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Frank tried to remain calm as he was grabbed by the scientist.

"I had to smoke a cigar, that's all. I got a bit antsy so I walked around the building a couple times. Not my fault you have lazy security, right? If I walk around, it helps my circulation. I have diabetes and it helps keep the blood pumping. Speaking of, I need to take my insulin...... couldja let me go?" Frank's mind was racing everywhere at once. Did he make sense? He sounded like he made sense.

He was fine. Smooth talkin' Frank totally smooth talked his way out of another sticky situation.


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Mikhos did a quick U Turn in a parking lot, turning around and heading back from the edge of town towards Downtown. It was Saturday evening and the highschoolers would no doubt be testing their limits around the mall zone. "Hey guys, let's go 40 miles over the speed limit in a parking lot! That's what cool kids do!"

Mikhos smirked. It was only several years ago he was doing the same thing, though. He turned on his car stereo and tuned into some ska, something upbeat to keep the worst night of the week from getting on his nerves.

Few could tell the 2011 Mitsubishi Lancer was converted into a police car. It wasn't a standard vehicle, and the detective didn't mind. He was probably the last guy you'd expect to be a cop. It even surprised himself when all of a sudden he had enrolled himself into the police academy.