The first actual police work Samantha had done in a year, and everyone was trying to sweep it under the rug as possible. Both the Captain and Hiegle had their arms crossed on the opposite side of the large desk where she sat. It was the vision of a scolding headmaster.
"Detective Hiegle did make it clear to return at once did he not?"
"And I did, we already had the girl captive when Briars checked in."
"I believe my exact words were 'drop everything and get your asses back to the precinct" Samantha glared at Dan.
"Well I wasn't the one you were speaking to was I?"
The captain cut them both off before anything could escalate. "I don't have the time or patience to deal with this. Cut the girl lose officer Wiles and report to town hall 800 hours tomorrow morning."
Samantha stood to try and stop him as he made his way to open the door of his office.
"With all due respect sir, I think that would be a mistake. She was with the para, she claims to have worked with him before."
"She's a teenage sewer rat who would sell her own mother to keep out of trouble." Dan cut in again. Samantha moved aside to let him pass her, but of course he stood still.
"Sir, may we speak in private" She moved in front of the Captain, forcing him to make eye contact with her. After a moment, and a labored sigh, he nodded Dan out of his office.
"Thank you."
"Make this worth my time Wiles"
Samantha swallowed, she'd hoped to not reveal what she knew so soon; at least not until she was sure. "I believe Holly Farstel to be a parahuman."
Whatever influence she'd had to dismiss Hiegle had evaporated. "Do you have any evidence? Did you see anything?"
"No. I just- I feel like if we let this one go we're going to regret it later."
The captain sighed again, "What I will regret, is giving Lorne more reason to pull their lobbying with government officials. In case you haven't noticed officer, the city has been on the brink ever since the tower fell, and it is all too quickly coming to a head, and it is us who will be taking the blame if things go anymore sideways. No, I don't think I will regret saving resources that could be spent searching for the literal abomination that was set loose this afternoon."
Samantha, bit back her objection and gave a stiff nod. She knew well enough that her fight was lost.
"Good. We want you at the City Hall clinic tomorrow, 8am, dress blues. Smile, look friendly, there will be pictures."
He stepped outside and closed the door behind him, leaving Samantha alone in his office; a child put in time-out the think about their actions. The desk was a mess, strewn with paper. The captain was old fashioned, one of the few that prefered to keep physical files on hand. None of the ones Samantha could see seemed of any interest, and she wasn't about to snoop around. She peered through the blinds just as the door leading to the interrogation rooms opened. Briars stepped out leading Holly.
Samantha quietly stepped outside the door surveying for either Hiegle or the Captain. With neither in sight she approached her partner.
"I'm going home for today"
"I heard, they're sending me out with Jefferson, everything okay?" The genuine worry in her voice almost made Samantha smile, if she wasnt so focused on slipping a folded piece of paper into the teenager's hand unnoticed.
"Yeah fine, they're just giving my some busy PR work at town hall, just wanted to say good bye."
"Okay, well goodbye." Briars replied, slightly confused. Samantha nodded and turned away, barely let her eyes fall on Holley, before leaving the precinct.
"Life sure was nice when I could blame all my problems on someone else."
P L A C E H O L D E R
Marie Charlotte Brunswick ______________________________________________________ November 1st, 2004 | 15 | Caucasian ______________________________________________________ Hetrosexual | ♀ | Single ______________________________________________________ Sophomore | Silver Comb | Oren (Southern White-Lipped Python)
D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E:
Marie has an average height of 5'4, a average weight of 121lbs, and an average face. Nothing about her particularly stands out among the number of teenagers attending Mather Memorial. While she owns nicer and more expensive clothes she typically opts for a pair of jeans matched with a t-shit or hoodie depending on the season. The most attention Marie draws to herself is the occasional deadpan comment in class; showing just enough backbone not to be made the butt of the more popular kid's jokes or pranks. To most people, Marie is little more than another piece of the school's backdrop, which, being the middle-semester transfer with a felon father, suits her fine.
M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
I want to play Marie as a character who hasn't been much more than a bystander in her own life. She's had wealth, but that came from her father with many strings attached, even her reputation at her former school was dictated by that which her brothers left behind from their time there. Then she suddenly finds herself in Crestwood Hollow with the chance for a fresh start that she has no idea what to do with. I want the discovery of her magic to be in tandem with her discovering the kind of person she really is, rather than whatever her family always dictated she be or do.
