Kingfisher — Roleplayer Guild

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Unsurprisingly, Nyxvira Bloodbloom hated Police Stations. The feeling of powerlessness, of your fate being completely and utterly in someone else’s hands. Like lusting after one of those pretty people who wouldn’t pay you a second glance when you were a child. 

It had been years since the Queenpin had set foot in a Police Station, and the armed escort did little to ease the transition. The Superintendents goons swarmed around her like flies around a rotting corpse as they escourted her to the interrogation room, with its sickly white lights and enormous one-way mirror.

The officers parked her down in a much-too-small chair, before marching out and slamming the door behind them, leaving her to wallow in silence.

Nyxie hadn't recognised a single one of her people whilst glancing over the station on her way in. That didn’t necessarily mean there weren’t any flittering amongst the ranks of Tolstoi’s rabble, but it wasn’t a good sign. 

Had the Superintendent managed to root the Syndicate’s muscle out of her private circle? Improbable, but not entirely impossible. 

She’d make a good mob boss. The Faerie mused inwardly, as she waited impatiently in the chamber, drumming her fingers against the cold metal desk. 

Behind the glass, the interrogation crew. It seemed awfully limited for an interview with one of America's most powerful crime lord. Ivendale, there with his computer to quickly research anything Nyx would say to make sure she wasn't trying to invent stories. Zug, having been an inspector before he detailed the faerie very carefully for any facial expression, hints of what she was thinking. Sidney, just to be sure no one from her Syndicate tried something extremely bold and... Krubus. Always shadowing Veronika and there for reason that were known only to him and the Superintendent.

It wasn't long until people were siting and waiting for the main actress to arrive, but the Superintendent, after almost half an hour, was nowhere to be found. It was Ivendale, annoyed they'd lose his time like this, that spoke first. "Ooookay then, anyone knows what's keeping the Superintendent?"

 Krubus merely scoffed as he continued to clean his weapon. It was Sid who looked down with surprise. "No one told you? She's sleeping right now. It's night." The elf's mouth opened in disbelief while the ogre looked at the rest of the crew with surprise. 

Ivendale spoke. "What?! We have the city's crime boss in our interrogation room and we'll just leave her like that?" That hardly seemed productive, but Sid just laughed it off, looking at the female behind the glass that was no doubt asking herself why no one was there to try and coax answers out of her.

It was Krubus that ultimately enlightened the rest of the crew. "We can have her here for 24h with no fuss. More, if we want to bother with some legal paperwork. So we'll do just that." Sid nodded and faced the group again, side by side with the kobold. "Yup. But since we're good hosts, we'll send someone in every 20 minutes or so to make sure she's alright."

Ivendale rolled his eyes and closed his laptop to leave and go get some sleep himself then. Likewise Zug saluted the two agents and left to go about his business.

Psychological warfare. The duo would keep Nyxie awake and starving for the next 7 hours until Tolstoi bothered to come and visit. "Think she'll throw a little tantrum?" Said Sid, looking at the mobster.

Krubus had a hissing laugh under his breath. "Think she'll break a finger when she punches the bulletproof mirror?" The two of them were joking but were really curious on how Nyx would react.

It took Nyxie a while to catch on, but after the third of her twenty-minute check ups she began realize that they were fucking with her. 

“Do you have any medical conditions we need to be aware of?” Asked the latest uniformed officer to make their way into the interrogation room. 

“I’m sure it's all in your files.” Nyxvira said plainly, as she stared, unflinching, at the wall across from her. 

The officer shrugged and left, the bulky metal door clanging shut behind him. 

The Faerie’s inner-self and outward appearance were in two VERY different states right now, as rage frothed and bubbled beneath her skin, threatening to overflow at any moment. How long were they planning on keeping her here? What if they forfeited regulation and just left her to rot once the twenty four hour mark was up? Her people would catch on by then, and intervene, but that did little to endear Nyxvira towards the prospect. 

Once two hours had passed, the queenpin began to sing. 

“Annabyn annawynne goledorei, gan llewyrallah yai haulore, 
Shinthu bllaanara yai gwaelore, 
Maedu yai caelore eurae torri narwy.” 

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a slight icy quality to it; that one vestige of her usual manner of speaking which broke into the melody. The words drifted calmly out of her lips, whilst the Faerie worked slowly to soothe the anger which was rising inside her. 

