the two bodies covered by white sheets. Becker begins to understand then the urgency of the situation and the necessity of Flynn's decisive actions. "I guess desperate times call for desperate measures," she remarked.

Becker glanced at Flynn, her expression a mix of mild scrutiny and understanding. Becker nodded at Dave's comment,"Yeah, interesting would be one way to put it," she muttered dryly, glancing at the chaotic scene around them. She then turned to Dave and Flynn, managing a faint smile. "Let's just hope the rest of the day isn't as eventful."

The Dead Don't Die.

Becker

Location:Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

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Becker knew that Flynn's request had merit. The last thing they needed was the media stirring up further panic amidst the already chaotic scene. With a nod of agreement, she moved to intercept the reporters, her mind already racing with potential damage control strategies to mitigate the situation.

As she approached the reporters, Becker couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency creeping in. With each passing moment, the situation seemed to grow more dire, and she knew that every action they took could have far-reaching consequences.

Becker's heart pounded with a mixture of shock and disbelief as she watched Flynn take matters into his own hands, firing his crossbow with deadly accuracy. The sight of the bolt piercing the assailant's eye, bringing him crashing to the ground, left her momentarily frozen in place.

Becker shot Flynn an incredulous look, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. "Damn it, I expected you to keep him at bay, not put a target on him." her tone laced with disbelief as she watched the man drop to the ground.

Despite feeling a pang of dismay at the unfolding chaos and Flynn's impulsive actions, Becker recognized the dire circumstances at hand. As tensions mounted and the officer's gun remained trained on Flynn, she weighed her options carefully.

"Easy, Officer," she urged, her voice calm but firm. "We're all just trying to make sense of this mess." Despite her reservations, Becker knew that diffusing the situation peacefully was paramount, even if it meant defending Flynn's actions in the heat of the moment. "But right now we need to get these people to safety. Can you start ushering them away from here?"

Though she may not have agreed with Flynn's methods, she recognized that desperate times often required unconventional solutions. And in this moment, she knew that defending Flynn was the only way to ensure a peaceful resolution to the chaotic scene unfolding before them. At least that's what she initially thought.

The Dead Don't Die.

Becker

Location:Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

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As the police officer finished jotting down Becker's statement, she offered a nod of gratitude. "Thank you," she said courteously, accepting the officer's card and slipping it into her pocket. Glancing at Dave, she gestured subtly towards the exit, silently signaling their readiness to leave.

Dave nodded in agreement, his expression reflecting a mix of relief and apprehension. However, before they could depart, the sudden commotion outside captured their attention—a crash followed by a piercing scream echoed through the cafe.

Reacting swiftly, Becker and Dave hurried to the window, their eyes widening in shock at the unfolding scene. The once-injured victim, now seemingly revitalized, launched an aggressive attack on one of the EMTs, prompting urgent intervention from the responding officers.

With adrenaline surging, Becker turned to Dave, her tone urgent. "We can't just stand here. We need to help," she insisted, her gaze darting towards Flynn, who stood nearby. "We could use an extra pair of hands."

Dave nodded in agreement, his resolve firm as they prepared to intervene in the escalating chaos.

The Dead Don't Die.

Becker

Location:Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

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"Could be," Becker replied thoughtfully to Flynn's suggestion, acknowledging the possibility of drug-induced behavior contributing to the incident. She had encountered similar scenarios in her line of work, though each situation presented its own unique challenges.

As one of the officers approached and directed his attention towards her, Becker turned her focus to the task at hand. "Of course," she replied, her tone cooperative as she prepared to provide her statement. "I'll do my best to recount what I saw." With a nod to Flynn, she turned her attention back to the officer.

Becker's thoughts raced, her mind already piecing together the details of the chaotic scene. With her EMT training kicking in, she remained focused on providing an accurate account of what had transpired, determined to assist the authorities in their investigation.

"My colleague and I had just finished our shift and decided to grab a bite to eat. That's when we heard the commotion near the entrance." Her words measured and precise as she recalled the moments leading up to the arrival of the paramedics. "The man had a severe bite wound on his arm, and he looked pale and disoriented. My first instinct was to assess his condition and offer assistance."

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The Dead Don't Die.

Becker

Location:Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

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Becker regarded the new comer with a neutral expression as he approached, his sudden appearance adding a layer of complexity to the already tense situation. As the paramedics wrapped up their assessment and prepared to transport the injured man, Becker watched their departure with a sense of relief. The stranger's inquiry about the victim drew her attention back to him, and she regarded him cautiously, taking a moment to assess his motives.

"We're not entirely sure," Becker replied, her tone guarded yet cooperative. "Seems he got into some sort of altercation, ended up with a nasty bite. Could be anything, really." She gestured towards the departing stretcher, her gaze briefly flickering towards the arriving police officers.

As the officers began their inquiries, Becker noted the man's reaction with a subtle raise of her eyebrow. She refrained from commenting on his unease, opting instead for a diplomatic response. "Looks like the police are here to gather statements. Just routine procedure," she explained, offering a polite yet cautious smile.

"I suppose by any chance, you happen to catch anything that could explain what happened?" gesturing towards the departing stretcher with a subtle tilt of her head. "A bite like that doesn't just happen every day."

The Dead Don't Die.

Becker

Location:Coffee Shop
Skills: N/A

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As the crowd began to disperse, some murmurs of disappointment rippled through the cafe. The offer of complimentary food and drinks swayed a few more patrons to make their exit, their expressions a mix of gratitude and lingering curiosity.

Becker acknowledged the barista's hopeful glance, as she silently urged the remaining patrons to follow suit. Yet for the patrons, despite the tempting offer, the handful that opted to stay, Becker thought, should linger in case their presence was needed for statements or assistance.

Before long, the anticipated arrival of the paramedics cut through the tension. One of them approached the scene.

Becker stepped forward, her voice steady as she briefed the paramedic on the situation. "Possible rabid individual, fever, and exposed bone," she summarized, her tone conveying a sense of urgency as the injured man's condition appeared to worsen. Her trained eyes caught a subtle shift in the man's condition, noting his increasingly pallid complexion and struggle to keep his posture upright. "And he's not looking too well." she added, her concern evident as she gestured towards the now visibly distressed victim.