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What time will you be home? We need to talk about something.
It's nothing to worry yourself over, at least, not in the way you may be thinking. It has to do with the "memories" plaguing everyone ever since Retrospec appeared. I should be more transparent about them with you, and I expect the same in return.
[He had been putting this off, but there comes a point where it really just isn't fair to keep this kind of thing from Fynn. He deserves to know, even if, honestly, he didn't want to worry him.]
I'll wait for you to get home before I say more.
[He had been putting this off, but there comes a point where it really just isn't fair to keep this kind of thing from Fynn. He deserves to know, even if, honestly, he didn't want to worry him.]
I'll wait for you to get home before I say more.
"Memories", huh? This has something to do with this weird app? I want to ask "How" but you're being really tight-lipped with me, bro.
[Something is up. He knows it. Fynn is quite aware of that much but he doesn't understand what's happening per se. The poor cop is definitely in the dark right now.]
Let's save the conspiracy theories and tinfoil hats for later. I haven't been looking into matters as in-depth as you but I do agree something weird is going on.
[Something is up. He knows it. Fynn is quite aware of that much but he doesn't understand what's happening per se. The poor cop is definitely in the dark right now.]
Let's save the conspiracy theories and tinfoil hats for later. I haven't been looking into matters as in-depth as you but I do agree something weird is going on.
I'm only "tight-lipped" because this is something that requires a face-to-face conversation. I've had a total of three memories, Fynn, and they're all equally confounding. It's simply easier to explain in person, when your attentions aren't being pulled this way and that.
Fair enough. It's not like we can trust this damn thing not to broadcast our messages for all to see. Arlene's Nipplegate is proof of that!
[Don't ask what "Nipplegate" is, Ardyn. Just don't. For your own safety, man.]
Three memories...? Whoa, okay. Yeah, as soon as I'm in the house, we're talking. I might be able to weasel my way out of here by 7pm.
[Don't ask what "Nipplegate" is, Ardyn. Just don't. For your own safety, man.]
Three memories...? Whoa, okay. Yeah, as soon as I'm in the house, we're talking. I might be able to weasel my way out of here by 7pm.
I'll be here.
And do I want to know, re: Nipplegate?
[As if Ardyn's not going to ask about something called... nipplegate. What on earth.]
And do I want to know, re: Nipplegate?
[As if Ardyn's not going to ask about something called... nipplegate. What on earth.]
I was trying to text someone else!! They were being weird, not me 😥
Or two? 😲 What kind of girl do you take me for?
[she's ruined any chance of getting his number on purpose, she's sure]
[she's ruined any chance of getting his number on purpose, she's sure]
Nothing, nothing! I was kidding, cutie!
So, I'm guessing your good name got ruined thanks to "Retrospec", right?
[Maaaybe! He's getting a good laugh at Arlene's expense for the most part. Fynn takes things in stride.]
Sounds like you need a stiff drink.
So, I'm guessing your good name got ruined thanks to "Retrospec", right?
[Maaaybe! He's getting a good laugh at Arlene's expense for the most part. Fynn takes things in stride.]
Sounds like you need a stiff drink.
🎉🎉🎉 We have a correct answer. Give the man his prize.
I mean, I wouldn't turn one down.
I mean, I wouldn't turn one down.
At the end of the day, it's not about the promotion or pay. It's about the "people" we meet and those we can help along the way. I want to make detective someday but I'm not putting that goal ahead of my job.
It's "protect and serve" not "help yourself". I just want to do my job and be damn good at it. Most of the blokes on the force are too busy chasing a bigger paycheck than to give a damn.
It's "protect and serve" not "help yourself". I just want to do my job and be damn good at it. Most of the blokes on the force are too busy chasing a bigger paycheck than to give a damn.
[It is a very long time before Togusa can muster up a reply to that. Also, because it turns out he's having a second conversation about this very same subject. But, finally, he comes back.]
You're right. You're completely right.