Would the SSPD think she was trying to cast a spell, and burst in to try and stop her? She couldn’t tell. Honestly, she was beyond caring at this point. The tyranny of time was scraping viciously away at her at her mind, slowly peeling back her sanity, and she needed some kind of coping mechanism. 

Perhaps someone behind that One-way mirror was versed in traditional Fae dialects, and would know that she was simply singing about the Roman-Persian Wars, a seven hundred and twenty year long conflict which fascinated the Faerie peoples? 

She didn’t know. She didn’t care. 

This was like she was back at Camp Bowie for Sidney. Good old camouflage training where she had to stay motionless for hours on end because the officers in charge of finding them did exactly as Veronika was doing now: Go to sleep and come back tomorrow. At least now she had the luxury to do something productive, even if it was just loading every magazine of the police department.

"Whatcha readin'..." The Kobold looked up from what he had in his hands to look at Sidney. "My rifle's instruction manual." They both laughed it off as they realized just how bored they both were. It was when they heard the singing from the microphone they jumped up, Krubus to the console and Sid to her gun. 

"Is it casting?!" Said Sid as she moved her hand to the door handle leading to the corridor, ready to take the few short steps to the interrogation room to put an end to this.

"How should I know..." Krubus replied as he tried to look on Nyxie's face for any give away of anger or other sign she was trying something. Turning around, Sid opened the door but the Kobold raised a hand. "Wait!"

"Interrogation rooms are enchanted to be magic proof, no suspect with anything dangerous allowed." It was a fact everyone knew acutely because of how impractical it was not to be able to cast a little spell to force people to talk. Something about this being coercion and illegal.

"So we should trust some magical engineering of the 50s?" Sid replied, not convinced the place was up to code against magical casting. Krubus began to relax and sat back in his chair.

"I'll send it to Ivendale in the morning. If it's a spell, even if she did communicate instructions or whatnot to her goons, then we have her on camera casting it and thus being in a breach of rule, so we can detain her even longer... Plus we'll know what message she was sending."

Sid was hardly convinced. In fact she'd like to wake Ivendale right now to know if this was dangerous and thus if she could enter and put a bullet in the fat bitch's head! "Just stand down, its harmless... and..." Sid frowned, really disliking how Krubus, being outside the usual chain of command, allowed himself to not obey her. Still... she allowed him to finish his train of thought. "...Having as many spoken words of her on record can always be useful."

Psh... Krubus was an exception in term of kobold, skilled and in the police... but ultimately he came back to being what his entire species was: Crafty. And to a lesser extend: Dishonorable. The chances they could manufacture something useful from the recordings of whatever few words Nyx had said however were abysmally low. Still, she sat down. Waiting some more.

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It was at 5 in the morning that the Superintendent arrived at the police HQ, her personal car escorted by 2 police ones and 4 officers on motorbike. Maybe overkill in terms of security, but considering the problems they had before, Veronika preferred to go overboard than not.

On this fine morning the Superintendent was rather vexed, indeed the circumstances had forced us to leave her home without having the time for a breakfast. Then again, she supposed her anger was probably nothing in face of the one of Miss Bloodbloom she was walking to meet, forced to stay awake, without any distraction or food whatsoever, for the last 8 or so hours. 

Veronika would feel bad about herself, if it wasn't for the fact that the Faerie was stuck so far in what Veronika considered 'Evil'. 

People moved to the side to allow the woman to pass at her brisk pace as she went straight to the control room of the interrogation one Nyx was in. As she entered, the two individuals inside looked up from their 'Go fish' game. Krubus got up as a sign of respect, but Sid allowed herself to remain seated. Considering she had been up for the last 8h, doing a whole lot of nothing for her, Veronika decided to let it slide. "Anything?"

Sid just got up and took her jacket, leaving that one for Krubus. "Perhaps something, I'll run it by Ivendale once he's here before I end my shift."

"Thank god for overtime." Whispered Sidney. "Interrogation crew?" Asked the kobold.

"You're it." Replied the Superintendent before walking out without any other word, quickly followed by Sidney who walked away from the entire ordeal, closing the door behind her.

Veronika didn't take the time to stop to clear her mind, prepare herself mentally or touch up her makeup. Her mind was clear, prepared and her face perfect (With what she was given to work with), as always.

She opened the door and looked at Nyxie, admiring how composed she had remained despite the ordeal. The last person she had 'Left to cook' tried to assault a police officer and had to be put down, at the great satisfaction of Veronika who didn't have enough to convict him. No, Bloodbloom would be tougher to crack, if she even could.

