Post by AU Julian Mercury on Apr 13, 2021 19:34:29 GMT -6
"It has been reported that detective Tahlia Romero, 25, has died from wounds sustained during a firefight. Romero had been a key part of several investigations conducted by the NYPD during her time with the force, and we are saddened by her loss here at C Storb news."
A picture flashed on the screen of her. His hands balled together.
"Authority figures at the precinct are being put under question due to the circumstances of her death, as it is rumored both Tahlia and another detective who was also at the scene were meant to be off-duty during the time of the incident. Captain Jones declined to talk in detail, but did state that whoever was responsible for this death would meet justice."
The remote flew out of his hands and barreled into the bottom left corner of the television, cracking against the LCD screen and shattering it upon impact. He leaned forward, head between his hands, fingers pressed against his skull. All because he knew.
He knew.
There would be no justice here.
"Wow, this place has really come together, hasn't it?" Eve remarked as her head darted from side to side, analyzing the countless Kingston Enterprise employees who were bustling around the formerly abandoned warehouse. The production lines had been altered and the entire layout of the ground floor as a whole had been as well. Julian expected nothing less; Zayne was a cerebral worker and not only did he always want things done as quickly and efficiently as possible - he knew how to get it done himself.
"Good, because after this first phase is over? I'm heading home." Julian said matter-of-factly. Eve's head whipped toward him in surprise, eyes partially widened.
"That wasn't in the deal, though. He's gonna want you dead if you bail out now."
"I'm aware," he said, which prompted a sigh from Eve. He looked toward her. "You still planning on sticking around? You know, since you said you wanted to be the one in BPW."
"If I'm bored, yeah. It'll be less fun if I'm the only one getting harassed by Zayne and his cronies, though. I might end up stabbing one of them in the face."
"I'd advise against that."
"That's rich coming from the guy who is about to abandon a job he promised to finish."
"Maybe, but I'm doing it for a reason."
"And that is?"
Julian looked around, making sure no-one was listening. No-one was. They were too concerned with their work.
"I can't bring myself to work for this guy anymore," he said, which drew a tired, knowing grin from Eve.
"Ah, really?"
"Yes."
"Interesting."
"You sound like you already knew."
"Of course I did," she said, pausing for a moment, the grin never leaving her face. "I've known the whole time, Jule."
He felt his stomach sink. Behind the smile put on for affect, the pain and subdued anger behind her eyes was evident.
"How long was it going to take for you to tell me about what happened between you, Zayne... and my sister?"
A picture flashed on the screen of her. His hands balled together.
"Authority figures at the precinct are being put under question due to the circumstances of her death, as it is rumored both Tahlia and another detective who was also at the scene were meant to be off-duty during the time of the incident. Captain Jones declined to talk in detail, but did state that whoever was responsible for this death would meet justice."
The remote flew out of his hands and barreled into the bottom left corner of the television, cracking against the LCD screen and shattering it upon impact. He leaned forward, head between his hands, fingers pressed against his skull. All because he knew.
He knew.
There would be no justice here.
"Wow, this place has really come together, hasn't it?" Eve remarked as her head darted from side to side, analyzing the countless Kingston Enterprise employees who were bustling around the formerly abandoned warehouse. The production lines had been altered and the entire layout of the ground floor as a whole had been as well. Julian expected nothing less; Zayne was a cerebral worker and not only did he always want things done as quickly and efficiently as possible - he knew how to get it done himself.
"Good, because after this first phase is over? I'm heading home." Julian said matter-of-factly. Eve's head whipped toward him in surprise, eyes partially widened.
"That wasn't in the deal, though. He's gonna want you dead if you bail out now."
"I'm aware," he said, which prompted a sigh from Eve. He looked toward her. "You still planning on sticking around? You know, since you said you wanted to be the one in BPW."
"If I'm bored, yeah. It'll be less fun if I'm the only one getting harassed by Zayne and his cronies, though. I might end up stabbing one of them in the face."
"I'd advise against that."
"That's rich coming from the guy who is about to abandon a job he promised to finish."
"Maybe, but I'm doing it for a reason."
"And that is?"
Julian looked around, making sure no-one was listening. No-one was. They were too concerned with their work.
"I can't bring myself to work for this guy anymore," he said, which drew a tired, knowing grin from Eve.
"Ah, really?"
"Yes."
"Interesting."
"You sound like you already knew."
"Of course I did," she said, pausing for a moment, the grin never leaving her face. "I've known the whole time, Jule."
He felt his stomach sink. Behind the smile put on for affect, the pain and subdued anger behind her eyes was evident.
"How long was it going to take for you to tell me about what happened between you, Zayne... and my sister?"