Prior to coming into her magic, I want Marie to explore the Hollow as a sort of thrill-seeker. She feels something off with the town, and highly suspects that it is haunted, though she'd never admit to believing in the paranormal. Her main focus will be the school itself, being one of the oldest buildings in the town and having a tumultuous history behind it to boot.
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
Marie has been living in Crestwood Hollow for just over half a year with her 28 year old brother. She hasn't put forth any effort to make new friends, and finds the entire town too eerie to feel 'settled in'. Prior to moving to New Hampshire, the Brunswick's were a wealthy Wall-Street-working family in New York. Right until the patriarch of the family was arrested for insider trading and stock-broker fraud in 2015. It took two years for his sentence to be finalized and for everyone to realize it was a bit more than a 'temporary setback'. Marie's stepmother was gone as soon as her father's money had run dry from lawyer's fees and court fines, which left her to live with her brother, David. Their move the Crestwood was his idea, and the first step in his plan to move away from the stocks towards real-estate development. Since moving, he has been trying to persuade the local government to build a 'vacation complex'- mostly a boardwalk along the beach, south of the harbor, to be lined with vacation condos, over-priced restaurants as well as a super-mall in the south-side.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
The large-scale commercial development projects Marie's brother has been petitioning for will likely put her at odds with the more traditionalist Hollow residents.
"Life sure was nice when I could blame all my problems on someone else."
P L A C E H O L D E R
Marie Charlotte Brunswick ______________________________________________________ November 1st, 2004 | 15 | Caucasian ______________________________________________________ Hetrosexual | ♀ | Single ______________________________________________________ 10 | Silver Comb | Oren (Southern White-Lipped Python)
D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E:
Marie has an average height of 5'4, a average weight of 121lbs, and an average face. Nothing about her particularly stands out among the number of teenagers attending Mather Memorial. While she owns nicer and more expensive clothes she typically opts for a pair of jeans matched with a t-shit or hoodie depending on the season. The most attention Marie draws to herself is the occasional deadpan comment in class; showing just enough backbone not to be made the butt of the more popular kid's jokes or pranks. To most people, Marie is little more than another piece of the school's backdrop, which, being the middle-semester transfer with a felon father, suits her fine.
M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:
I want to play Marie as a character who hasn't been much more than a bystander in her own life. She's had wealth, but that came from her father with many strings attached, even her reputation at her former school was dictated by that which her brothers left behind from their time there. Then she suddenly finds herself in Crestwood Hollow with the chance for a fresh start that she has no idea what to do with. I want the discovery of her magic to be in tandem with her discovering the kind of person she really is, rather than whatever her family always dictated she be or do.
Prior to coming into her magic, I want Marie to explore the Hollow as a sort of thrill-seeker. She feels something off with the town, and highly suspects that it is haunted, though she'd never admit to believing in the paranormal. Her main focus will be the school itself, being one of the oldest buildings in the town and having a tumultuous history behind it to boot.
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
Marie has been living in Crestwood Hollow for just over half a year with her 28 year old brother. She hasn't put forth any effort to make new friends, and finds the entire town too eerie to feel 'settled in'. Prior to moving to New Hampshire, the Brunswick's were a wealthy Wall-Street-working family in New York. Right until the patriarch of the family was arrested for insider trading and stock-broker fraud in 2015. It took two years for his sentence to be finalized and for everyone to realize it was a bit more than a 'temporary setback'. Marie's stepmother was gone as soon as her father's money had run dry from lawyer's fees and court fines, which left her to live with her brother, David. Their move the Crestwood was his idea, and the first step in his plan to move away from the stocks towards real-estate development. Since moving, he has been trying to persuade the local government to build a 'vacation complex'- mostly a boardwalk along the beach, south of the harbor, to be lined with vacation condos, over-priced restaurants as well as a super-mall in the south-side.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
The large-scale commercial development projects Marie's brother has been petitioning for will likely put her at odds with the more traditionalist Hollow residents.
It took about two days for Samantha to question her discussion to work with detective Hiegel. She didn't typically allow herself regrets; staying with the same man for fifteen years wasn't done without learning a good deal of forgiveness and a general go-with-the-flow attitude. But the flow began pulling her in too many different directions at once, and Samantha felt herself wearing thin. It of course didn't help when her new boss seemed to be going out of his way to make her life miserable.