Her pacing got a bit slower as she reached the table and placed down a folder, taking the time to run her finger along the edge to push it in a perfectly symmetrical position. And, signaling the end of the waiting period, the Superintendent sat in front of the crime boss, taking out a silver ornamented pen (gift from her father) and opening the folder.

Diligent as always however, Veronika first filled the bureaucratic element of the report, her calligraphy so perfect it seemed to come from a machine and after a minute, placed the pen down once again to finally look up to Nyxvira Bloodbloom.

"Thank you for your patience Miss Bloodbloom. I am Veronika Tolstoi, Superintendent of the Santa Somabra Police Department. Do you have an opening statement or any questions before we begin?" 

Another person would probably have had a smug smile as they thanked Nyx for her 'patience', but Veronika was cold, detached and emotionless, as if she was simply going through the motions, Bloodbloom being nothing but another common criminal.

Nyxvira considered this for a moment. She envied the Superintendent’s emotionless demeanor, something that the Faerie herself had lost about three hours ago. She was tired, and she wanted to go home; but this whore-faced cur seemed intent on fucking about with her, possibly for the sake of fucking about with her. 

Was she trying to make some kind of statement? Had she not stopped to contemplate the repercussions of what she was doing? 

Half of Nyxie wanted to ask her something stupid like “Who’d win in a fight, a shark or a bear?” and spend the next few hours making Veronika feel as hair-splittingly agitated as the Faerie herself was feeling, but she resisted. 

She’d keep it calm, for now. She wouldn’t say anything that could be used against her, just in case. Chances were she could have her people inside the SSPD to destroy anything potentially incriminating, but she wasn’t taking any chances with this woman. 

“A pleasure, Miss Tolstoi,” The Faerie said coldly, looking the superintendent up and down “If you could start by explaining what I’m doing here, that’d be greatly appreciated.” 

Oh? Too bad, the superintendent had hopped to make the mob boss lose her temper and make her say, or do, things that she might had regreted. No matter, Bloodbloom was still exactly where Tolstoi wanted her to be. "Of course." She said.

Veronika placed her pen down right at the side of her folder and looked up to Nyx, joining her fingers between them both. "You are under suspicion of murdering Edmund Jankovic, Ted West, Emilie Harding and an as of yet unidentified Orc. This of course, along with the other crimes associated to it, unlawful discharging of a weapon, assault, et cetera, et cetera."

"These are however not yet formal accusations as I am waiting for further evidence to be gathered, but in the meantime, I am keeping you under protective custody." The Superintendent leaned in a little as she joined her palms together, as she readied herself to show her leverage.

"Under rules and regulations, we can keep usual suspects in custody for a period of 24 hours. Under the suspicion of murder however, this goes to 96. Hours." She insisted on that last part, but oh, she was far from done. "After that of course its a matter of if I judge the evidence found to be sufficient. As I said, there is a case to be made and if maybe not a strong one, that would incur, as dictated by the 114th Congress Public Law 38, you to be held until the 'earliest practicable time' that a court of law can examine your case."

She leaned back on her chair, more relaxed despite fixating the woman in front of her with the same neutral expression. "As I am a personal friend of the District Judge General you can however be certain I will make sure the earliest practical time is... very 'practical' indeed." For her own self, of course.

"So, at the minimum this would give a 30 day delay, the period which my officers are allowed to present new proofs to be used in court, but could easily go to 70 days and beyond. If we should reach that point, you will be allowed to communicate with your lawyers and they, with the District Attorney General Albert... Well, that would be Mister Breech for the non acquainted, will see the period of time befitting the start of the trial depending on the sanctions of section 3162 applying to this subsection."

"As you are accused of murder, you would be held here, for this entire duration with no possibility of a bail. Then..."

"Notwithstanding the provisions of subsection (b) of this section, for the first twelve-calendar-month period following the effective date of this section as set forth in section 3163(a), the time limit imposed with respect to the period between arrest and indictment by subsection (b) of this section shall be 60 days, for the second such 12 month period such time limit shall be 45 days and for the third such period such time limit shall be 35 days."

At this point she was just recalling her law studies and making one thing very clear: Veronika was a bureaucrat, not a policewoman. And somehow, that made her very, very good at being a pain in the ass.

"... This is becoming tedious and I understand you have no studies of our great judiciary or law system. But to get to what would be the ultimate amount of time you could be held here without any trial to actually end... we're talking about 7 years. Its the reasonable time after which the validity of any proof we would have could not be recognized in court, then you would be entirely free and never could anyone use the events that happened today... well, yesterday, against you in a court of law.

