Our Debriefs at End of Day ((54))

[victoriousscarf]

Sonya glanced back at the officers he had brought with him. But like hell had he not been the one to lead this mission. The sky was just starting to turn dark after all, and he hoped they had enough light to get them through this.

A tip had come in from a hunter out and about that afternoon. He said he heard strange cries coming from an abandoned mill down by the river.

Signaling the other officers to surround the place, he and the front group slunk toward the mill, and he kicked the door in from the side.

[qualapec]

Things had gone fine for the first day or so, but then she's started crying. Brachen did almost everything he could think of to get her to be quiet, short of hitting her. She went beyond paralyzing fear, instead turning to something more tangible - like crying for a mommy that wasn't coming for her.

Brachen was gone from himself, he no longer had a sense of time, or food, or water, and there was some small part of him that told him the kit needed that, but it was small and no longer in the forefront of his mind. He wanted to keep things like this - just him and his little sister, pure and untainted by life, untainted by blood or sex.

Perhaps if he'd been aware or cared about himself, he might have heard the footsteps before the harsh exclaimation as the door to the old mill was broken in, snapping and splintering.

[victoriousscarf]

Sonya went in first, gun already out as officers filed in after him, one going for the kit who was still crying. "Paws up," he informed the tom he saw inside the room. He spared half a second glance for the kit in the corner--it looked like Andy's kit.

[qualapec]

Brachen stayed where he was, too stunned to do anything, too far from everything to comprehend that things had changed. He hadn't slept in two days, and his sense of timing and reality were gone. He tilted his head at the tom in blue that had just come through the door. "Excuse me? Do I know you?"

[victoriousscarf]

Sonya blinked, not quite lowering the gun and nodding to another of the officers, who stepped forward warily with cuffs, to get them on the tom. "Search him," he barked, as the other officer scooped up the kit, who had stopped wailing at the sight of so many cats dressed like her father.

[qualapec]

Brachen wasn't quite sure what was going on. He must have fallen asleep at some point and his sister must have run away. She always liked to run in the woods. She'd be back, though. He felt paws going through his clothes and had the passing notion that he should have been concerned - but the part of him that gave a damn realized the jig was up and stopped its attempts to warn him.

[victoriousscarf]

Sonya's eyes became huge as he watched the officer searching the tom start to pull out a wide assortment of knifes--and there was a curved blade alright. Between that and the kit, there was very little way this cat was not the one they were looking for. "Get him back to the station," he growled, going over to the officer with the kit, murmuring some soft instructions to him as several others surrounded the suspect and dragged him to one of the waiting cars, before the whole group headed back to the station.

[qualapec]

When Brachen came back to himself, he was sitting in a square, dimly lit room. His paws were cuffed behind him and he sat in an uncomfortable wooden chair. He blinked, blue eyes adjusting and focusing on the sticky, greasy sweat on his fur and the gentle swing of the lamp above, and the scar around his throat itched. "Where am I?" A part of him knew, but he couldn't quite conjure the memory yet.

[victoriousscarf]

Sonya glanced up from the papers he had in front of him, blinking at little at finally getting something that sounded coherent out of the suspect. A pot of coffee sat to one side, a cup next to it. "The police station," he responded, voice neutral.

[qualapec]

"...What happened?" Brachen had a pretty good guess, but he needed to buy time. Cops. Cops were better than mobs, both kinds of mobs - The Mob, and angry mobs.

[sybbil]

Bautista had bolted from the police car before it had even come to a complete halt. They'd caught him, they'd caught the son of a bitch! He'd bet anything the Commissioner himself would be questioning the suspect but Bautista knew that the Commissioner hadn't left the office for two days, he was in no condition to be questioning. Bautista had gone home every night, just to make sure...to make sure he still had his family. He felt horrible, selfish, but he couldn't help it. At last he reached the door. Pausing to catch his breath, he then knocked on the door. "Sir?"

[victoriousscarf]

"You were found in an abandoned mill with a kitnapped kit and covered in knifes, some of which match the wounds found on several murders," Sonya replied, deadpan to Brachen's question. "I suppose you do not need me to tell you what sort of situation that puts you in."

He glanced up at the knock. "Enter!" he barked.

[qualapec]

Brachen's head was still spinning too much to give a coherent answer, so he stayed quiet and tried to opt for continuing on the playing dumb route. "No, where does that put me?" he visibly cringed at the sound of the officer's yell, making his head swim again with the force behind it.

[sybbil]

Opening the door, Bautista forced himself to ignore the other cat in the room, focusing rather on Commissioner Vlask. "Sir, if I may speak with you outside for a moment?"

[victoriousscarf]

Sonya glanced from the criminal to his employee, rising slowly and going over to him, closing the door behind him. "Yes?"