"You know I'm not in today."
"Look, we're stretched thin. Not many people I can trust with a para-hunt. But if you don't want in I can call another precinct..."
"No, damn it-" She raised her voice to be heard over the baby that had suddenly gone from sleeping to hysterical in her arms. "I'll be at precinct in twenty minutes"
"Briars is already on her way to you." She could hear the self-satisfaction in his voice above the wailing and through the phone, it was borderline impressive. Samantha closed her eyes and threw the phone on the bed for a better hold on Brady whom she began to bounce gently.
"Everything okay in here?" Joseph was standing in the doorway, all surprise and concern.
"I'm fine." She tired to give a reassuring smile as Brady's shrieks subsided to quiet whimpers. "We're both fine."
Her husband came closer and peered down at their son. "But he never cries with you."
"I think he appreciates what a P.O.S. mommy's boss is, don't you darling?" She kissed the top of Brady's head before handing him to Joseph almost absently.
"You're leaving then." It wasn't a question, and there was more than a slight edge of bitterness in his tone that made Samantha feel about a foot tall.
"Emergency meeting, they need a debrief with the city about some para activities." Samantha moved for the bathroom trying to put some distance between herself and her husband.
"I thought the whole point of this new job was that you wouldn't need to rush off like this."
He'd followed her to the bathroom, she kept her eyes focused on the mirror, tying her hair in a regulation plait.
"Well, its more specialized now. You know how it is, hundreds of suits in the streets but there are only a couple liaisons." The silence that followed her half-truth weighed too heavy to leave well alone. "My ride will be here any minute."
She moved passed him to the hallway without daring to look at his face. Staying with the same man for fifteen years made it harder to keep secrets from him.
"Okay. Love you Sam. I'll have dinner ready when you get back."
"I love you too" She turned to smile back at him, relieved at being able to give at least one whole truth, and took two steps back to kiss him before rushing to the front door. "I want Lang's!" Were her final words, just as the unmarked police car pulled to their front door.
--
"What the damage?"
Briars looked at Samantha, who was still strapping on her gear, and tossed a datapad onto the dashboard and hitting the holograph button.
Samantha squinted, trying to differentiate the text in front of the moving scenery behind the windshield.
"I get dragged out for a couple of measly phones?"
"No, that was a few hours ago. Same girl was seen meeting - fighting?" She shook her head "who cares, she was with a para before they both disappeared."
"And our little thief forgot to de-chip the phones." Samantha finished as she clasped her helmet in place. A map displayed itself on the inside screen, showing their location and destination. "Whats our info on the para?"
"No a lot, no one got a very good look. Gamma they think, speed related. A couple odd rumors about a guy in a mask, apparently a sort of boogie-man in some parts of the city."
Samantha nodded silently. The little blinking red light marking the phone's location wasn't in the best part of town, and it had stopped moving for longer than she would have liked. She began reading the more detailed report as her partner sped through the worst of the center-city traffic to the quieter south streets.
"Wiles, Briars" The helmet earpiece crackled to life with Dan's voice. "Your guys have been leaving a bit of a blood trail."
Sam toggled the map display on her helmet off and tucked the data-pad away between their seats. "Stop here Briars, I don't want the car tipping them off. Whats the report Dan?"
"We're having a hell of a time getting numbers; was in the sewers. A few reports about some gang violence a bit further back on your route we're still looking into. But you should know that the para is armed with a blade of some sort. I'll send along details as we find them."
"Ready?" Despite herself, Samantha was almost giddy with excitement she hadn't felt since her first few weeks on the force. This was what she'd signed on for.
Her partner nodded without a word, and the two officers left their car locked on the side street and began clearing the surrounding alleyways. It wasn't long until they spotted the couple walking almost leisurely back towards the more populated streets. The seemed rather calm for a pair of thieves and murders, but the strange silhouette of the taller one and a nod from Briars cinched it. Samantha drew her regulation firearm and called out to them.