"2555 days in prison, 2557 days if you count the leap years. We'd have to compensate you afterward of course, since that's becoming quite the amount of time and we understand you have a life to go on with, but that's what it takes to catch criminals."

She watched silently for a moment, allowing her to process the unreal and ridiculous amounts of time involved when someone, rather than do like the previous chiefs of police and try to get criminals through the judiciary system as quickly as possible, went entirely the other way and devolved all of their efforts to slow the machine to an halt. Of course, this would likely not go so far, this was the absolute limit Veronika could keep some shmuck stuck here, and no doubt Nyxie had some very good lawyers, but fact remained Veronika wasn't here to win this case, she just wanted it to drag on and on and on...

"This is what you expose yourself to, Miss Bloodbloom, should you refuse to cooperate with me."

Fucking pretentious cunt-faced son of a...

"Well, I'm sure neither of us want that." Nyxvira managed through gritted teeth, fighting with every cell in her body to keep her fists from clenching. 

Motherfucking piece of shit judicial system.

"I can assure you you'll be receiving my full co-operation." 

I'll jam my foot up your snatch, you worthless whore-spawn.

"Jankovic and West are...were part of my private secuirty detail, and I'm very saddened to hear of their deaths." The Faerie said slowly "The woman and the Orc I can't speak for, regrettably. I hadn't heard about the unfortunate passing of my two employees. Might I enquire as to when this happened?" 

Secuirty footage from the Red Windmil had been looped, so there was no way of placing Nyxvira at the scene of the crime. She'd pulled a few strings at the Imperius, so as far as official records were concerned, she'd been booked in at the Hotel for the last three days. The hotel earsed all of its security footage after two days, and any video evidence of the Faerie not being at the hotel would be conveniantly mishandled before it could reach the Superintendent. 

Ted West had indeed been contracted as part of Nyxvira's small army of personal bodyguards, but the shootout at the Red Windmill had occured when he was officially off-duty, so the only thing linking his death to the Faerie queepin was professional association. 

As for Jankovic; vamprism was a crime under California state laws, and the vampire hunter's license was still valid, so Nyxvira had done nothing illegal by hiring him to take care of Concetto Nyctari- a well known fugitive, who was wanted by the SSPD-. There might not have been a court-approved execution in California since 2006, but Vamprism was punishable by death under federal laws imposed by the Magical Regulations Bureau. 

"I can't speak as to what those under my employ get up to when they're off the clock, but I'll try to answer any relevant questions as best I can."

"Of course..." Veronika took a few more notes before looking at Nyxie with her unflinching gaze for a moment. Looking away, she slowly pulled the cover back on the file she was writing in, closing it and then slowly pushing it at the side of the table. She waited a few seconds.

Behind the scene, or to be more accurate behind the mirror, Krubus ended the recording of all equipment, knowing the signal that her boss wanted to talk 'in private'. Still... he took the liberty to take out his phone and push his swivel chair in a corner of the room. He began recording and made sure to only have the mob boss in the frame. The voices were still being transmited by the microphone if not recorded and he'd make sure to edit away the Superintendent's voice as he always did to make sure this isn't... to compromising. It would still be of course, as even if this wouldn't be evidence to be used in a court, it would cast doubt, and that would do all the wrongs possible.

So he simply planned on not letting that fall into wrong hands, storing it instead in a Batman USB key hidden behind his computer desk at home.

Veronika took a hold of her father's pen with fingers on both side and observed it for a long moment before looking up at the mobster in front of her. "I know you didn't do it. Everyone knows, but nobody cares. At the end of the day you just have so many more enemies outside of this room rather than friends that there is simply more pressure to see you die than to see you live. I will confess of something to you."

Not letting go of her pencil, Veronika leaned toward Nyxie. "I called Concetto Nyctari. And I told him that in exactly 3 hours and 22 minutes, you will walk out of here in the back alley, sedated because you tried to assault me, and that you will be defenseless... No one but me and Nyctari knows this."

She went silent for a moment and leaned back. "Nothing you can say or do, nothing you might try to convince me might happen if you die, will make me change my mind... Unless."

She slowly placed the pen on the table. "You ask me to be your friend. And do as anyone who had a good friend as the chief of the police would do, and ask me to protect you." 

