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David Stark
Detective, Chicago P.D. Mage of the Judaic Kabbal.
Detective, Chicago P.D. Mage of the Judaic Kabbal.
"Of course, of course. We'll have to ask them for help, then." I paused for a moment, taking some time to breathe. "We'll have to decide if we want to tell them the entire situation about the girl or not. Who knows. When the world goes to shit you'll see people picking sides and making allegiances. If they're protecting the girl, it also means that they have possession of the girl." Good ol' cynical me turned and shrugged at Alex, unable to help myself from smiling. It's always been a side of me that kept me wary and perhaps even alive at times. I can recount a few incidents where my cynicism saved my life and stopped me from stepping right into a trap.
"Ow," I intoned patronisingly to Alex when he punched me on the shoulder. I shook my head, slapping a hand to my forehead when he reminded me which team he swung for. I knew he was gay - he wasn't too open about it, but he wasn't in the closet either. Not that I ever minded. Homophobia was for retarded, inbred fucktards. "I never said that you had to fuck her, kid," I said, chuckling. "All you need to do is flash her a nice smile, make her heartbeat flutter and feel faint for a moment and then invite her in here to have a cup of coffee with us. At least let her see someone good-looking for once before making her face me." A deep laugh rumbled from the depths of my throat at that. People misunderstanding the meaning of my words always made me laugh.
I raised my eyebrows when I saw Aiya standing right outside the door when Alex was about to head out to drag her in. And the sheep walks into the den of li- I glanced at Alex and remembered what he was. Into the den of a were-lion. I let out another chuckle. David, you're a pretty funny guy.
Bringing a fist up to my mouth, I cleared my throat loudly when Jillian walked in, just to make my presence known, and also maybe intimidate her a little. Make her mouth a little looser to our questions. With Alex's good looks and my practiced brutality and bullying, we made the perfect Good Cop and Bad Cop team. Walking out of the shadows and heading towards the table in the center of the room where multiple files and documents were stacked, I tugged a chair out with my foot and gestured to it. "Well, take a seat and we'll see what questions we have for you."
Gosh, pulling a chair out for a lady? David, you're getting a little soft. For me, that was probably equal to taking her hand and kissing her knuckle.
Pushing the files and documents aside, stacking them up without a care for organisation (more work for the grunts, right? Can't have them lazing about!) I managed to clear enough space such that it would pass for an interrogation table. I sat down opposite of where Jillian would have chosen to sit, and I leaned back in my chair, crossing one leg over another.
"Why were you at the Henge when you found this?" I asked her in a straight-forward, business-like manner and I shoved the photo of the Sigils towards her. "What can you tell us about these ..." I paused, looking for the right word to use so I could test whether she knew about our world or not. "Drawings?"