The precinct was in utter chaos when Samantha arrived. The tech division, usually hidden away in their own rooms were spread throughout, grabbing at every computer or data-pad they could find; anything with an internet connection. Normally Samantha would have been curious about how exactly they planned to track down an anonymous source that was apparently able to hit the entire city, instead she was more than a little ticked off that she hadn't been called in to even help. It wasn't as though she and Briars had done anything all day. She unclasped her helmet and made a turn for the change-rooms, only continue, making the turn a full circle before pressing her helmet into her partner's hands.
"Put this on my locker for me? I'll be back in a minute."
Briars gave her a confused look before peering around the corner, taking note of the impatiently waiting Captain, then nodded and took the helmet under her own arm. Samantha mouthed a silent thank you, then made an inconspicuous dash for the elevator.
The detective's floor was notably less chaotic than the lower bull-pen. Undoubtedly it had more to do with the individualized offices and lack of end-of-shift processing line up. Upstairs was too good for public urination cases it seemed. Samantha could swear even the smell was different, but her reverence was quickly dismissed after receiving one too many confused looks at her near-fully uniformed appearance. She slid into Dan Hiegle's office without knocking.
"Captain's looking for you" Samantha's former partner didn't even look up from his desk to great her.
"I forgot how charming you can be." She approached his desk just as he snatched up the data-pad he was reading, keeping its contents just out of her view. "Seems like quite the mess down there, could probably use some help."
Dan placed the pad into a drawer and slammed it shut with much more force than was probably needed. "Formality, Lorne's breathing down our necks but the hack is being shifted off to another precinct. We've got enough on our plate."
Still apparently not enough to share with her though. There wasn't anywhere to sit, Samantha surveyed the room for some hidden chair in a corner. "Seriously do you just hate guests?"
"What do you want Sam?"
She consigned to lean against the desk, Dan obviously hated it, but made no motion other than to fold his arms. "You know what I want. I want my job back."
"It's not my fault you left Sam, and just because you think you're ready to come back-"
"I'm not even talking about the detective job Dan. I just want to be a real cop again, I'm sick of teaching some kid how to do a road-stop."
"I figured you'd like Briars"
He wasn't missing the point, but ignoring it entirely. Samantha retaliated in her own manner by leaning in and batting her eyes. "She's no you Heigle."
Dan scoffed, but at least gave something that could have been, in some universe, construed as a reaction. She'd hit enough buttons, and pushed the issue. "Come on, just one little request to put me on your team. Don't you owe me that?"
"I don't owe you shit."
Bullshit. She could practically feel the guilt radiating off it, buried deep under his eternal aura of smugness. But after working together for almost a decade, she knew conceding to his pride would go further than tugging on heart strings. "Fine. We're even. But I still deserve this."
"Fine." He was abrasive, but even that was far to easy for the Dan she knew. She stared at him for a few brief moments, trying to measure his attitude before realizing.
"You already talked to the captain."
"Yes."
"And?"
"You have to take the PR job on top" Samantha stood up straight again, glanced to the open office door, and did her best to reel herself in. "Do you want to job or not?"
"Why does he want me so bad in the first place?"
"People are scared, ever since the tower they're not sure who to trust. A pretty young mom being the face of the masked police force isn't a bad move."
"Don't flatter me Dan. You're coming out of this an ass in my book either way." And with a bright gold star next to his name in someone else's for doing what the captain had failed to for weeks no doubt.
"You'll take it?"
"Of course I'm going to take it." She turned back to Dan and reached out a gloved hand. "I expect to get some real action here Hiegel."
Dan accept her hand, a small smirk of satisfaction threatening to break his suave facade. "See you in the morning Officer Wiles."
Empathy - Samantha can not only sense and decipher the emotions and intentions of others, but also impact their moods with her own. She can calm someone down, work them up, or just get them to trust her completely; given enough time.
Skills:
Trained: A member of Marlon's police force, Samantha has had extensive training and experience in combat, artillery, and general physical activity, even if she isn't an expert.
Botany: Samantha has always maintained a hobby of growing plants. Whether living in a one-windowed studio or a townhouse, she has always managed to maintain a variable greenhouse in her own home. It is the one subject in which she would consider herself an expert.
Weaknesses:
Postpartum: Despite being above the average woman in terms of fitness, Samantha gave birth only a little over six months ago, and as such finds is both physically and mentally exhausted.
Empathy:Hers is a power that can go both ways if she isn't careful enough. As much as she can impact another person's emotions, she can feed of other's in turn if she lacks the focus to control herself.
