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[synanthrope]

I have a question that perhaps someone in the City's police department can assist me with.

I've been going through records and while I've found a number of attempted statutes and by-laws, and even records of a now-defunct courthouse system ruled over by the deities, I'm having trouble finding laws, and how the police department has any power whatsoever.

So If someone could enlighten me, I would appreciate it. Otherwise, I have trouble with the general acceptance of a police-administered investigation, trial, and justice system.

And yes Ms. Lynde, this does pertain to you, so try to keep up during the conversation this time, will you?

If no one can provide me with satisfactory answers, I fully intend on having access to my employee back.

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[synanthrope]

That's how Mr. Orange got his toucan.

[signatures]

Huh.

Well, I'll keep that in mind.

[ Soon enough Eames is sitting back down with his mug in hand, taking a small sip as he leans back into his chair. ]

[synanthrope]

[She fiddles a bit]

Was it a security camera?

[signatures]

A mixture of things, really. My hospital visit was the main thing.

[synanthrope]

Your hospital visit. Of course.

And you dealt with Cameron Lynde, is that right?

[signatures]

More-so with a certain Seargant Angua. Nice woman.

[synanthrope]

Angua.

I haven't met her.

[signatures]

You'd like her.

Well, I like her.

[synanthrope]

Tell me about her.