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Geoffrey Allan

"Unexpected."

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a character in “Gunpoint Justice”, as played by Homesick Angel

Description

|| Geoffrey Allan ||




"Don't mistake my silence for weakness."




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|| Theme Songs ||
Normal|| Victory | The Silent Comedy
Fighting|| Son of Sam | Shinedown
Emotional|| Pour Me | Hollywood Undead



|| Full Name ||
Inspector Geoffrey Lee Allan

|| Age ||
28

|| Gender ||
Male

|| Sexuality ||
Heterosexual

|| Role ||
Inspector 3

|| Face Claim ||
Loki | Avengers




|| Hair Color ||
Sable Black

|| Eye Color ||
Sage Green

|| Skin Tone ||
Fair

|| Height ||
5'9"

|| Weight ||
168 lbs

|| Appearance ||Image
Geoff is an averagely handsome man of the nondescript variety. A ragged mess of black hair sits upon his head, always pushed back out of his eyes that he can see. The back of his mane falls to his shoulders where it sits like a crow. His eyes are a brilliant green color, perhaps the only color the man entirely possesses. Otherwise, he is a man of grey scale nature. He is a fair figure with unblemished skin, which paints a stark contrast with his hair and his preference for dark suits. A marble mask sits on his face which betrays no emotions other than the ones he want. His features are sharp and angular period with a staring gaze.

He's not a tall man either, but neither is he short. He sits at a comfortable middling at having to not look up nor down at people often. He's not what one would call built either, but the again neither is he all skin and bones. Fibers of muscle and sinew crisscross underneath his skin, drawing a road map of where he's all been. He is a person of a completely average nature, as all the stark extremes were spent on his coloration. This does not give him an intimidating appearance, nor even a particularly strong one, not that Geoff minds. The notions of manliness are wasted on him, he is simply what he needs to be.

Business-like is perhaps the best way to describe Geoff. He is one who would rather sit and thing rather than act brashly and it shows. He is a pair of glasses away from giving off a librarian like vibe. He is always seen to be dressed in various dress suits and ties, all impeccably neat. When he's feeling particularly fancy, he even dons a green scarf, adding another splash of color to his stark contrast. He walks with a slow deliberate pace, and his eyes cast around like a hawk's, searching for the next clue or hint for the case at hand.





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|| Personality ||
Thoughtful, Geoff is the man who tends to think before he acts or speaks. He is in possession of a deliberate nature, no word nor action is wasted. Everything he does contributes to a desired effect. This of course has an effect of giving him a slow calculating pace. Otherwise, Geoff is a quite man of little words. He's perpetually calm and collected without a temper to speak of. Say and do whatever you want to him and you will never extract a rise out of him. The most you'll get is a cold hard stare leveled your way. If it's especially egregious, you'll get a comment stating such. This gives him the patience of a saint, and he will wait to time's end if he thinks the outcome is worth it.

This being said, somehow Geoff doesn't give the impression of an apathetic individual. He cares about things and people, it's just that drawing these emotions to the surface is difficult, and getting him to actually act like it is a lesson in futility. He has no problem speaking his mind, it's just off-putting when he's telling someone he likes them in an emotionless tone and an empty look affixed to his face. He has a beating heart underneath all the layers of stone. Surprisingly, Geoff is a closet idealist. The ideas of justice, peace, and happiness are enticing, though believes that they aren't for him. He would always attempt to do the right thing if it's not also the stupid thing to do.

Geoff is an intelligent man and puts the inspect in the Inspector. He runs crime scenes like a well oiled machine, and not much escapes his view. Even the most gruesome of crime scenes don't faze him. He'll simply glance and get to work without a word said. Even then, his intelligence is apparent in his speech-- when he speaks. His dialect is a learned one with intelligent diction and enunciation. It's only due to his subdued accent that marks it as his second language, the first being the Queen's English. He's quick with his wits and has the critical thinking to boot. A bit of a surprise, but Geoff has the empathy to put himself in the criminal's shoes, to analyze and deduce the reasoning behind most lowly criminals. The Artist, however, is one of the ones who's head he cannot enter-- for better or worse.

