| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK> |
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| Subject: | MCT (Miami Cop Trouble) |
| Date: | Sun, 5 Apr 1998 02:46:18 +0100 |
>>>>>[We need to meet. This is part of the reason why.
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A small office, cramped with data in various media waiting to be
processed. A small, pretty woman - Detective Sharon Goodwright of the
Miami Police Department - is two-finger-typing on her terminal. The
camera view has the two-dimensional flatness of a cheap commercial
camera, the sort of unit you'd hide in a corner to see who's stealing in
a locker room or who's pissing in the coffee pot. The door flies open,
and an annoyingly handsome blonde man storms in.
"DAMN IT, Goodwright!" Rezar rants. "You stay the hell out of my
cases!"
"How have I upset you this time, Sergeant?" Goodwright asks.
"_I_ am responsible for the Pentagram killings. You do _not_ frag about
with my cases without explicit permission! You understand me,
Detective?"
"Well, Sergeant, I merely explored a few avenues that seemed to have
been overlooked. Of course, that could only be because you had deemed
them not worth investigating, since you've got stripes and all."
Goodwright can put a lot of sarcasm into her voice when it suits her.
"But since you didn't think they merited attention, I thought I could
look safely, since of course you wouldn't overlook anything important."
"Are you accusing me, Detective?" Rezar leans across the desk.
"Did I say I was? If not, Sergeant Juan Rezar, is there something I
_should_ accuse you of? I'd hate to be negligent."
"To Miami PD, or to your Federal fuckbuddy? That UCAS spook you're
screwing?"
Goodwright looks angry. "I most humbly _beg_ your pardon, Juanito, but
much as Lieutenant Lynch pleased my eye and brought interesting thoughts
to mind, while he was here he was the perfect gentleman. You might learn
lessons from him -"
"While he was here. Yeah, right! Like he and his death squad aren't
still in town?"
"I wouldn't know, Juan. I'm only a detective, remember?"
"Get this, Goodwright." Rezar leans further across, so he's almost face
to face. "I find he's still in town, he's going to get busted and
extradited to Aztlan. They want him _bad_. I find you're helping him,
you're going to do hard time. The man's a fragging psychopath! Now, you
got anything to tell me?"
"Yeah." Goodwright replies. "I'm telling you to get the fuck out of my
office."
"Right. Sure. Oh, yeah, I'm gone. But get this, you stupid little bitch.
Lynch fucks around in Miami, he dies. You want to go down with him as
well as _on_ him, you're welcome, but don't expect me to be a character
witness at your trial. He's a goddamn terrorist, that's all. You dig?"
"You're breathing my air, Rezar. Get out of here."
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-- Detective Sharon Goodwright <01:32:34/04-05-59>
Miami Police Department
