"Officer Justice?" Richard maintained the severe tone, even his face managing to clear itself of its usual aloof expression that so often resided. After all, one couldn't allow foolishness to dominate one's mind when it came to such matters. The law was at stake, after all. "I'm afraid there's been a development, we've had calls regarding a possible bomb threat in Gambit's. Two squadcars have been dispatched, but..."

At this there was some sound on the other end, though to the untrained ear it likely sounded to be the rustle of the polyester weave uniform the WCPD was issued. "... we need to supplement the gap. We need you at the station."

Law sighed as shook his head, the cell-phone cradled to his ear as he looked about, not that Alyssa would know. "... sorry to say no, and it seems like this one's serious. We have three witnesses on this one and none of that phantom terrorist shit either, they ca-wait, what?" Richard's voice was distanced from the phone as he spoke with someone else present, a hint of the muffled dialogue still audible.

'–the Hell do you mean that we need more? Dear God – ... – that bad? I wouldn't ha–...'

Again did the phone find itself against his cheek as he continued, a slight quiver to his voice as he related the next words, careful in his choice of language. "... we have three officers down Justice. Get your ass here now. It's getting hot down here. Get to the station then to Gambit's, I have to go-"

Two squad-cars were present, though they certainly lacked any quality to denote the threat which Law had informed Justice of. In point of fact the handful of officers gathered seemed to be rather nonchalant, standing about their vehicles chatting and joking with one another. The ringleader himself could be found leaning against the passenger door of his own, glancing up and down Main Street with a curious glint to his eye.

Which direction would she come from?

Oh, this was going to be delicious. Despite his mischievous nature he'd almost blown it, on multiple occasions, during the call... but it would be worth it, oh so worth it. The woman really did have something stuck up her ass about her job. Given, it isn't a bad thing to take one's work seriously, especially with law enforcement, but Alyssa really needed to learn how to take it easy sometimes.

Not that they were helping her with that.

The squealing of tires and the whine of some poor, neglected vehicle's engine announced Justice's arrival, drowning out the thumping music that could be heard over the night air from their position across the street. With her arrival did a devilish grin split across Richard's face, though it faltered for a moment only to redouble.

She had requisitioned a fucking car! Oh dear God, this was getting good. Already did Richard's mind begin to venture to just what it was she was doing off duty, and what poor sap it was he'd yanked her away from. Trying his best to stifle the grin, he assumed a look like the others of nonchalance. It was just another day on the job, after all.

"... you tell us, Justice. We were just here waiting until shift ended." Given, there had been several phantom bomb threats recently, and such made it a prime choice for reeling in that prize catch. "Quiet as can be, really, though I think Gavel," Law threw a gesture over his shoulder to the smaller man, "has the shits. Dunno if you can remedy that though." The light haze of drizzle that fell only tempted his cheeks to split apart again, to reveal that boyish grin.

At this Law could resist the urge no longer and a high-pitched cackle escaped his lips, the FTO avoiding her gaze for a moment as he looked to the street to try and recompose himself. A car, a civilian's car. Well, at least they could say she was dedicated, above everything else. With a sigh following his seemingly incessant chuckling, Law returned his eyes to Justice, crossing his own arms as he did, and replied in a rather dismissive manner.

"Well, now that you're here maybe we can actually get something don-"

'What can I do for you officers tonight?'

Were it not for his speaking, Law would've never noticed the Aschen man standing across the street. In response Richard pushed himself off of his car and, with a gesture to Justice, strode over to him. Checking the street before crossing it, he hailed the man with a smile. "Just an internal issue, sir. I trust everything's alright?"

With a nod towards the bar he elaborated on the question without speaking, Gambit's infamous nature still taking precedent over the prank.