This sings of a man who has everything in his life together. This is far from the truth. Geoff is an alcoholic, and those night when he does sleep, he sleeps in a drunken stupor. It's his coping mechanism, it's how he deals with his day to day. He stares into the darkest hearts of man, and he leaves a bit of himself every time he does. He is a man who's faith in humanity is steadily decline, and the drink is an attempt to put a blurry filter on what is and let's him see what could be more clearly. It's his dark secret, and one he keeps locked away under lock and key. He lets enough of it out so that others would only think that he simply enjoys his whiskey, not that he needs it. He's got it under control enough so that he doesn't drink on the job, but once Geoff stops being an inspector, the flask comes out.

|| Likes ||
+ Alcohol
+ Smoking
+ Order
+ Puzzles
+ Music
+ Cats

|| Dislikes ||
- Silence
- Being Cold
- Being Hot
- Being Uncomfortable
- Criminals
- The Dominator

|| Weakness ||
Slow | Inspector Allan is an incredibly methodical person and tends to take his time when working. This makes him slow to act, rather taking the time to think things out before actually doing anything.

Weakness | Weakness is Geoff's weakness, as in he's not as strong as another man of his size. He is not a fighter, warrior, or other synonyms of such. He can be thrown like a wet paper sack if pressed into one on one combat.

Quiet | Geoff is exceedingly quiet, only speaking when needing to, or spoken to. He does not initiate conversations, nor does he make "small talk".




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|| Personal Strengths ||
Intelligent | Geoff is in possession of quite the intellect. This allows him to see details others would miss, put him in the boots of the criminals, or otherwise just makes him a walking encyclopedia.

Thoughtful | All that time he takes to think things over pays off. Geoff is a man of little waste, accomplishing his goals with the minimum amount of required effort. He has thought all the possibly ways an incident could go down, and chose the simplest of them.

Clever | Pragmatic and adaptable, Geoff sometimes employs odd tactics that still somehow get the job done

|| Personal Weakness ||
Alcoholism | Geoff is stricken with the demon drink and he's ashamed of the fact. He's able to control it enough that he won't drink on the job, but anywhere and everywhere else is fair game. He tries to downplay his addiction as much as he can, so others will only think of it as a hobby. Truth is, he can hardly sleep if he isn't sloshed.

Idealist | Geoff desperately wants to believe in the good of people, and that the world isn't spiraling into complete and utter disarray, despite what he sees in his day to day. He believes in the notion of justice and mercy, and in the heart of men, but he's been bitten more times than he could count. It won't stop him from attempting to be a good person though.

Emotions | This is a two-fold issue for Geoff. He has them, but he doesn't know how to express them. He feels as well as the next person, maybe even more but he doesn't know how to convey these feelings. So he simply doesn't.

|| Usual Psycho-Pass Level||
35

|| Biography ||
Geoffrey Lee Allan was born to a Japanese mother and an English father. His father was a detective in London, while his mother was a student attending university to become a doctor. He only spent the first couple years of his life in England before his mother graduated the family uprooted and moved back to his Mother's home of Tokyo. While in Nursery school in London, Geoff was a fun child, always talkative, and just your average kid in general. Things started to change in Tokyo. He became closed off, quiet, and reserved, mostly because he couldn't understand the language they were speaking. The other kids didn't interact with the foreigner which only made things worse. He finally began to learn the language, but the damage was done. He grew to be a closed off, shy child.

Problems on the home front certainly didn't help matters. Only two years after the move, his parents began to argue. Arguing grew to yelling grew to hurtful things, all in front of Geoff. His mother had had enough and up and left the father and son. Geoff's father reacted by throwing himself into his work, and soon became an Inspector. Geoff meanwhile continued to go to his classes and made great marks. Not that his father seemed to care much. He soon drifted into the drink, and Geoff had all but lost his father but in name. He wasn't home often, and when he was he was either drunk or asleep. In hindsight, Geoff was lucky he turned out how he did. A lot of other kids would have lashed out in his position. He simply retreated inside.

Graduation came one day, and per usual his father was nowhere to be seen. He soon enrolled in the only thing he knew, the Tokyo Police. The parting between father and son was a quiet affair, as Geoff just silently left his father's house. He hasn't seen his father since then, but he has heard that the man retired. Other than that, Geoff doesn't even know if the man is alive or not. Geoff soon began to rise in the ranks until he became an inspector like his father. And like father like son, Geoff found a retreat in the bottle. He understand the irony of becoming what his father was, and attempts to make an effort to be a better man, but the allure of the drink is too much to resist.

He had been working a case for a couple of months. A criminal was running a smuggling operation that spread all across Japan, and it was up to Geoff to apprehend her. He studied her, knew her habits, knew her name, knew nearly everything about her that he needed to know. The only thing he couldn't do was find her. It was a game of cat and mouse, with him tirelessly searching for her. He intercepted some of her contraband, and even led raid against what he thought was her base of operations, only to leave empty handed and have another one spring up later. She was a... Difficult one to capture.

