Apr. 10th, 2010
Conventions, Abel decided, were created by someone who enjoyed pain. He had been sitting in lectures for three days, listening to people droning on about the future of law enforcement even though everyone knew the chances of anything changing quickly were slim to nil. Nothing ever changed with his job except for technology. Things were the way they were, and he hadn't needed to travel from Bath to London to find that out.
( Do you rememememember? )
( Do you rememememember? )
Conventions, Abel decided, were created by someone who enjoyed pain. He had been sitting in lectures for three days, listening to people droning on about the future of law enforcement even though everyone knew the chances of anything changing quickly were slim to nil. Nothing ever changed with his job except for technology. Things were the way they were, and he hadn't needed to travel from Bath to London to find that out.
( Do you rememememember? )
( Do you rememememember? )
Never had Tasha been so grateful to be the force's errand girl. Since her liberation from Delford, she had been placed on office work while her body healed enough to start training again before being returned to her beat with her partner. Part of her new boring position included delivering files between stations, and that fateful Saturday afternoon she happened to be in the London City station instead of her home station at Bishopsgate. She had heard Svetlana's name and she hadn't let her attention be diverted until Officer Robson from Bath had finished his half-insane story about his old foster sister who had killed someone with her bare hands and then escaped and avoided the authorities to the extent that she was wandering around down town with a baby.
( Aw Hell )
( Aw Hell )
Never had Tasha been so grateful to be the force's errand girl. Since her liberation from Delford, she had been placed on office work while her body healed enough to start training again before being returned to her beat with her partner. Part of her new boring position included delivering files between stations, and that fateful Saturday afternoon she happened to be in the London City station instead of her home station at Bishopsgate. She had heard Svetlana's name and she hadn't let her attention be diverted until Officer Robson from Bath had finished his half-insane story about his old foster sister who had killed someone with her bare hands and then escaped and avoided the authorities to the extent that she was wandering around down town with a baby.
( Aw Hell )
( Aw Hell )