Brief History:
Samantha has lived the life of a suburban princess. While her family wasn't incredibly wealthy, she was rarely wanting for anything while growing up in the outskirts of Marlon. She was her high-school's golden girl, captain of sports teams, homecoming queen, and friend to everyone. It wasn't until after graduation she was hit with reality.
Joseph Wiles, her high-school sweetheart moved with her into the city, where they both hoped to peruse degrees at Marlon's university. By the time their applications went out, they had realized even with part-time work there was no way they could afford both school and city rent. In the end it was Samantha that put her education on hold and went with the advice of her uncle, a retired Marlon officer that still had some pull, and joined the police force. She finished the academy training in under six months and was married to Joseph in the same year.
Despite her reservation and previous goals, Samantha fell in love with her job. She found friends in her co-workers and a talent for investigative work. After years of hard work, she was finally up for a promotion to detective, only to discover she was pregnant in the same week. The job was instead given to her former partner, and Samantha took almost a year off to have and care for her new son Brady. After the fall of the Lorne tower, she was eager to end her maternity leave return to work, much to the dismay of her husband who had objected to her return to the force at all. They compromised on waiting a further to months. Not that he had much to worry about in the end; her superiors gave her a green partner, task her with only the most menial busywork - even for a beat cop, and generally do their best to keep her at arms length from the real police work needed in the city.
She is as-of yet completely away of her abilities, though she has found some people oddly agreeable in the past few months she has attributed it more to the niceness given to a new mother rather tan anything supernatural. Meanwhile she blames the same thing for being stonewalled at work, rather than her own frustration bleeding out to her superiors.
“I know when I'm not being taken seriously.”
It was getting hard to tell who was getting exasperated faster; the shop-owner or Amanda Briars – Samantha’s new young partner. The latter took a deep breath before trying to reason again with the man.
“Unless you give a more detailed description – or have some kind of surveillance, there really isn’t anything we can do.”
Really Samantha should have been helping defuse the situation, her chat with the captain earlier that morning had put her in too sour of a mood to be of much use. Instead, she looked at the dry, breakfasting customers seated indoors with envy. God she wanted to start drinking coffee again.
“Well if you two had shown up sooner she’d still have been here.”
Sensing her partner was reaching her breaking point, Samantha put on her best public-relations-smile, and stepped in.
“Unfortunately sir, there are a great deal of dog-owners in this neighbor-hood and ‘tall woman with a dark dog’ isn’t enough for us to be going around knocking on doors.”
She had not helped. The man’s face was almost purple with indignation. He was prepared to argue all day, sheltered from the rain as he was in the doorway of the donut shop.
“I am business owner in this neighborhood, a law has been broken and my property has been vandalized. Is it too much to ask that you do your job?”
“Sir, if you know who the woman is, we can fine her, but until then, if you have a plastic bag, we would be happy to clean this up for you.”
“This affects my business! Customers won’t come to a shop that has litter shit at it’s doorstep!”
He gestured to the ground where the three of them watched as a swirl of rain water washed the evidence of the crime into a storm drain.
--
Briars was already in the car, doing her best to dry her hair, when Samantha hurried inside shielding a box of pasties with her coat. Her partner wrinkled her nose at the sight of them.
“There’s no way those haven’t been spat on.”
Samantha shrugged and smiled broadly, “They’re a gift for the captain.”
Briars laughed, “Meeting didn’t go well then?”
“Same offer as before.”
There was a moment of silence as both women took off their dripping wind-breakers and individually contemplated the drumming of the rain on the car. The city was in complete turmoil, and the biggest incident had taken place in Samantha’s own district, and she had the choice of being the smiling face of the department on TV or picking up after litterers and dog owners.
“We should probably get moving.”
“You’re right,” Samantha agreed as she buckled in, “Who knows? Maybe they’ll have a loitering complaint for us.”
Empathy - Samantha can not only sense and decipher the emotions and intentions of others, but also impact their moods with her own. She can calm someone down, work them up, or just get them to trust her completely; given enough time.
Skills:
Trained: A member of Marlon's police force, Samantha has had extensive training and experience in combat, artillery, and general physical activity, even if she isn't an expert.
