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Body Cam Recording: 03222XXX 0337
| "Any idea what, er, escaped?"
"Most likely stolen. Parts of the roof have broken off and this building is at least fifteen feet tall, leading us to speculate that it is a mech of some kind. Perhaps amphibious, if it really did enter the sea."
"What about the dock worker's report about something... organic?"
"He's in the patrol car. Gonna bust him on some BTL chips that he was hiding in a pocket sewn in his best."
"Poor chummer."
| "Don't be sorry, rookie. Yer safer assuming that every sorry excuse for trash in this city is on something, on someone... or being jerked off by someone."
"That's a visual I didn't need to hear."
>The older officer pats the person's shoulder. As his arm moves past, you can see some ranking insignia on his arm- a Police Sergeant.
"Hope that's the worst you'll ever need to THINK about. Now... get to inspecting the premise, and be quick about it so we can get out of here, rookie."
| >The next two hours of recording are pretty mundane- whomever the rookie is, they're doing basic stuff- staring at walls where durasteel had literally been ripped apart and crushed in some places, concrete slabs broken as if by some kind of high powered machinery- the rookie is examining a "footprint" larger than they are when some yelling occurs from nearer toward the entrance to the docks.
| >As the rookie approaches the scuffle, it appears to be a group of burly sailors- they're arguing with the police sergeant!
"Look, we received a call about a disturbance up here, and as far as the maps show, this is STILL GCPD jurisdiction-"
"Ham. This dock is part of Westport, and we watch over our own, landlubber," >The sailor replied, crossing his arms.
"Or have you forgotten that, in yer old age?"
"If that's the case, maybe all that sewage water you call sea got yer eyes."
| >The grumbling continued; the sailors looked as if they were about to attack the sergeant, when they noticed the rookie's approach.
"Ma'am," >One of the sailors says as the bodycam wearer approached the sergeant.
"Look, either way we're taking in dockjockey for the BTL chips- if you want him back, you can visit the precinct nearest, real easy, and bail him out. I'll even let you handle the rest of this mess. Sound good?" >The sergeant says, red faced.
"...Good."
| >Minutes later, both the bodycam wearer and the sergeant are back in their police vehicle, which slowly rolls out of the docks area and picks up speed as it reaches the highway. The sergeant blows a raspberry.
"Coast guard my ass. As if we ever needed a stinkin' 'coast guard' back when there was only the White Knights."
>The sergeant pats the rookie on the head- or at least, you get that impression with how they raise a hand to their head soon after.
| "Real mundane, right rookie? Hope that most of your call outs are like this 'un... you'll live longer..." >The sergeant says as they drive along the highway, the morning Glitch City sun rising slowly in the distance. The body camera fidgets for a bit as the rookie pulls it off her uniform to turn it off- you catch just a few seconds of a youthful looking face, with green eyes and brown hair, before it blips out.
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| >A camera recording plays- it appears to have come from a GCPD's chest mounted body camera, instituted to try and prevent police brutality. It appears to have been taken this morning.
"...as you can see by the damage, something tore open the lowered gate from the inside and burst outward- the cracks in the foundations support that the damage was caused from within, leading toward the sea..."