It was during what he thought was the same song and dance that he apprehended her. He was surprised, as he believed she would escape him this time as well, but Geoff had aid. Apparently there had been a schism in her organization. In the end, she had been shot leaving Geoff to drag her to the nearest hospital. Perhaps he was sentimental, perhaps he was soft, or maybe he just admired her tenacity, but instead of just leaving her there to die Geoff saved her. Suddenly, he found himself acquainted with his new enforcer.





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"... And the scale turns."

So begins...

Geoffrey Allan's Story

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Time: 8:30 AM
All Inspectors and enforcers will be going to their office since its a new day at work! The Artist is still at large, and they are currently after one of the murderers that works for him. [view case files for name]

Also, its Inspector 2's second week here at the HQ.

Rooms:
Inspector/Enforcer 1 & 2 share the office.
Inspector/Enforcer 3 & 4 share the office.

Note* that even if they are apart, this group works altogether and will converge later on.

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8:00 came earlier, as it did every morning for Geoff. He awoke to the chorus of drums pounding away at the insides of his head. The drums threatened to drown out even the alarm that echoed from his night stand. As Geoff slowly became more and more awake, he became increasingly aware of the splitting pain in his head and the desertlike enivornment that was his mouth. This was his personal hell, the one he woke up to every morning. Seconds felt like minutes felt like hours as Geoff simply laid in bed, trying to tame the animal in his head. He never could, all he could do was let it have free reign and run it's course-- at least until the next morning.

Once the drums settled enough so that he could think, Geoff reached over to turn off his alarm. In the process he knocked over an empty bottle that was the reason behind his hell. He shut the alarm off and rose out of his bed, taking all of his pain stoically on the chin. This wasn't the first hangover he had, nor would it be the last. He rubbed his eyes and forced them open only to be assaulted by bright shafts of sunlight. The light scorched his sensitive eyes, forcing them shut once more. He let out a tired sigh and swung himself out of bed. However, instead of his first step landing on the floor, it landed on the bottle and before he knew it he was sprawled out across the ground which a series of new aches to accompany the old ones.

Why did he do this to himself? Every night and every morning was the same. He'd drink and drink until he fell asleep and then when he woke up he felt like death itself. The answer was simple. It was the only way he could sleep. Without the drink, then his mind would be filled with the thoughts he brought home from work. From the images burned into his mind. The Artist's victims were only the freshest tales in a bookshelf full of horror stories. Because without the drink, he might very well go insane himself. Like father like son, they said. Studies said that alcoholism ran in the family, though Geoff wouldn't call the man who was his father family. No matter how hard he tried to pickle his liver though, he could never erase those memories.

Geoff reached out and snatched the offending bottle and rolled it under his bed. A clinking sound soon followed, signifying that the bottle had reunited with it's breathern. Need more was the simple mental note Geoff gave himself. He managed to drag his carcass into his bathroom, where he shoved a cocktail of pills down his throat and jumped into a hot shower in anticipation for them to kick in. Once he had exited the shower, only a dull throbbing of the drums were the only thing that remained of the last night. He flipped through the settings on his bracelet before coming to a stop on the desired one. A touch of the button later, and Geoff stood in his black suit and tie. He pushed the unruly black locks of his hair out of his face and nodded. It was time to go to work. As he left his tiny apartment, he made a habit of slipping a silver flask engraved with his initials in an interior pocket of his suit. Unlike the bottles under his bed, this flask would never be empty.

The trip to the Bureau Headquarters was a short one, a practiced route burned into Geoff's mind. He could walk it with his eyes closed if need be, and some days were rough enough that the skill became invaulable. He jumped through the same hoops to enter HQ, swipe his ID there, scan his eye there and like that he was riding the elevator up. He took those few moments to collect himself fully. He rotated his neck and shoulders, and shook out whatever was left of last night in one violent motion. When the doors split, Geoff pushed his hair out of his eyes again, and just like that he was the Inspector everyone knew. Quiet, reserved, a man of few words. Maybe he enjoyed his vices, but certainly not a man battling a demon, definitely not Geoff. He walked toward the offer he shared with Inspector Byakurai, drawing a cigarette out of his pocket as he did. The entrance into his office began with a lung-full of smoke as the cigarette hung limply out of the corner of his mouth.

Inspector Byakurai seemed to have beat him there this morning. He gave a silent nod to the man as he made his way to his own immaculate desk. Geoff was not man of waste and his desk mirrored that. Everything was organized perfectly for easy access. Time spent wasted hunting down a report was time better spent doing actual. He was a practical man like that. He booted his computer to life, and as he waited reached for the wooden brainteaser that set on his desk. In the time it took him to take it apart and put it back together again, his computer was running, and the profile of the man they were hunting waited. Man. The kid was bloody eighteen, and already through his life away. He set the brain teaser back on his desk, making a mental note to see if Inspector Itsuya would like to trade for his rubix cube. Green eyes drifted up to his partner's where they stayed for a moment while Geoff judiciously formulated his sentence. A moment later, the sentence finally found the open air.