Richard Law shook his head with a smile creeping back onto his face, admitting regretfully that it really wasn't every day that Gambit's had a police presence. Given, that might've been for their own good, knowing what kind of crowd hung around the place. Metropolitan police weren't suited for dealing with most of the belligerent traffic that came through the place. "No sir, I'm afraid not... and yes, now that you mention it,"

His smile grew into a grin again, looking to the rookie with a satisfied glance. "She is." As much as they teased and berated her she was a welcome member. After all, someone had to be serious when the law was at stake. The Aschen seemed important and rather familiar, though he couldn't place his name... probably seen his face somewhere on the news, just never bothered to remember it.

With a shrug did the officer cast his gaze about again, though it caught detective Kaye now, Law's expression remaining to see the man. "Evening, detective." Richard called to the man with a raised hand, waving as he did.

Well, it seemed their fun attracted quite a bit of attention.

With a glance back to his other pupil, Law rolled his eyes, pondering for a moment how it was that he got stuck with these two. Both of them were older than him, if their papers were correct and his memory wasn't failing him. A sigh escaped his lips as he offered Justice a glance, interrupting his efforts with another chuckle, "Well, let's see..." Richard brushed back the left sleeve of his shirt, looking to the watch underneath.

It was a casio, but it got the job done.

"... eh, seven minutes. The sire here," Law offered the Aschen a nod, "trimmed it down for us a bit, just a few more minutes. I'm sure Justice-" Richard's gaze turned to her again, both interrupted with thoughts of her and the detective's bold words, his smile fading as he did. Though he couldn't figure it out at the moment, something welled in his breast to see another speak with her, especially in such a tone. No. That... that wasn't right. One pretty face shouldn't set his course. "... would like some time away from us."

Some part of him, however much he tried to suppress it, wished otherwise.

With the Sire's last words was his attention called back to the Aschen, Richard looking to the man with an absent quality to his gaze as he responded, "... I'll see to it, sir." His mind whirred now, dismissing Zarek's words as they came to some dismal corner of his conscience, considering instead what it was he felt. Something was amiss, to be sure.

"Of course, sir."

Richard Law fist-pumps with a cocky smirk playing onto his face at the prospect of getting hammered.

It didn't take much for Law's eyes to shoot to Justice, though he still panicked internally at the thought. The officer didn't like to consider that maybe there was deeper reasoning behind why he enjoyed toying with her so much. Richard had to shake such thoughts from his mind. As much of a trickster as he was, his job and oath did come first.

It didn't change how hard it was for him to refuse.

He fumbled initially for an excuse, shooting his eyes quickly to Gavel for a moment as he debated transport. The other rookie certainly could find his way back to the station. There were two cars here after all. "I'd love to, Justice, but..." Law looked to her again.

Mistake.

"... I need to go." That was for sure. He didn't have anywhere to be, but he had much to think over. He needed to get this straight. Law couldn't entertain such thoughts, much less feelings, as her FTO. For a moment did the officer consider waiting for a response, though he soon banished the thought. Thus did Law disengage from the situation, worry clouding his otherwise jovial visage.

Law arrived, entering the establishment with another rookie on his flank, having been alerted via an anonymous tip concerning the developing situation in Gambit's. Almost every day it seemed like some shit was going down... at least this time he could do something about it. Hopefully they'd arrived before the shooting started, as it always did. "... Wing City PD! Where's the... uh..." His voice trailed off upon seeing things as they were.

Well. This was interesting.

"... what's the issue?" Richard inquired, a curious and wary glance being shot to all those involved as he rested his hand on his glock. Were it that his eyes didn't deceive him there was another of those Aschen present, no good ever came of them no matter how amiable the Sire may have seemed.

Richard nodded to the detective, glancing over the badge as he shook the hand dismissively, more concerned with what was transpiring now. "I do appreciate it, sir, but there's much more at stake..." Much more at stake indeed, were it without his intervention it seemed that violent conflict would be unavoidable! He couldn't have that, especially considering his namesake.

