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== The [[Baker Street shakedown]] == | == The [[Baker Street shakedown]] == | ||
Graeber is sitting in a squad-car waiting for his partner to return with coffee. An APB comes across the wireless about a cache of FWMDs in a grey car in the Baker Street area. At that moment a grey GMRA sedan runs a red light and Graeber knows he’s got his man. He pulls it over, demands to see in the trunk, and finds ... ''nothing''. He shakes down the driver and his VIP passenger, with a 92 LFC in the solar plexus and demands to strip search the whole car. He rousts the trunk, throwing stuff into the street, then opens the back door and — there is this androgynous, youthful, dolphin-like being — Graeber is smitten, and is stammering an apology when his partner, Officer Melvin R Melvin, arrives with the coffees and donuts, horrified and recognises that the VIP is none other than Julian Wickliffe, chairman of the WHAMDAQ and politically connected guy. He quickly lets the car go, apologising profusely. Wickliffe is complementary about him as he goes, to his great relief. | |||
They return to base, Melvin warning Graeber he had better prepare himself for a bollocking. | |||
== The desk job == | == The desk job == | ||
Meanwhile things slowly turned to normal for commando [[Opco Boone]] of the I.S.D.A.’s [[crack drafting squad]]. We know Opco saw action, and is scarred by it, but we don’t know the details. They will come back to Opco as the story unfolds. Though still shell-shocked, he has a desk job now, but bridles at the timidity of his role, and the uneasy peace of the post-crisis world. | Meanwhile things slowly turned to normal for commando [[Opco Boone]] of the I.S.D.A.’s [[crack drafting squad]]. We know Opco saw action, and is scarred by it, but we don’t know the details. They will come back to Opco as the story unfolds. Though still shell-shocked, he has a desk job now, but bridles at the timidity of his role, and the uneasy peace of the post-crisis world. He is checking off some uninteresting files when, across the squad room he hears his CO’s booming voice. GRAEBERRRRRR! | ||
Opco believes unseen forces are gathering in the shadows, and is privately collecting evidence to back his theory up. His nemesis in this theory is his commanding officer, Sir Stuart Palmer Jenkins, who encourages him to embrace the technological devices that will replace old style policing. | Opco believes unseen forces are gathering in the shadows, and is privately collecting evidence to back his theory up. His nemesis in this theory is his commanding officer, Sir Stuart Palmer Jenkins, who encourages him to embrace the technological devices that will replace old style policing. | ||