The Superintendent slowly pushed the pen toward the crime boss. "I want you to sign an official request for police protection because you fear someone might try to end your life and I will dispatch 24h escorts with you. All the time, everywhere, along with agreeing to have a microphone on your person."

She removed her hand from the pen and at the same time, Krubus got a hold of his pistol, ready for Nyx to grab the pen and try to stab Veronika in the throat with it.

"I won't try to play that down, it's almost as bad as it sounds. But here's the thing... At the end of the day, I mostly don't care about you. The people you sell drugs to... that's just nature weeding out the weak. The mobsters you kill? It makes my heart beam with joy each time a lowlife decided to use his ammunition to kill another thug than a real, upstanding citizen or police officer. It really only annoy me that your racket and protection schemes don't pay any taxes, but then again you probably pay as much in bribery to officials and, somehow, you pay for people's salaries to."

"These officers will work undercover, you don't have to tell anyone about who they are or what they do. They are completely and utterly loyal to me. But ultimately, I ask you to trust me. I know I will find some really dirty things about you if I can hear what you say all the time, but I guarantee you one thing. I swear to you, on my honor, that as long as you do not betray my trust, I will not betray yours. And once we part ways, that means once duty calls me for being more than a police chief, then it will all stop, and there will be no records of this ever happening. What there will be of course is all the evidence I will have gathered, waiting to be used if you would open your mouth about me but considering how long you'll live compared to me, a simple human? Its not a sword that will stay above your head forever."

"And likewise, the officers will keep quiet, but they will also make every possible document to point out that if they die, you are the one to have done it, I will even ask you to help them falsify these proofs and make a case hard as concrete against you that will no doubt get you to the chair if you decide to kill them."

Veronika crossed her legs as she looked at Bloodbloom, grim, stoic and confident. "You agree to all that and you don't die in 3 hours. Not only that, but your best interest will become my best interest. You can consider Concetto dead. I know where he hides, I've known for months, it just didn't suit me to take him out. I'll take care of the remnants too and on top of that I'll even turn a blind eye on the pettiest of crimes. Luckily for you, those are often the most lucrative ones. Drug dealings, prostitution... What the people do of their own will and with their own money isn't the government's business. Though, I will ask you to lay off most of the protection schemes, protecting people is the police's job and at times, I might ask you to use your resources to help me. Nothing that would compromise you, I mainly aim to stop senseless violence, I think you might know what I'm talking about..."

The Somabra slayer...

"And of course, an increase in perceived security will also bring in more business and growth to the city, which will in turn result in higher wages and employment, thus insuring an influx of new customers and thus, profits from your activities, what I offer is also a sound long term solution..."

Tolstoi allowed herself to lean back in her chair. "And of course, this is non negotiable. You agree or you die. Feel free to ask about specifics, I may or may not have answers to give you."

Nyxvira remained quiet whilst Veronika spoke, watching her from across the table with her large golden eyes. 

She let silence hang over the room once the Superintendent had finished, regarding her for some time with nothing but a calm stare. 

The woman was certainly an apt tactician, and clearly knew how to get under the skin of slum lords and mob bosses. 

But Nyxvira wasn't just a mob boss. She was the Queenpin.

She'd taken control of a city which was caught in a constant, bloody civil war; threatening to rip itself apart at the slightest provocation. Her enemies were immortal beings who would construct skyscrapers decades in advanced, so that they could use them as the perfect place to position their snipers in battles which wouldn't unfold for another fifty years. You didn't get monsters like these to kneel and pay tribute to you by making deals with Policewomen. 

That said, Veronika's threats were impressive. They almost certainly would have worked on anyone else. 

Was she telling the truth? It didn't matter. Nyxvira had gambled her life before, and was willing to do so again. Whilst making the Faerie wait hours upon hours before Veronika turned up was a good interrogation tactic, it also meant that the Bloodbloom Syndicate had more than enough time to find out where their leader was being held. 

If Concetto's men did turn up to try and finish Nyxie off, they'd get a bullet through the skull. 

Her people were almost certainly watching the station by now.

If Veronika decided to carry out her threat of letting the Faerie rot in jail, they'd find a way to get her out. It might be a crazed gunman, a suicide bomber, or a fully-armed squad of greysuits, but they'd figure something out. 

She'd have to go underground after that, but she'd get by. The Faerie had immortality on her side, after all. 

