Casey had insisted that Randin go home, after several hours of him sitting at her side, making sure, and doubly sure, that her pain was well managed, that she was going to be alright, that nothing like that was ever going to happen under his watch again. The surgeons had taken her to emergency surgery the moment she was rolled into the emergency room, removing the biofoam and stitching up her leg and shoulder, before hooking her up to a PCA pump and rolling her back to the recovery room.

Now she sat on a standard medical-surgical unit, waking up from the last drowsy dose of pain medication, and staring at the sterilized white ceiling as the sound of a heart monitor, and an IV pump beeped musically from somewhere off to her left. Randin was gone, his plastic chair vacated, and her bed-side table had a vase of flowers sitting on top, the blooms a vibrant collection of shades of red and pink. The woman smiled, clearly exhausted, but happy to be alive.

What a fluke, she thought to herself, glancing down at her heavily bandaged shoulder. It would be a while before she'd be back to top form, but she could manage the wait. It would be nice to just have a small break, even if it meant sick leave.

A nurse in pressed scrubs the color of a robin's egg came in to inquire after her pain. Casey merely shook her head, smiling the whole time, and relaxed into her pillow as the woman left. Here, they knew her as Detective Bethany Foster.

Casey Delancy was a name only Randin knew her by, and for good reason.

Claire: Having been informed where Casey was she made her way to the reception, showing her card, before entering the door to the ward, private. Interesting, normally most in her place would have just waited, but this was one of Randin's fella's and she intended to root out all the corruption.

Entering in she smiled more due to practice than genuine, "Ms. Casey Delancy I do believe, I am Claire MacDonald, as you are well aware if you been reading notices and texts on your mobile, IA Investigation has been launched on the whole department, I am not the head of this, but I am considered one of the best. This is all pretty much just reassessment of your performance and seeing whether you are fit to hold the badge." taking out a notepad she started writing, "Note if you fail you will be kicked off the force, Percival the new head of PD has made it abundantly clear that anyone who is causing issues for department is to be removed."

With that she took out a recording device from her pocket, before saying, "First question, is Casey Delancy your real name and why did you join the Wing City Police Department, feel free to ask for drink of water or anything, I am not a total sadist."

Claire: Nodding she would reply, "Interesting, "Am I to understand correctly that you were instrumental in capturing one of the worse serial killers during your times in Interpol? Note this is not a question on the interview Foster, it's more to confirm record and details."

Casey's brow knit, but she nodded. "Details that I'd discovered during my investigation were pivotal in naming the culprit, but I wasn't the one who made the arrest." Her smile faltered, but not for reasons Claire might expect.

"I dealt more with organized crime and undercover operations. That was where my talent truly lay."

Claire: Making a quick note in her pad, she continued, "Next question do you have any sexual or physical relationships with anyone on the force right now and if so have you gone through proper avenues when conducting them? Note this question is one of the usual and it proves one whether you are focused and two if you can handle yourself fine in those cases, without being bias or overly passionate."

"Right now? No." Casey mused thoughtfully. "And I've never really been interested in dating anyone I work with, but if I were, I'm sure me and whoever else may be involved would agree to put work first. We would just keep the relationship out of the work place. Also," she held up her hand, "...I'd never date a partner. Far too much risk involved in that."

She slowly stretched her bad arm, grimacing slightly. "There was a little bit of a mix-up a few months ago, between myself and another coworker, who unfortunately is deceased," her sentence faltered as her lips pulled into a frown. "But we were able to work things out, in the end. Overall, I consider myself to be pretty level-headed.

Claire: Accepting of that she said, "My condolences, time for easy questions for levity, where were you born and when?"

Casey smiled. "I was born in New London, Connecticut, in the United States of America, on a rather dismal planet called Earth, May 17, 1987."

Claire: Noting this down on the clipboard, she went on to the next question, "How long have you served with WCPD and has there ever been times where you had lapse of judgement, did this occasion put anyone in danger at all?"

"Six months, and no. But that would probably be a question better posed towards my partner, Charl- Charlotte. We've been in crossfire together and made it out alive, so I'd like to think my skills stay intact." she shrugged. "As for my judgment, my boss is pretty impressed with my record, and I've yet to disappoint anyone."