I would appreciate it if you didn't bring this up to any of the guys. Anybody who does know about my involvement? Well, they just haven't been saying anything.
I might need your help with something soon.
You're right. You're completely right.
I would appreciate it if you didn't bring this up to any of the guys. Anybody who does know about my involvement? Well, they just haven't been saying anything.
I might need your help with something soon.
Fynn. Could you please meet me at the indoor range, when you have a minute? I could use your help with something. Picked up some information about an ongoing investigation and I need to run it by someone.
[Okay, that is maybe, a third true, but he really needs Fynn's help and isn't about to say "hey, I'm conspiring against Retrospec" over their own network.]
[Okay, that is maybe, a third true, but he really needs Fynn's help and isn't about to say "hey, I'm conspiring against Retrospec" over their own network.]
[Was it something he said?! Fynn is just has a boatload of idealistic optimism to fling around. He's kind of ridiculous like that, endearing but ridiculous as hell.]
My lips are sealed, Toga!
I got your back as long as you have mine. You know I'm one of the few "decent guys" around these days. Just make sure to keep Gabby out of my damn hair.
My lips are sealed, Toga!
I got your back as long as you have mine. You know I'm one of the few "decent guys" around these days. Just make sure to keep Gabby out of my damn hair.
[Had this been a message from Gabranth, Fynn would've deleted it without a second thought. He's kind of done with that blond bastard!]
Hey, Toga! I can meet you back to the station in about an hour or so. Decided to make a coffee run in Chata during the middle of rush hour. Not the best idea ever.
Hey, Toga! I can meet you back to the station in about an hour or so. Decided to make a coffee run in Chata during the middle of rush hour. Not the best idea ever.
[Despite the seriousness of the situation, the response makes Togusa chuckle.]
Take your time. I could use the time, on my end.
When Fynn arrives, Togusa is finishing up on the range, himself. His service pistol is partly disassembled on the bench in front of him, and he has a few targets pulled in. It's easy to see which ones were shot first, and which ones were towards the end of his run, because his shot groupings get wider and wider. He gets fatigued too easily, and starts out great, but can't keep consistency.
Even if he's not good with it, he takes pride in maintaining the gun, at least. He looks up from wiping down the gun's slide when Fynn comes in. "Fynn. Thanks for coming out."
Take your time. I could use the time, on my end.
When Fynn arrives, Togusa is finishing up on the range, himself. His service pistol is partly disassembled on the bench in front of him, and he has a few targets pulled in. It's easy to see which ones were shot first, and which ones were towards the end of his run, because his shot groupings get wider and wider. He gets fatigued too easily, and starts out great, but can't keep consistency.
Even if he's not good with it, he takes pride in maintaining the gun, at least. He looks up from wiping down the gun's slide when Fynn comes in. "Fynn. Thanks for coming out."
As usual, Fynn walks in wearing his signature chrome lense sunglasses with his standard police uniform. Despite his typical sloppy nature, Fynn is actually well put together for the most part. The uniform is nicely ironed and all the buttons are properly in placed except the collar. Fynn has a habit of keeping it unbuttoned. He looks like a role model officer if it wasn't for his grande macchiato in his right hand and the wild long brown hair.
Honestly, Fynn is addicted to the stuff. Caffeine is one hell of a drug. He drinks about three of those things a day, "No need to thank me." He says humbly with a grin as he raise his styrofoam cup in a mock salute. "Let's get down to business, shall we? Not often I get to work first hand on a case." Especially since he's just a beat cop.
"So what are we lookin' at here?"
Honestly, Fynn is addicted to the stuff. Caffeine is one hell of a drug. He drinks about three of those things a day, "No need to thank me." He says humbly with a grin as he raise his styrofoam cup in a mock salute. "Let's get down to business, shall we? Not often I get to work first hand on a case." Especially since he's just a beat cop.
"So what are we lookin' at here?"
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Togusa is right there with him in keeping his hair just long enough that it still looks good, and just barely within the uniform regulations. Come on, they have to bring a little bit of class to the job.
