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| >Tuna just looks at Ferris oddly. Confused to why she would do such a thing.

| "Carry on"
>Ferris waves off at the people in the parlor. Hoping they'd go back to their usual business, that is, having icecream. She radio's the other officers one last time before slumping back into a seat to finish her mint ice cream... Which was now melted
"Profile of a possible target, Female, gray hair, around 5 ft In height. Looks to be around 10 years old currently wearing a sundress. Check the cams and godspeed"

| >Ferris decided that the only person that would have any relevant info would be AM who interacted with a girl of simlar features to the Inspector's description and that the officers would have a more effective investigation if they went out to search for the girl or the spot where the man was shot

| >Tuna just continues to make a weirded out face at Ferris

| >>140822
"Hi... Have we met?"
>Ferris asks Tuna, who's been passing quite a few looks at Ferris throughout their time there

| >Tuna just looks at her like she is crazy

| >AM swoops in to grab Ferris.
"How about some ice cream? Your last scoop melted."
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>Cain also butts in, distracting
"Hey, Tuna, how about we get going before anymore weird sh- stuff happens."

| >Ferris looks to examine Tuna, she fits most of the target's descriptions. Child(like), around 5 ft. In height
...but the damning offset was that she neither moved eerily nor eratically. And if she was the target, the Inspector would've noticed himself. So she waves it off.

| >Ferris remembers something big
"Umm... You know Fenrir?"

| >AM takes a few steps back, knowing at outlash to begin, he begins moving towards Cain.
"Psst. Cain. It's AM."

| >>140858
>She looks at AM, and gives him a short, but sharp glare
"we have alot to discuss AM"
"Like what happened in that bathroom"
"but first. What the hell was the deal with this"
>She takes out the trash AM threw at her earlier and shoved it into his chest. Apparently she kept it with a disdain for pointless littering

| >and clearly offended

| "Uh okay sure"
Tuna pulls her companion with her

| >AM keeps talking to Cain.
"I know it's been a while since I called, but don't worry about me."
>He then grabs all the trash, bins it, and returns to Ferris.
"Yeah. We do."
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"What do you mean, dont worry, you old bastard?"
>Cain jabs AM in the ribs.
"You don't call, you don't dead drop, and all the safe-houses are empty. Ugh, I would kill you if the officer wasn't here."
>Cain turns back to Tuna, as she is heading out of the ice cream place.

| "I have an idea, what about a sleepover at mine?"
>She tests the idea with Tuna.

| "Um... S-She I g-guess that's f-fine... r-right?"
>Tuna turns alittle pink

| (*sure FUCK you too phone)

| >Ferris turns to AM, still visibly offended.
"Disobeying orders is one thing. But who the hell throws trash at someone as a greeting"
>Her eyes narrowed into a piercing glare

| "Fuck The topping, lets get to what you are really interested in."
>AM sidelines Ferris.
"You want to know if I would say yes to the Kcorp?"

| (K-TRAN... not Kcorp...)

| >>140903
"Oh no, I actually am pissed at getting trash thrown in my face. And before that, I actually do wanna tell the story of getting druged, kidnapped and waking up in a dress by a little kid"
>She says rather seriously

| "I actually did come here to relax, have some Ice cream, maybe pick up the new gun."
>She smiles to herself longingly
"But serious matters find their way of seeping into every corner of your life.Not that I find that a bad thing"

| >She looks through how so much could happen on a simple visit to an ice cream parlor. Both amused and satisfied by the inconveniences of living her duty

| >AM Sighs.
"So what's the story, Miss party animal?"
>AM teases.
"Oh, and the trash thing? I'm sorry about that, wasn't thinking, like usual."

| >Ferris laughs a little. Not having had many moments not devoted to her job one way or another in a long time. She thinks that just this once, she'll put her job second to something else. For her own joy and sanity. She feels a little bad for it, but she also concludes that there'd be nothing lost.
>She turns back to Mimi, and places an order for some more ice cream from across the room without leaving her seat

| "I'll have what she is having."
>AM settles for story time.

| "So I was asked by investigations to help them with a bait and capture operation. For an online predator that abducted women between the ages of 18-23"
"So I got set up for a blind date"

| "how does that work? you look older than 23."
>AM pokes fun at Ferris

| >The Cashier kindly served them there ice cream

| "I'm 20"
>Ferris does look rather grown especially given her rather tall stature at 5'10"
"So I walk into a fancy restaurant that's been entirely bought out for the night. Completely empty besides the service"

| "we were expecting some gross old man as the sexual predator. But in walked this cute little kid. A little boy in a bow tie"

| >AM raises his eyebrow in interest.
"What?"

| "bought me dinner and chatted a bit. Nice kid. Says he's sorry if he tricked me in any way and asked me out because he just really misses his older sister."
"He was the kind of nice little kid you'd want to protect"
"Eventually he tears up a little and asks if he can sit on my lap and pet his head and tell him it's all right, like what his sister used to do"

| "I don't know about you... but that's giving me creeper vibes."

| "someething his Father beat him and his sister'd console him. Until her Father beat her sister to death, which was put as an accident"

| "So... Abusive dad sad story."

| "I felt bad for him. So I went with it. Then he stabbed me in the leg and I pass out. Vaguely remember getting stuffed into a van. Getting captured was totally part of the plan by the way"
"Next thing I know I wake up half dressed in a dark basement, Officers midway through making the arrest. Around me are other Women he kept barely alive. Creep had a thing for being doted on by older sisters."

| "wow... So did they get him alive?"

