[I] My shoes? Why the hell does he want to see my sho.. Damn it! I stepped on that bastard didn't I? [/I] Leroy came to the realization of what the officer was getting at and what had most likely lead him here, though he didn't show it on his face he knew that he was royally screwed. He shifted his right foot very slightly, recalling which foot he used to step on the body, which was most likely rotting in a body bag as he spoke. [I] Rookie mistake Leroy. You never let your emotions compromise a job. [/I] He thought to himself before scanning over the room again to take a gage of the situation. [I] We could take this guy out. No, a dead Crow is one thing, but this officer is only doing his job. [/I] He shook his head slightly before stepping from behind Jeff, ending up beside him. "I don't really know why you want to admire my foot wear, but very well sir." He said in the same calm, cold voice. He lifted up his left foot, keeping his right one planted firmly planted on the floor, revealing a clean shoe with a crow engraved on the soul. "Tailored it myself." He said with a slight smirk in his tone. As he talked his left hand, now fully behind his back, gave of a slight pale glow of his now fully prepared Charge. "I could tailor you a pair if you like sir." He said as he lowered his foot. [I] All I have to do is get past him and I'm home free. [/I] He thought as he gave a look to each of his brothers and sister in arms hoping they'd get what he was planning, seeing as he done this escape trick with them before.