There is a flash of a guilty look on Togusa's face as he steps out of the lane. "It's not a case. Sort of. Not yet. It's." He sighs deeply. He moves to the back of the room to the cubbies where officers can store their personal belongings. He hesitates, and then pulls out a grey duraplastic case, about the size of a briefcase. It's the exact kind that somebody would use to transport a handgun. But it's not department regulation.
"It's this whole Retrospec thing. And I've got to decide if it's time to start to try put some of what we know together into a case. I don't know how much it's going to be worth coming from me. I'm not a Detective." There is pure frustration in Togusa's tone. It's right back to what he was talking to Fynn about. He doesn't want to pursue rank, but what if not having it gets in the way of his job?
Togusa pauses, and then he hands over the case. "But you might have seen on the network that some people have been getting deliveries in the mail? From Retrospec?" He nods. "Careful not to touch the inside." He can probably guess what's in it.
There is a flash of a guilty look on Togusa's face as he steps out of the lane. "It's not a case. Sort of. Not yet. It's." He sighs deeply. He moves to the back of the room to the cubbies where officers can store their personal belongings. He hesitates, and then pulls out a grey duraplastic case, about the size of a briefcase. It's the exact kind that somebody would use to transport a handgun. But it's not department regulation.
"It's this whole Retrospec thing. And I've got to decide if it's time to start to try put some of what we know together into a case. I don't know how much it's going to be worth coming from me. I'm not a Detective." There is pure frustration in Togusa's tone. It's right back to what he was talking to Fynn about. He doesn't want to pursue rank, but what if not having it gets in the way of his job?
Togusa pauses, and then he hands over the case. "But you might have seen on the network that some people have been getting deliveries in the mail? From Retrospec?" He nods. "Careful not to touch the inside." He can probably guess what's in it.
"Not a case?" Fynn can't help but frown as he takes off his sunglasses. "Then what the heck of all this about?" He questions as he follows Togusa. "This damn sure isn't a social call. Not with us meeting up at the station like this."
The Izunia let's out an annoyed huff as he waits for Togusa to start talking. He trusts the officer deeply but he's feeling skeptical here. Something is just plain fishy about all this, definitely. Once he sees the durable plastic case, that certainly confirms his suspicions some. "Retrospec." Fynn all but curses the name. "Amazing how those bastards stay out of a jail cell, isn't it? Never known a company to dance circles around both law enforcement and the courts."
He sets down his drink upon some nearby ledge and inches closer towards the case in question. "You'll make detective someday." Fynn says with a touch of humor in his voice. "If idiots like Gabby can be a detective, then we got a chance. Now what's in here?" Fynn questions once Togusa hands over the case. He starts fiddling with it almost immediately.
"I've heard. I find it eerie that Restrospec knows our addresses. I don't remember putting my home address anywhere on my phone, same with plenty others." It takes Fynn a minute to open the case but he's careful not to touch the inner parts.
"...Retrospec sent you this?"
The Izunia let's out an annoyed huff as he waits for Togusa to start talking. He trusts the officer deeply but he's feeling skeptical here. Something is just plain fishy about all this, definitely. Once he sees the durable plastic case, that certainly confirms his suspicions some. "Retrospec." Fynn all but curses the name. "Amazing how those bastards stay out of a jail cell, isn't it? Never known a company to dance circles around both law enforcement and the courts."
He sets down his drink upon some nearby ledge and inches closer towards the case in question. "You'll make detective someday." Fynn says with a touch of humor in his voice. "If idiots like Gabby can be a detective, then we got a chance. Now what's in here?" Fynn questions once Togusa hands over the case. He starts fiddling with it almost immediately.
"I've heard. I find it eerie that Restrospec knows our addresses. I don't remember putting my home address anywhere on my phone, same with plenty others." It takes Fynn a minute to open the case but he's careful not to touch the inner parts.
"...Retrospec sent you this?"
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