"Those are some very strong, baseless, accusations, madam," She said at last "and whilst I enjoyed the showomanship, I'm afraid I don't do...whatever it is you think I do. I'm an employee of JPMorgan, not Al Capone." 

Nyxvira allowed her words to hang in the air. 

"You're welcome to hold me here, if you wish. Or release me. I won't indulge your fantasy, any longer." 

Veronika took a deep breath. She knew it wouldn't be this easy, it never was. Still, this was a better outcome than Bloodbloom accepting but deciding to fuck everything over afterward. Obviously Nyxvira thought she had leverage still, but the Superintendent was quite certain she had distributed the entire deck.

"Of course you'd say that. You'd be a terrible mob boss if you didn't have contingencies... this means that someone is vastly underestimating someone else here. Time will tell." Veronika got up.

"You will be terminated in a little less than 3 hours. So I suggest you make the mental preparations for it. I'll sens my anesthetist in a few minutes for your scheduled 'resistance'. In the mean time I'll go direct the dismemberment of your syndicate. Goodbye miss Bloodbloom. You shan't be missed."

As businesslike as when Veronika entered, she took a hold of the papers and the pen, leaving nothing behind as she exited the room and went to the one Krubus was located. The kobold sighed and closed the camera. "That could have gone better."

Veronika only nodded before going to the console table and reopen the camera and begin to save footage again. "I will go administer the sedatives, miss Tolstoi." As Krubus got up, Veronika raised a hand to stop him. "No, I have someone else on the case. A... Mister Bell, if I remember correctly."

That name... it awoke nothing, Krubus had honestly no idea who that man might be and it showed on his face. Veronika however, allowed herself a rare corner of a smile. "He's a plant. Nyctari plant. You see, when I phoned Concetto, I wanted a way to get rid of Bloodbloom before she left the station. I can read her, she's confident in her men. At her place I would be too, which is why she should never meet up with them."

"And so God answered my prayer with him, asking me to be part of the case about Bloodbloom with some story about how she killed his family and so forth. I played dumb, have him a handshake and welcomed him aboard. I'm not stupid, and neither is Concetto actually, he'll try and end Nyxvira before she leaves, while she has nothing to defend her and before her gang makes a move."

The kobold beamed, seeing the logic of the plan, now Veronika could kill Nyx with complete deniability! "Still, I expect this to go wrong, the guy just needs to say something stupid to tip Bloodbloom off, which is why we'll keep the camera on... and why I want you to stay here and finish the job."

Make sure Bloodbloom died. The poor schmuck being set up might succeed, who knew, but if he didn't. "Oh and Krubus? If Mister Bell's work becomes violent... if he survives the encounter, make sure he didn't. Use your service pistol." Tie up loose end, and be able to say Nyx stole Bell's pistol and blame her for the murder. Plans within plans. This was why the kobold admired her.

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The door opened, showing a short and gaunt man. Mister Bell smiled with all his teeth and raised a hand, lightly pressing on the innoculator to let a transparent liquid out. "Good morning ma'am, you're just about to be freed. Just need to make sure you're... relaxed for your leave."

The police officer casually walked behind Bloodbloom and as he left her field of vision, his smile became more wicked until immediately behind Nyxvira, he raised the needle dramatically. "It might sting a little. Oh and! Nyctari sends his regards." And with this as the only warning, he plunged the needle downward.

A slither of light crept into Nyxvira's vision, as the world came flooding back to greet her. 

"Motherfucker..." She hissed, as the huge woman pulled herself up off of the ground, the left side of her head thumping and throbbing like mad. 

Down at her feet, spread out across the cobbles, lay the corpse of a police officer, his wide eyes staring lifelessly up at the sky. Apart from the thin thread-like red incision which bit through the centre of his chest, there were no other signs of combat on his body. 

Even in her groggy state, Nyxie knew whose handiwork it was almost instantly. 

"Sharrahonzu." 

"My lady."

The blind woman stepped slowly into view, as she sheathed her Katana with the delicate flick of one wrist. Lady Sharrahonzu inclined her head to the Queenpin, whilst dabbing at the small trickle of blood which ebbed down the side of her light brown cheek. 

"Grezbill should be here with a car soon, madam." Sharranhonzu said in her quiet voice. 

"Good," Nyxie grunted, rubbing at her tired eyes "I want every officer who was involved in my arrest hanging from a tower in the Narrows by the next time the sun sets." 

"And the Superintendent?" Sharrahonzu asked. 

"Leave her be," The Faerie replied "She might be of some use to us yet."
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