"Please, everyone," he asked in an authoritative, calm tone, "could we please lower all the weapons?" It was good that everyone could bear arms, but sometimes people just went too far with that sort of thing. "... and I can't say I do." Law turned his eyes towards Daniel, "Bounty hunter? Lord... we get more of these freaks every week..."

Wide eyes greeted the revolver which Law was handed, the craftsmanship of the weapon seeming rather alien to the Terran's eyes. Whatever it was they were dealing with here was certainly beyond him. At least she was disarmed now. "Aiming it?" He asked under his breath, shooting Rihannon a glance as he did. A shake of his head came with it, she certainly held some beauty to her, but there was something about her which wasn't right. As she soon said, the smaller girl was her sister, were it that she was to be believed.

And she was aiming a gun at her.

Yeah, she wasn't right. A blink did he grant the situation before commenting with the Trantorian, if he wasn't mistaken. Even with the situation as it stood, he couldn't help but be intrigued by the weapons. To think that they didn't even kill... "Huh." He mused, shooting the device a glance before concentrating again on the supposed bounty hunter.

"If any of y'all don't have any qualms with this, we'll just take her back to the station..."

Law sighed as the fugitive, a fugitive that by all means should've been theirs, was snatched away from them. How it was that these people managed to walk about to this day acting like they owned the place Richard couldn't place. After meeting with the Sire the night prior he had done some reading, getting brushed up on his details regarding the Aschen. What he found, needless to say, wasn't very pleasant. But then again, anything was better than musing about Justice. To think that he had been so unprofessional... still was, actually.

Law threw his hands up, palms showing, as he sighed, allowing the frustration to leave him. No need to cause a diplomatic incident, the less he had hanging over his head the better. Where he had reached forward for Rihannon was now retracted, the officer reaching back up to his full height. "Well..." he spoke through gritted teeth, "I suppose that ends that."

Richard shook his head as he offered Callahan another glance, glad, in a way, that the detective was here. Made things a good deal easier not being the only man with any responsibility, so often was he consumed with being an FTO. Really, Gavel and Justice took it out of-wait. Was the Aschen speaking to him? A cocked eyebrow came in response, the officer not sure if this was some sort of ploy.

"I-I... uh..." This really wasn't what he was expecting, the attention of the synthetic both unnerving and exciting him. There was some sort of odd quality to her suggestion, a quality that he didn't trust. To ask an officer to drink on duty was enough for suspicion. "... I can't. On duty." Law allowed a free finger to tap his badge, whatever cheap metal it was cast in colliding harshly with his fingernail.

"And yes," he spoke, a slight smile coming to his lips accompanying the glance to Daniel. Ironically enough he was younger than both of the rookies he oversaw. "As old school as I can manage, harder than it looks at times."

Law's initial response was decided, for a moment, getting roughly halfway through it before an amendment to her suggestion. "Well, I'm afraid that this isn't you-..." The Terran was stopped for a moment as she continued, following her arm as she suggested that he and his partner take a table. With a brief glance between the two, Law shrugged as he turned his eyes back to Aiyanna. He saw nothing wrong with things, so long as it didn't break any regulation, and as long as they weren't needed elsewhere...

"If you insist, sure. A glass of water it is." A rather spartan choice, but he wasn't complaining. So far the Aschen had treated him rather well, save for this one's earlier snappishness. Perhaps ha might be able to work out a deal with her, to get Rihannon transferred over to their custody. There was no reason for the Aschen to trouble themselves with such a Terran disturbance anyway. "After you."

The voice garnered a glance in response, Law looked to Subaru as she entered, and couldn't help but glance to the floor for a moment. Yes, there was something, but not any more. The situation was resolved. He shook such from his mind as he shot her a wave and spoke over the din as best he could. "Situation's been resolved..." ... thankfully. As undesirable as the outcome had been it was still better than things going hot. There were enough fights in Gambit's as it was, the revolver he still possessed proving that this one would've been a deal nastier than usual.