Botany: Samantha has always maintained a hobby of growing plants. Whether living in a one-windowed studio or a townhouse, she has always managed to maintain a variable greenhouse in her own home. It is the one subject in which she would consider herself an expert.
Weaknesses:
Postpartum: Despite being above the average woman in terms of fitness, Samantha gave birth only a little over six months ago, and as such finds is both physically and mentally exhausted.
Empathy:Hers is a power that can go both ways if she isn't careful enough. As much as she can impact another person's emotions, she can feed of other's in turn if she lacks the focus to control herself.
Brief History:
Samantha has lived the life of a suburban princess. While her family wasn't incredibly wealthy, she was rarely wanting for anything while growing up in the outskirts of Marlon. She was her high-school's golden girl, captain of sports teams, homecoming queen, and friend to everyone. It wasn't until after graduation she was hit with reality.
Joseph Wiles, her high-school sweetheart moved with her into the city, where they both hoped to peruse degrees at Marlon's university. By the time their applications went out, they had realized even with part-time work there was no way they could afford both school and city rent. In the end it was Samantha that put her education on hold and went with the advice of her uncle, a retired Marlon officer that still had some pull, and joined the police force. She finished the academy training in under six months and was married to Joseph in the same year.
Despite her reservation and previous goals, Samantha fell in love with her job. She found friends in her co-workers and a talent for investigative work. After years of hard work, she was finally up for a promotion to detective, only to discover she was pregnant in the same week. The job was instead given to her former partner, and Samantha took almost a year off to have and care for her new son Brady. After the fall of the Lorne tower, she was eager to end her maternity leave return to work, much to the dismay of her husband who had objected to her return to the force at all. They compromised on waiting a further to months. Not that he had much to worry about in the end; her superiors gave her a green partner, task her with only the most menial busywork - even for a beat cop, and generally do their best to keep her at arms length from the real police work needed in the city.
She is as-of yet completely away of her abilities, though she has found some people oddly agreeable in the past few months she has attributed it more to the niceness given to a new mother rather tan anything supernatural. Meanwhile she blames the same thing for being stonewalled at work, rather than her own frustration bleeding out to her superiors.
“I know when I'm not being taken seriously.”
It was getting hard to tell who was getting exasperated faster; the shop-owner or Amanda Briars – Samantha’s new young partner. The latter took a deep breath before trying to reason again with the man.
“Unless you give a more detailed description – or have some kind of surveillance, there really isn’t anything we can do.”
Really Samantha should have been helping defuse the situation, her chat with the captain earlier that morning had put her in too sour of a mood to be of much use. Instead, she looked at the dry, breakfasting customers seated indoors with envy. God she wanted to start drinking coffee again.
“Well if you two had shown up sooner she’d still have been here.”
Sensing her partner was reaching her breaking point, Samantha put on her best public-relations-smile, and stepped in.
“Unfortunately sir, there are a great deal of dog-owners in this neighbor-hood and ‘tall woman with a dark dog’ isn’t enough for us to be going around knocking on doors.”
She had not helped. The man’s face was almost purple with indignation. He was prepared to argue all day, sheltered from the rain as he was in the doorway of the donut shop.
“I am business owner in this neighborhood, a law has been broken and my property has been vandalized. Is it too much to ask that you do your job?”
“Sir, if you know who the woman is, we can fine her, but until then, if you have a plastic bag, we would be happy to clean this up for you.”
“This affects my business! Customers won’t come to a shop that has litter shit at it’s doorstep!”
He gestured to the ground where the three of them watched as a swirl of rain water washed the evidence of the crime into a storm drain.
--
Briars was already in the car, doing her best to dry her hair, when Samantha hurried inside shielding a box of pasties with her coat. Her partner wrinkled her nose at the sight of them.
“There’s no way those haven’t been spat on.”
Samantha shrugged and smiled broadly, “They’re a gift for the captain.”
Briars laughed, “Meeting didn’t go well then?”
“Same offer as before.”
There was a moment of silence as both women took off their dripping wind-breakers and individually contemplated the drumming of the rain on the car. The city was in complete turmoil, and the biggest incident had taken place in Samantha’s own district, and she had the choice of being the smiling face of the department on TV or picking up after litterers and dog owners.
“We should probably get moving.”
“You’re right,” Samantha agreed as she buckled in, “Who knows? Maybe they’ll have a loitering complaint for us.”
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