Gus Gungus
One Thousand Club
In one of those action cop movies from last millennium this would've been about when Detective Riggsy McClane booted open the front door with a pistol in each hand and roared for nobody to move, having traced the insane professor Bant's whereabouts via some cutting edge investigative work and rode down with no support from the department to administer justice. The department had rules. Regulations. Detective Riggsy didn't care about any of that shit. He didn't even understand it. He earned his badge on one conviction and one conviction only: the bad deserved to face justice.
In this harsh world of reality, there would be no door booting. The detective whose cutting edge investigative work had actually led her right to the most wanted man in the city with no support from the department was, and had for some time been, hiding under a table. Listening. Listening to everything. It sounded kind of like a total load of crap, even if it explained some things about the last several hours of her life and a few of the things she'd seen since entering this room, so she guessed it was about time she did her thing.
Dramatic entrances were cool in movies but she was pretty sure in real life they were super annoying, so she just stood up.
"Sup. Police. Um, so if you could all come to my precinct with me and say everything you just said but there I would really appreciate that."
Mayfield wasn't exactly a social butterfly, but she wasn't docile either, and she'd always been able to address crowds of civilians pretty calmly. This situation was weird, though, and now that she was thinking about it the way she just randomly stood up from behind a table also was pretty weird, so she shifted her weight a little bit just in case any of them tried something.
"Doctor Bant, I've been listening this whole time and I know you're probably not guilty but you're also super wanted right now so you're pretty much under arrest. Sorry."
In this harsh world of reality, there would be no door booting. The detective whose cutting edge investigative work had actually led her right to the most wanted man in the city with no support from the department was, and had for some time been, hiding under a table. Listening. Listening to everything. It sounded kind of like a total load of crap, even if it explained some things about the last several hours of her life and a few of the things she'd seen since entering this room, so she guessed it was about time she did her thing.
Dramatic entrances were cool in movies but she was pretty sure in real life they were super annoying, so she just stood up.
"Sup. Police. Um, so if you could all come to my precinct with me and say everything you just said but there I would really appreciate that."
Mayfield wasn't exactly a social butterfly, but she wasn't docile either, and she'd always been able to address crowds of civilians pretty calmly. This situation was weird, though, and now that she was thinking about it the way she just randomly stood up from behind a table also was pretty weird, so she shifted her weight a little bit just in case any of them tried something.
"Doctor Bant, I've been listening this whole time and I know you're probably not guilty but you're also super wanted right now so you're pretty much under arrest. Sorry."