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[div class=img style="margin-left: 10px; background-image: url(https://i.postimg.cc/8zfCpfpy/s4.png);"][div class=info][div class=text]"Don't be an idiot-
Stay out of my way."[/div][/div][/div]
Stay out of my way."[/div][/div][/div]
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[div class=name]Zhang Kang-Jian[/div]
[div class=alias]a.k.a. "The Bear"[/div]
[div class=title]Police Detective[/div]
[/div][div class=alias]a.k.a. "The Bear"[/div]
[div class=title]Police Detective[/div]
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At Jian's invitation, the young man's cheeks turned the most delightful shade of pink as he rubbed his neck in embarrassment, grinning self-consciously but in obvious pleasure.
"Of course, I'm always up for a drink," he said with that beautiful smile. "Avi always stocks the best vodka as well."
Jian laughed, loud and booming in the closed room.
"A Russian man who has a taste for fine vodka, eh? I never would have thought it." He grinned at Nicholai, his eyes twinkling.
"In that case, shall we say 7pm at The Goy?"
After getting Nicholai's response, he rose to leave.
"I'll see you then," he declared, smiling warmly.
Just as he was closing the door, he heard the intercom on the lieutenant's desk buzzing, followed by Umisa's voice coming through, informing him that he was expected in the leader's office- no doubt to report to her on this meeting.
As Jian took the elevator down, left the building, and headed back to the station, he smiled to himself. Even though it had been under such worrisome circumstances, he had been delighted to have an excuse to meet with Nicholai again, and he was more delighted still that his invitation had been accepted. For a while he was simply lost in thought, looking forward to that evening, but then he pulled his mind back to the matter at hand.
The Tundra didn't have any information (or at least, no information they were sharing). He wasn't surprised by this, but it was still disappointing. Still, he had to get to the bottom of this case, so he would pursue every possible lead until he did.
When he got to the station, he headed straight for Martin's desk, but it was empty. He asked around- no one had seen him. On his way to see if the receptionist knew where he was, he bumped into Noah Lansky- scrawny, nervous fellow who was more at home pushing paper than out on the field.
"Hey Lansky- sorry about that. You seen Clint, by any chance?" Lansky nodded.
"He headed down to the lockers 'bout five minutes ago," he replied. Must've just finished his beat, he thought. Jian thanked Lansky and headed down as well.
When he reached the lockers, Martin was changing out of his uniform, soaked-through from what looked like another interminable, useless walkabout. Jian wondered why the Chief always stuck him with these bullshit assignments- the man was a good cop. He walked up to him without preamble.
"Hey Clint, can I get a word?"
Jian hooked a thumb behind him in a gesture that clearly expressed Let's talk elsewhere, not wanting to have this conversation in the locker room.
[/div][/div]"Of course, I'm always up for a drink," he said with that beautiful smile. "Avi always stocks the best vodka as well."
Jian laughed, loud and booming in the closed room.
"A Russian man who has a taste for fine vodka, eh? I never would have thought it." He grinned at Nicholai, his eyes twinkling.
"In that case, shall we say 7pm at The Goy?"
After getting Nicholai's response, he rose to leave.
"I'll see you then," he declared, smiling warmly.
Just as he was closing the door, he heard the intercom on the lieutenant's desk buzzing, followed by Umisa's voice coming through, informing him that he was expected in the leader's office- no doubt to report to her on this meeting.
As Jian took the elevator down, left the building, and headed back to the station, he smiled to himself. Even though it had been under such worrisome circumstances, he had been delighted to have an excuse to meet with Nicholai again, and he was more delighted still that his invitation had been accepted. For a while he was simply lost in thought, looking forward to that evening, but then he pulled his mind back to the matter at hand.
The Tundra didn't have any information (or at least, no information they were sharing). He wasn't surprised by this, but it was still disappointing. Still, he had to get to the bottom of this case, so he would pursue every possible lead until he did.
When he got to the station, he headed straight for Martin's desk, but it was empty. He asked around- no one had seen him. On his way to see if the receptionist knew where he was, he bumped into Noah Lansky- scrawny, nervous fellow who was more at home pushing paper than out on the field.
"Hey Lansky- sorry about that. You seen Clint, by any chance?" Lansky nodded.
"He headed down to the lockers 'bout five minutes ago," he replied. Must've just finished his beat, he thought. Jian thanked Lansky and headed down as well.
When he reached the lockers, Martin was changing out of his uniform, soaked-through from what looked like another interminable, useless walkabout. Jian wondered why the Chief always stuck him with these bullshit assignments- the man was a good cop. He walked up to him without preamble.
"Hey Clint, can I get a word?"
Jian hooked a thumb behind him in a gesture that clearly expressed Let's talk elsewhere, not wanting to have this conversation in the locker room.
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With: Martin[/div][/div][/div]
With: Martin[/div][/div][/div]
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