Claire: Breaking the interview she asked, "And where can I find this Charlotte?" she would also resume just at the same time and ask, "How you feel about an Aristocrat taking over WCPD has the transition been hard, or has his judgement restored some of Nations opinions of the department?"

"I never considered the transition difficult." Casey replied. "So long as I can do my job without having something political stepping on my toes. What matters is keeping people safe. That's always been my priority."

"...and Charlotte's probably sleeping at her apartment." she said with a short laugh.

Claire: Appearing to write for a while she went on, "And what of this Department reputation, it's been rather sketchy to say the least, don't you think?"

"Another reason why I decided to come here. I saw a city that needed help, and I wanted to help it. Wanted to give the WCPD a better reputation." She eyed Claire.

"I'm curious though, what do you mean by 'sketchy'?"

Claire: "I am simply suggesting that the money put into this department could go elsewhere, and would do better elsewhere. No matter what been tried crime is still rife in Wing City and to many it's considered Detroit of Terra."

Claire: Resuming her nodding she would reply, "Understood completely, nonetheless if Percival had not taken this position the department would be closing down. Anyways, what of Percival have you spoken to him at all and if so do you believe he's overly idealistic and naive?"

"Never met him." Casey replied with a smile. "So I can't say much one way or the other. Why, do you think so?"

Claire: "Well many assume because he's an aristocrat that he's foppish or simply overwhelmed by this whole job. Although it's him who launched the IA investigation."

Claire: Shaking her head she said, "Back to main questions, what is your relationship to Randin?" this seemed like it was key question.

"He's my boss?" Casey quirked a brow. "Honestly, we're too busy to do much outside of work. I'd consider him a friend, if we were allowed to have a normal friendship. But there's that 'relationship with coworkers' thing that we talked about earlier." She smiled.

"Just my boss, a good one, but nothing beyond that."

Claire: "As a follow-up if you were forced to arrest him, would you do so without question?"

Claire: She would merely respond, "This investigation was launched and will be thorough certain individuals are of more interest to IA than others. He is one of them. Anything else you wish to know you know the avenues to go through." nodding it appeared to be a habit, she note down some more information she would speak once more, "So are you suggesting if your leader failed his review and had to be apprehended you would question this order? I only ask to understand I have got the gist correct."

"If I'm going to be asked to arrest my boss, I have a right to know why, and he does too." Was all she saw fit to reply with.

"I don't do the closed-minded business, and I'll follow orders, but this isn't the military. I'll question it."

Claire: Little taken back she resumed the interview, "Have you ever taken a bribe to ignore anything and if so can you in good conscience defend it. This is another issue we have in this department many of the cops are prone to go with greed and not justice."

"Have not, in fact, my life's been on the line because I didn't take an offer." she replied, not the least bit offended that the woman might ask.

"Justice is what I want."

Her eyes rounded. "Oh! Certainly! Anything that'll help." She smiled, holding out her good hand. "Well, Claire, I certainly hope I haven't wasted your time. Will I be seeing you around at all anytime soon?"

Claire: Shaking her head, "Hopefully not Ms. Foster I am merely to do my job and root out the problem cadets of this department. I wish you good health and also got this to say, new law just passed the use of lethal force in Gambit's is accepted to subdue anyone, most of new kit is made to apprehend not kill, there are some neat toys, but otherwise I believe you will do your duty solidly, Bethany Foster of WCPD has passed her interview with flying colours." with that she grabbed her recording device and paused it before saying, "Congratulations you've shown me their is still hope for this department, faint as it is, but hope nonetheless."

Casey was grinning, even as she dropped her hand into her lap. "Have a good afternoon, then." She reclined back into her pillows, gazing at the ceiling with a brilliant smile on her face.

A fantastic experience, certainly.

She walked with a crutch, keeping the weight off of her injured leg, and her opposite arm was in a sling. It was the only option she had, other than staying in the hospital for a lengthy period of time. She'd come back to the department to gather some paperwork, and on finding their secretary having a nervous fit, quietly slipped past her, and headed back towards the offices.

She hesitated when she saw Alec with...somethingone. What was going on? Another interview?

Casey came up to the door, knocking gently before poking her head inside. "Sorry, I don't mean to interrupt," she managed, glancing between the two. "But do you mind telling me what's going on in here? The receptionist up front was pretty unsettled and I just wanted to make sure everything was okay."

Not that she could do anything about it, considering her condition, but her intentions were innocent, at the very least.