Snippet #2503

PSYCHICS!

Z'har put his paper down and visibly rolled his eyes. At least they weren't pretending to hide anymore and he could probably arrest them for disturbing the peace, or something else equally as inane and hold them in a cell for 24 hours... that aught to teach them a lesson about privacy and it being respected. He left a ten dollar bill on the table and grabbed his fresh pastry before slurping down the remains of his coffee and starting the walk towards the book store. It was quick, even on the crowded streets: Z'har was an imposing figure and people tended to get out of his way when he walked rather than risk being trampled by him because he might not have seen them walking there. He pushed his way into the bookstore purposefully and made his way to the "meeting spot" with a grim look in his red eyes.

"Alright, you two can come with me to the station for a little talk," he said, pointing at Gray and the woman and flashing his badge... also having just missed the thin man's display of psychic prowess. He did his best to look nonplussed and cop-like, which wasn't hard for him in the first place being as big as he was. "Just want to ask you some questions."