But his attention was soon focused on Aiyanna as he took a seat, accompanied by his comrade. Adjusting himself once or twice, having to accommodate the other weapon, he soon found himself comfortable enough to engage in conversation, even if he had already been addressed. Omniscient AI? Well, that sounded... fancy. Being assigned to Wing City did little for his mind, especially with all of the odd traffic that passed through. "Uh... I'm Law. Officer Law. I know that sounds... well. Yeah."

He wasn't ignorant of the fact that his name was something of a joke, they didn't let him get through Academy without knowing it. "Richard Law." He added the full name thereafter, seeing no reason to keep it from her. Whether or not it was a mistake he had yet to see. "But new laws? You'll have to take pity on me, I was just transferred in from Burden city two months ago... Wing City's nuances are a bit... overwhelming."

Law took the proffered hand, shaking it as he did. He could've sworn the two'd already been introduced, but then his memory wasn't his most reliable quality. She had an odd look about her, but such wasn't necessarily bad. Given, an FTO named Law and two rookies named Justice and Gavel probably seemed worse. Richard shook the thought from his head, though it was soon replaced by a curious one, as Subaru's speech was rather... Whatever, he thought, blinking away his thoughts as he offered her a smirk, "Don't worry about it Subaru." No need for people to think they'd offended him.

The topic of the developing conflict in the bar did demand attention however, attention that, once his own was drawn away from Aiyanna for a moment, Law was eager enough to give. "Well..." he mused, looking to things as they stood. This really was beyond his comprehension. Give him dope-dealers, street-thugs, even mob-troops... but this? A veritable international incident was going down in a bar. For a moment his mind recalled his lack of sleep, both thanks to the force and his feelings for Justice. A rather odd thought occurred to him at this point, one that he really couldn't comprehend.

The fuck did I have eat last night?

He sighed as he couldn't recall, so intriguing was the news he had read or so demanding had Justice's memory been. With pursed lips did Law give the order, "... do what you must, Subaru. We don't need things descending into anarchy after such a close-call."

As nice as the android had seemed before her recent transformation, Law was quite set in his course of action now. Bug out, away from whatever the Hell was going down here. He knew that something was going to happen at this damn place, every time he came here something managed to go down. Immediately was his concern for his partner, ensuring that the man in the seat beside him accompanied him to the floor. A first step in staying alive was out of the line of fire of... whatever that thing was.

Glancing about, it seemed that Subaru was holding her own but Callahan wasn't. Something had crawled up his ass and died. With a quick hand did he grasp his trouserleg and yank, trying to get the man onto the floor as he did. If they all got down there might be some chance for them getting out. Lord knew that Law would rather take having to work with Justice for weeks over this.

Richard shook his head as he shot the room at large another glance, addressing Timothy in an off-hand tone as he did, more concerned with finding some way out, not just for himself but the few civilians that remained. "It was nothing, we'll have to see if we can flank around those that are left-" At this Subaru spoke up, garnering Law's gaze as he reached for his sidearm, drawing the glock from its holster though he doubted it'd be of much use. It was an act born more of habit than necessity.

"Draw their attention Subaru! We'll round up what we can..." With that he looked to Callahan again, rising from his prone position as he propped himself up on one hand, the other bearing his weapon. He hadn't long to sit there as Callahan soon dragged him over behind Subaru, "... Callahan, I'll secure the rear exit, you and Judge," he gestured to the other officer with him, "round up who's left." With that did he depart, unsure whether he should bring his weapon to bear on either party. He decided against it, best just to disengage after securing the civilians.

Law helped guide those civilians who remained inside out into the lacking light of the evening, only raising his gaze from them to Callahan at his words concerning some sort of end. End? What was he-... At this Richard bothered to look up into the sky, the looming shape of some alien vessel or another garnering a wide-eyed stare from the Terran.

"... huh." To be sure, he was more impressed with the sheer size of the ship rather than the fact that he might be dead in a few minutes. "Would you look at that."