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“None. We’re finding evidence.” You look at the plaques to find the best place for such a prospect. Dorothy’s narration was on point, quite surprising.
“Where to, sir?” Hanno lets the flower fly away. There’s a breeze blowing them in circles. You two watch it go around and around. Oddly hypnotic. It loses its luster fast.
“The office.” You walk up to it with the big man following your pace. With Yomiel’s help, the lock provides no struggle. You turn the knob, and push it open [SP -1]. No traps were triggered. With the kind of man Lloydington is, you expected a vault securing his most important valuables. “You first.”
“Excuse me! Going in!” Hanno shouts as he enters and turns the lights on.
The Office takes the form of a repurposed throne room. Framed paintings of long past landscapes, of festivities that are beyond recall, of miscellaneous figures, all adorn the place. The regalia on the walls are in a good state, even if they’re making space for bookshelves with no historical relevance. Plastered notes on them, these archives are recent. Armor Knights standing in front of a red carpet leading to the throne with a desk on top. A whiteboard full of schemes by its side, with a modern meeting table and chairs.
You won’t get too thrilled just yet, but this might be what you’re looking for.
“So this is the place where they usually meet. Had no idea!” Hanno has his eyes set on the armor. You stare at him, expecting him to elaborate. “How can I be so sure? There’s a fridge over there.” He points to the left side of the desk. Above said fridge, there’s a wine case. To repurpose a place like this by making it a winery is certainly a choice you can make.
“I’m more interested in hearing the *who* rather than hearing an explanation of your deductive skills.” You’re upfront about it.
“His friends! You wouldn’t share a glass of wine with your enemies, right?” Hanno has no idea of who exactly.
“I have shared my fair share of drinks with people who I don’t respect or enjoy their presence.” You bitterly reminisce of those damn poker nights. Those bastards make entertaining what should be an excruciating experience… you’ll find a way to win without cheating. You’ll take the ugliest trophy in the world from Johnny Ando’s hands no matter what, and give Bradford a better memento to be remembered by.
“In that case, wouldn’t you join me for a cup?” Hanno is interested in drinking on the job. He would’ve been a fine policeman in your precinct before Leitgeb’s arrival.
“I decline. We’re investigating.” You remember what you’re here for. Besides, you can feel Giorsal’s annoying complaints in your head.
“Thank you for including me!” Hanno smiles and changes his mind. “Then later it is.”