| "Creep was a 67 year old lilim who used a child's frame. Yeah the evidence was overwhelming and he's locked up"
"So that's how I got this dress. That happened -just- yesterday and I still have a headache from the sedatives i got shot with"
"Get why I need a break"

| "Yeah... Talking about breaks, care for a smoke?"
>AM holds out a cigarillo.

| >Ferris holds up a hand to decline
"I don't smoke"
"You know, it's exactly things like that, putting myself through danger to save those women and keep others from the same fate is what makes me love my job"
"For a man to carry the burden of a hundred, through pain and suffering is the highest honor for the good of the world"
>Ferris recites those foreign words like a creed. Lightly raising a fist in the air as some sort of gesture... Vaguely an old world commie salute

| "Yeah... Same guy also said 'In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play.' Really ties in to your story."
>AM steps outside, now alone.
"Si moriar. moriar."
>He says, as he begins smoking.

| /but when you die, make it a death worth something/
>Ferris crosses her legs, twisting a spoon in her fingers, she continues the conversation through her bracelet linked with AM's collar.
/Guess it's your turn to speak your woes/

|

| >AM inhales, and sighs.
/Yellow King. You've seen the contract, and it's tempting to me. I want to be free. But after our talk in the parking lot, I would rather stay, and redeem myself, but I know he is going to hound me, which this collar makes it easy. Its... Just... Fucked. The whole situation./

| >Ferris takes her distant, detached 'work' tone
/As I've said, I've met with the white collars to decide on what to do. The deal is something that'll set you free. And we'd be right to suspect that It's one you would take. So It's no matter what you say, truth or otherwise. We've already assured ourselves that you would. and therefore escape our custody. So we have already convened at a course of action./

| /Let me go or not, I still want to help. So let me./

| “Depending on personal and psychological assessments, there were two options to take. The first was to… ‘Scuttle’ you as an asset on grounds of ‘life threatening resistance’. And sequestering material from your shop and Bank account as decided by court to pay for damages. This was to be taken if you were deemed unsalvageable and a threat to Glitch City and its law enforcement.”

| /And the second option?/

| “The second… More legal option was to liquidate your service sentence. Have you pay an amount of 1.2 million Z to account for damages to WL and GCPD property and personel . However, another major offense after release would warrant a death penalty.”

| “This option is to be taken should personal and psychological assessment prove it possible. Investigation already concluded that you weren’t guilty of subversive actions or sabotage of GCPD operations. But you remain under suspicions of other crimes, such as the murder of… some guy I forgot. *Sigh* so some of the funds go as hush money, a ‘bail’ on supposedly unbailable crimes.”

| "In short, you blow up or get set free"

| /So the second option, considering I have no shop./
>AM finished his smoke, and returns to the table.
"Honestly? I still want to help."

| "Wait, which guy?"
>AM raises his eyebrow

| "I forgot. but you pretty much implied you've killed more than one 'guy'"
>Ferris shakes her head and moves to conclude
"You have my supportive assessment for the second option. What's left is the psychological assessment. Do you have the amount for bail?"

| "Look, I can account most cases to self defence. Like that time in the warehouse, or the scrapyard... Anyway, I have the money at a physical location, but I'd rather not disclose where it is, and this..."
>He points to the collar
"...does not help."

| "We can't compromise anything until the funds are fully checked and accounted for."
"Why not have Cain gather it? or move the funds after?"

| "Fair. The problem is that only I know where the funds are. I'll sort it out somehow. Do you want the funds now?"

| "As soon as possible would be best. Congratulations AM. Being so difficult to keep achieved its effect"
"All that should be left is Dr. Marley's evaluation."
"Don't fuck it up when you're free"
>Ferris seems quite relieved. The entire case would be closed to her and her superiors satisfaction. There was a chance that AM would turn out to be a threat again in the future. But she decided to trust in the assessments, process, her superior's concession and AM.

| "OK. I'll get going then, Don't want to keep you waiting."
>AM stands up, but before heading out, he turns to Ferris.
"In fact, Do you want to tag along? No point in hiding anymore."

| "Hiding what exactly?"
>Ferris gets up, swinging the keys to her bike

| "Walls have ears Ferris. You still interested?"
>AM's at the door now, waiting for a yes or no from Ferris.

| >Ferris eyes AM, very suspicious, but ends up agreeing to come along anyway. Trusting in her young operator to get her out if the situation needs it
"Alright then, I'll come"
>She shrugs and turns to walk towards her bike.
"You got a car?"

| "I was actually hoping to get a ride..."
>AM sheepishly admits

| "Alright hop on and point out the directions"
>Ferris gets on her sports bike. Revving it a few times for effect

| "Alright. You know the way to the Fishermen's port?"
>AM get on the back of the bike, holding on to the tail.

| "Hey I always wanted to meet the Fishermen. Maybe learn a few things"
>Ferris sets the GPS on her phone and starts to drive off

| >A young man in a hoodie walks into the store looks around then turns to leave without saying anything

| > Eia sighed softly and finished her ice cream. She shoved her hands into her pockets and wandered toward the door.
"Are we doing this gallery sleep-over thing or...?"

| >Cain stares off Ferris and AM while they leave, turning to Eia promptly after they do.
"Yeah. I was just waiting for the cop to leave. I'm pretty sure I saw her on my bos- ex-boss' CCTV, in his shop. So lets get going?"

| "Yeah sounds like a good idea"
>Tuna tugs on her friend's wrist

| "-The trace leads here.."

> A newcomer steps near the store. She scans the place before brushing her dark azure hair. Seeing the store crowded by a number of people, she immediately reads the store's name, having to realize it later on.

"Ice.. cream? Hmm—.. well, I might as well."

> She mutters and enters the store eitherway, having lost whatever goal she had beforehand. She goes past the familiar group of people and reaches for any form of menu she can see.