2018.07.01: Fed in the Shed

{{Infobox Log |name = Fed in the Shed |summary = After a bike ride, Lleu stops in at the PD looking for Faith but runs into a Fed. |icdate = Sun Jul 1st, 2018 |ictime = 19:56:30 2018, PDT. |players = Lleutrim, [[Theo] |location = Prospect Police Department - Foyer |spheres = Mortal, ? }}

Prospect Police Department - Foyer

The entry foyer for the police department is always lit, always staffed, and often busy. The foyer is a high ceiling room of tile. The Prospect PD shield is inlaid in the middle of the tile, the symbol about 4 feet across. DARE posters hang in a couple spots on the walls, as do plaques recognizing the officer of the month, and, under a folded flag, a small spotlit plaque bearing a handful of names. The engraved silver plate simply reads 'That Others May Live.' Several cameras watch from various angles. Directly across from the exterior doors is the duty desk, staffed by two or three uniformed officers. They sit behind thick glass, and speak with visitors by intercom. There's a pass through at each of the windows for visitors to send paperwork back. Next to the windows is a heavy door that the desk can open with a buzzer to allow visitors back into the rest of the police building. There is also a keypad next to the door to allow officers to let themselves through without bothering the desk sergeants.

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The sun's gone down and night is rapidly over taking Prospect. A fella comes walking in through the front doors of the Police Department carrying a motorcycle helmet. Lleu's dressed in a black leather jacket with blue jeans and well worn black combat boots. His jacket is open to reveal an olive drab T-shirt that has a snarling bear logo on it and beneath that it says 'Beserker Viking Special Forces'. A black and white keffiyeh is tied loosely around his throat. By his confident stride, the fella looks like he knows where he is going as he heads right up to the duty desk, "Hey, did Sergeant Donahue come back in this evening?"

Theo is leaning against one of the nearby walls. A half-consumed cup of warm coffee sitting on a shelf next to him as he flips through a file in his hand. A lazy finger flips the pages back and forth slowly, as he studies the file. At the sound, he flicks his gaze up towards the 'biker' that enters. For the moment he looks to see how the desk sergeant reacts, quiet.

The guy at the desk looks annoyed, "How in the hell should I know, Donnachaidh? Do I look like I keep tabs on Internal Affairs? I haven't seen her come in since I started shift but she could have gotten called to go check something out." He eyes the other guy, "If you was smart, you'd be wanting to stay clear of Donahue anyway."

Lleu thins his mouth as he listens then flicks his gaze briefly at the ceiling, "I know, I know, she's IA. Bad news, all that crap. Forget I asked. Thanks anyway." He turns and finds a place to set the helmet and free up his hands. Donnachaidh draws out his cell phone and checks for messages then texts a brief one to someone or another while he stands there over by the wall and out of the way.

Theo offers, "Most people have the good sense to avoid Internal Affairs, unless they have something to report." the man makes the light comment, before reaching over to pick up his mug and takes a drag from the warm disappointing fluid and follows up with, "Everything okay?"

He glances up and looks Theo over. The phone is put away and Lleu picks the motorcycle helmet back up. "I hear that a lot. Everything's fine. She ditched out on a couple of us this evening and I just wondered what happened. I'll probably see her around in a day or two." Lleu fishes his motorcycle keys out of his pocket, "There's better coffee in town. Keurig's weak."

Theo nods and says, "Ahh.. makes sense." he takes a moment, considering you and asks, "Prior service?" as though he notes something about you manner or how you carry yourself. Then he looks towards his cup and offers, "This coffee is pretty bad. Functional, but that's about where it ends. Could use a decent cup though, if that advice comes with directions."

Lleutrim gives Theo a nod, "Marine Corps. Patrol officer for the moment." One side of his mouth twists a little into a half grin, "Go up towards the university to Prospect Roasters. Much better coffee. I'm sure there are other places in town but most of them make floofy flavoured drinks. Trying to cover up cheap, bitter Columbian beans."

Theo finishes his coffee with a swig and motions to place the mug down. A glance towards the Desk Sergeant, and then back - like he was making sure no one was in ear shot. "No one is perfect." he winks when you mention Marine and says, "Army." he closes the file and leans forward to offer his hand. "I'll check that out Officer, appreciate the advice. What you riding?" he gestures lightly towards the helmet, and then towards the door - indicating your bike of choice.

'Army' gets a grin out of him and the hand is accepted. Lleu's grip is firm and brief with direct eye contact, "That's all right. You have something to aspire to." A baring of his teeth in that grin for a moment, then he gestures outside, "Just a Harley Fatboy I have on loan. Friend of mine is building me a custom bike but it'll take a little while. I just transferred in from Atlanta." His faint Southern accent does give him away but it's subtle. "Name's Lleu, btw. You have business with the PD tonight?"

Theo takes his hand back after the shake, offering the same firm, direct eye-contact respect before he did so. "You're a step ahead of me. One day maybe, when I'm not buried in alimony payments that is." He nods his head and says, "Giordano." he offers, then he corrects, "Theo." a light thumb back towards the desk and he says, "Just got here myself. Looking at some cold files, and familiarizing myself with some of the events. The man has fed stink all over him, though he's pretty casual for one.

Donnachaidh is relaxed, his movements minimal and quiet, his baritone kept low but not soft. A faint up nod, "Fed or Detective?" The suit. "Either way, welcome to Prospect, Giordano. I've only been around a week myself. Learning my way around town." But hey, at least he knows where to get better coffee! "If you need a good place to eat, try Smoke and Barley. Need anything else, ask the guy at the duty desk."

Theo chuckles lightly, looking down at himself and then back, "Special Agent Theo Giordano, FBI. Working a task force here locally, and just getting my bearings still here in Prospect. Why the transfer?" He nods to the advice and says, "Sergeant was pretty helpful.. no, I did my time PD.. came out like you, started patrolling and worked my way up actually."

Lleutrim smiles a little, "My folks passed away back east. I could use a change of scenery for a while." A slow nod, "I was a Captain before I went PD so I don't expect to stay Patrol for long. Great way to learn my way around before people start expecting me to know what's going on." A faint gesture with the helmet, "Where you from, if you don't mind my asking?"

Theo nods and says, "East coast as well.. Rhode Island actually.. though that seems like fifty-million years ago these days. I've spent most of my life traveling, so home is really wherever my duffle fits, even now." He offers, "I'm glad I did my time patrol when I got out. There's perspective there, you don't get otherwise. The boys respect you more, if you put in your time too. Looks better on your jacket." he shrugs and then adds, "You know.. till you start wearing a suit, then you're a douche bag again." he smirks, obviously not bothered by the perception.

A curt nod, "Understood." He pulls out his riding gloves and starts to tug them on, "Agreed, though not just for looks. The experience is useful to /understand/. I did my time in combat deployments and got out before they sent me up as a staff officer to wipe some General's ass. I know how it works." A soft laugh from him then, "No thanks to the suit. You can keep it." Lleu glances at his watch, "I should get going. Work in the morning. Maybe see you around, Giordano." Donnachaidh heads back out to his borrowed bike.

After running into a Fed, Russian gangsters might be on his mind the rest of his ride.