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<span class="mu-r">“I see that news of my networking skills has gone public. I’ve been making friends all over the place, lately.”</span> you said with a self-satisfied sigh.
<span class="mu-b">“You and the other guy have been making a name for yourselves, lately. I hear you two even work together sometimes.”</span> Kucharsky put in.
<span class="mu-r">“If we’re both in the area, sure.”</span> you casually let out, not wanting to imply that the two of you were far closer than anyone actually expected.
<span class="mu-r">“Lemme see that list. Is there anyone particularly dangerous on it?”</span>
Campbell reached into her shirt pocket to produce a small bundle of papers that had been folded several times over. When you unfolded it, you saw a column of information that listed the criminals’ names, faces, crimes, and other personal information that might be used to help track them down.
<span class="mu-b">“A lot of them are. You’ve got ‘Muse’, a serial murderer who turns his victims into public, gory art-projects. And then there’s ‘Sleepwalker', who invades people’s dreams and terrorizes them in their sleep for days, before…eventually killing them.”</span> Campbell explained.
<span class="mu-b">“And there’s that devil-worshiping, snake bastard. He creeps me the hell out.”</span> Kucharsky added.
There were a lot of names on here. Some you recognized, like Halfstep and Foxhole. But to your surprise, you couldn’t actually find Felicia’s dad anywhere on this list. Either he was being identified under a different name, or they hadn’t actually noticed that he was missing.
The possibility of his immediate recapture hadn’t even registered in your mind. Cat was too good for sloppy mistakes like that.
<span class="mu-b">“What about that arsonist? The guy with the pressurized flamethrower? ‘Blaze’, I think?”</span> Campbell said to her partner.
He won’t be too much of a problem. Not for you, anyway. You can’t say much for whatever it is he decides to light on fire.
Nevertheless, you’d have to reorganize this list based off of how dangerous they are, and how hard they’d be for you or anyone else to catch,
<span class="mu-r">“I don’t work for free.”</span> you said, not looking up from the packet.
You felt both officer’s eyes settling on you, their previous conversation momentarily forgotten.
<span class="mu-r">“You boys do good work and all, but I’ve been doing too much pro-bono work lately, and I think it’s about time that I start charging again.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“You want money?”</span> Kucharsky asked, the look on his face telling you that he wasn’t exactly surprised, but he was clearly disappointed.
<span class="mu-b">“How much do you charge...?”</span> Campbell asked, a bit apprehensively.
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