12-16-2013, 08:43 PM
"Scratch that," Halvard instructed. Throwing on his jacket, he strapped his guns into their holsters located around his chest. His badge was placed neatly on his belt and he tugged on a pair of his black gloves. The gloves were to keep his prints off the crime scene, and it was also nice not to have GSR (gun shot residue) on his hands. Not to mention, the week before he managed to scuff his hand up and he didn't want that to happen again.
Giving his hair a good push backwards over his head, he grabbed a few more items, specifically his wallet and keys. Halvard was the proud owner of your stereotypical police SUV. It was large and black with sirens equipped to the top. The license plate also screamed police, as it was short and had the words "police" stamped on the side in small print.
Halvard wasn't following the commander out, but it sure looked like as he exited out the same door as he. Not to mention, he was only a few paces behind the boss and his secretary. Rynn, now at his heels, was gearing up and getting ready for the trip. Flicking his blue eyes back to met her green orbs, he scoffed, "Looks like you might get more action than originally planned."
Their relationship was strictly professional, well at least when he was alert and awake. There was nothing romantic between them because Halvard wasn't that kind of man. He was all work, no love. After all, the fate of the world depended on he and his teammates. If romance worked its way into his life, saving the world and stopping Loki would fall onto the back burner, and that would be problematic. Loki and the Shi were his targets -- the only dreams and goals worth pursuing. Maybe after the rogue Shi were dealt with he could think about a family, but he was already twenty-seven. The odds of settling down soon weren't in his favor.
Within no time, the redhead and raven were in the parking bay. With a quick click on the fob, his vehicle lit up and the engine revved. A quick-start was installed for such timely issues. Pulling himself into the black SUV, he strapped himself into the leather seat behind the wheel. He barely gave Rynn enough time to slip into the car before he was driving forward. As both their doors closed just in the nick of time, the car emerged from the garage and was peeling away on the streets. Lights flashing and siren whaling, the two made their way to the tracks.
"Only three were reported, but let's assume there are more," his eyes remained on the road. Giving the wheel a good yank, the car barreled down a side road. A few people flipped him the bird and he, in return, flipped them right back.
"Gotta love morons," he growled to himself.
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