>>5198187>>5198356>>5198788>>5198932>"Y-You are overstepping the bounds of your inspection, O-Officer."You call out from behind the makeshift cover, which looks more and more flimsy down this side of the barrel. You look to your left and see Agent B with a service pistol in his hand. He gives you a slow nod, ready to act at your command. Your voice remains level as you continue.
>"T-This is supposed to be an police inspection. I-I have not seen any inspection of the anomalies, n-nor of the equipment. Y-You've just been playing fucking poker!" You hurl the accusation down and, as if suddenly struck with the impact, the sound of lashing limbs goes still. "D-Do you have no shame? I-Is this the best that this City can offer? G-Get out of my facility if you can't properly do your job, you literal invertebrate."
Silence, save for the tense breaths of the employees.
Suddenly, the sound of cracking joints. You peek over the top and regret it. Legs fold away, chitin twists, copblood gushes, and <span class="mu-g">Officer Vladimir adjusts his coat once more.</span>
(The position of law enforcement is rife with abuse. Petty power is still power, charged with cruelty potential. And yet, here is that particularly insectile strain of duty and pride.)
"Fold." He flicks his wrist and throws down his hand with a jerky movement, as if suddenly struggling with the weight of his own arms. The Officer turns around and takes two strides, his entire body creaking as he crouches to eye-to-eye level. You look into a dark sea of ocelli and fretting jaws behind bandages scented with tar and rotten blood. "Now, Overseer, I charge you to bring me to that bed from M-Company."