"Let's get started."

The setting changes from Tokyo to Publice Safety Breau HQ

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#, as written by Havek
|| Tera Reed ||


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The grating sound of metal rubbing along a rough surface filtered through the room in an, almost, relaxing rhythm. The 'room' resembled more of a cell with gray concrete walls, one small window that was near the roof and way out of the reach for anyone who did not grow up near a nuclear power planet, and a large metal door that lacked a handle on the inside. The only furniture was a small bed that a half-dressed woman was laying on her back with a large ka-bar knife in her hands running it through a small hand-held knife sharpener.

The peaceful, tranquility was shattered by a loud pounding on the metal door. "Reed, it's time for work.", came a loud brisk voice. Tera turned her head towards the door, "About fucking time. Really, what is with this room? Can't I at least get a dresser?" She complained, but complied swinging her legs off and standing up letting her bare feet touch the cold floor. Over a year, and they still had her in a cell. Well, she gave them points for intelligence. If anyone could break out of the Enforcer fate, it was her.

A slot on the door opened and a small bag was pushed in, plopping on the floor, "Get dressed. I will be back in five minutes.", Reed ran up to the door pressing her chest and cheek against the metal door, "Aw, you sure you don't want me to walk around half-naked? I thought you guys were into that kinda stuff. Buy me some ice cream, and I might even let you kiss my ass."

Tera frowned as she was rewarded with only silence. Damn, it was as if she was working with the Inspector already with all the silent treatments, "You really know how to hurt a girl's self-esteem." She muttered at the door, perhaps he was still there and if so, it would be amusing to see if she could make him feel guilty. It hadn't worked yet, but what else was she to do in this place? It took her two months of complaining to just give her the knife under the condition that she push it out the slot before they opened the door.

With a flick of her head and a huff of annoyance, Tera bent down and scooped the plastic bag into her hands, "Let see what we got here." She mused to herself digging into the bag, "Oh, look a white men's shirt, black slacks, and blue blazer. Just like the day before. And the day before that. Don't go out of your way on my account. They do know I ain't a guy right?" She muttered, oh well, fashion was never really her thing to begin with.

A few minutes later, Tera was standing in her 'new' outfit. Her old outfit and her knife inside the bag that was pushed out of the slot. Right on time, the sound of a metal latch being undone was followed by the door swinging open to reveal her kind, thoughtful jailer. Taka... something or another. From what the secretaries were saying in the bathroom it seems her Jailer just got divorced, and all the gossip was about rather his wife was sleeping with the delivery boy, the neighbor, or both.

"Here.", He said thrusting the sheathed knife and a hair-tie back at her. Really, what was the point of her handing over her knife if they gave it right back?

"Thanks." Tera said with a roll of her eyes, "Well, you know, as always it has just been a wonderful time." She said dryly turning on her heel to storm down the hallway and past the other numerous cells that were for the, 'flight risk', like her. Walking away, Tera waved her arm at him, "Tell the wife, I said hey."

-Ten minutes and three security checks later-


Coming to the closed door of her Inspector's office, Tera pushed the door open with far more force then necessary sending to slamming into the wall behind it, "Oui, missed me?" She asked to no one in particular. While it may seem like someone just being a prick, she slammed the door to see if she could spook her dear mister inspector. Guy was too rigid and far too observant for her liking.

Not waiting for an answer, she moved over and dropped herself into the chair across from Geoffrey's desk, "Hey kid." She said offhand, not looking at Shouichi as she had her mind on the task at hand.

"So what is on the agen...", she started before her voice died off noticing the cigarette hanging from the corner of his lips, holding out her left hand to him, "Mind sparing one?".

The setting changes from Publice Safety Breau HQ to Tokyo

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[Just when I thought it wouldn't happen XD]

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[Word of advice...do not rush]

The setting changes from Tokyo to Publice Safety Breau HQ

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Character Portrait: Seiren Torai Character Portrait: Takeru Kazami Character Portrait: Tera Reed Character Portrait: Sakiko Uenomi Character Portrait: Hayato Itsuya Character Portrait: Shouichi Byakurai Character Portrait: Makoto Iwakami Character Portrait: Geoffrey Allan
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Hayato Itsuya
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Hayato surprisingly was able to stop the urge to smack the newcomer. The enforcer who had walked in was a constant annoyance to his side, and he could never get used to his stupid ways or that retarded nickname he had given him. It worse then the other white haired inspector stupidity...or just about the same.

