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Dominique

"Didn't I just say I will? Are all you cops so damn deaf?"

Could Dominique leave now, pretty please? No? She took a deep breath and stared into the wall at the other side of the room, her usual stiff smile showing up as she tried to disconnect with herself. She could do this, it wasn't so hard. Yes it was... This was why she preferred guns before people, guns didn't bitch around. They just do what you tell them to do without questioning it or even talking, how great it would be if all people just stopped being so difficult.

"You want to know something about Mei? Very well, she was accused for killing Councilor Daryl Court."

Okay, now she's just being mean. And not funny at all. Annoying. Why did it have to be like this? Couldn't she just answer the simple question without being so recalcitrant? That would be nice, Dominique would like that. It would mean she could leave this place so much faster and go back to her place and take painkillers for the headache, no not the one she carried with her in her inner pocket. Those were way too strong for something so small, those were only if the nerves in the shoulder started to cause problem.

"Yesterday she mentioned that there wasn't anything to know about her, that she was a nobody. Why would she describe herself as a wallflower?"

Dominique was just grasping at anything at all at the moment, she just wanted to get one answer. She didn't care about what it was about just that it was something. But her confidence in getting any kind of response other than nothing was getting low, it felt like fighting an already lost fight. She missed her rooftops and windows. It was nice lying up there at night, seeing everything while no one could see you. Well it was like that most of the time anyway. Up there she was the one that had control, in here not so much so.