Like most inspectors, he ignored the comments that came out of the enforcer's mouth. It was never really important, and half the time...like now for instance. He had just decided to ignore the comment, as he continued to go through the history of the cameras and other case files. It was just annoying he had to deal with this alone. Where was the new girl...Uenomi right? He held back a sigh, as he took a glance toward the man. He could never fathom on how he had such a high psycho-pass yet acted like a little brat...which was only one of the reasons why he didn't trust him.

Though, that enforcer's talking was countered by Seiren, much to his relief. He didn't feel like arguing today.

A beeping from the holographic wall brought his attention back to the screen. Clicking on view, the camera brought up a video surveillance of a motel called "Hagekure." He zoomed in, to see a hooded figure turning slightly to see his full face tahnkfully. Clicking pause, the video stopped, and he zoomed in. More buttons pushed, facial recognition activated, and confirmed the match was at least 87%...good enough to check out. The video said it was 3:47 AM today.

Did that mean another body was in the possession of that screwed up bastard? A frown entered his features, as he scowled slightly at the screen. It was also possible that it wasn't him, or he'll be gone for that matter.

It didn't matter, though a loud voice rang out of nowhere. He winced a bit, as the voice echoed, the scowling deepening further, as he looked toward the new comer. There was the new inspector. He sighed, before just saying a single phrase.

"Your late."

With that said, he clicked on a button, and the holographic wall quickly lit up, and he sent it to the other inspectors. It was a lead, so he'd have to go over it with them later when they met up. With that done, he turned to Seiren.

"Torai, Get some security drones around the Hagekure Motel. Geru might be there right now." He said coolly, and quickly before turning toward the new inspector.

"You, come with me." He said curtly, before turning and walking out of the office. He did slowdown his pace a bit, just so the girl could follow.




Shouichi Byakurai

ImageThis time he was able to hear footsteps before the quiet inspector made an appearance. Usually, he would say at least a word of greeting and he'd jump out of surprise...he should attach a bell to him or something...like a cat... but it seemed like today, he was actually paying attention, focusing on the quiet footsteps that signaled the other's arrival.

Shouichi shot him a grin, and responded back happily. "Morning Geo-kun! Having a nice day so far?" He asked, the childish grin never leaving his face. Shouichi had made it a habit of at least trying to get that quiet introvert to talk to him, more and more everyday. He'd like to think it was slowly working.

Though before the other man could respond, the door opening, revealing the dark hair enforcer. He laughed a bit at her question when she walked in, before waving at her with his hand up.

"I missed you Tete-chan! Good morning!" The stupid looking grin never leaving his face as he spoke. It was a common thing for her to come in like that, so he had gotten used to it. Even the "kid" nickname didn't bother him at all...well it never did in the first place, but it was a weird name.

He was at least a year older then the woman.

Though, he did hear the question that she asked the other inspector, and he sighed. It was really hard to be in the room with two smokers. He didn't want lung cancer. Luckily Mako-chan didn't smoke. Speaking of which, where was she?

"Tete-chan? Geo-kun? Don't smoke in here! The stench always stays in here." he asked, putting his hands together in a begging form of sort. Though that easy going grin was still on his face.

Though while he faced away from his computer, it let out a short light beep, to show new mail had come in.

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The door slamming against the wall did nothing to surprise Geoff. He simply lifted his gaze to the perpetrator and leveled a stare that asked her to not do that. He'd rather his office not have a doorknob shaped hole in the wall. When the door rebounded and slammed back into it's grooves, his gaze simply dropped slightly and a gust of air was exhaled out of his nose. He blamed himself really, for not expecting that. He was not unfamilar with the attempt to evoke a rise out of him. However, she was going to have to do better than simply slamming the door. Geoff had the patience that would make even a saint seem like an impetuious child. Perhaps the only thing saintly about the man, really.

He reached into his jacket and retrieved the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out of the pack and offering it to his enforcer. To supplement it, Geoff then withdrew a lighter and laid it on the desk for Tera as well. Gods knows everyone had their vices, and he was far from the last person to judge them for it. When Inspector Byakurai pleaded with them to not smoke, Geoff thought about it for a moment. Only for a moment, and after that moment passed he inhaled and let a billow of smoke gently roll out of his nose. He already tried to accomdate for the man by not blowing the smoke in his general direction, he wasn't going to completely give it up. He needed something to sooth his nerves, other than the silver flask.

Answering Tera's unfinished question, Geoff pressed a couple of buttons on his holographic display, the result of which brought the last known image of Akira Geruna up on the wall. The Inspector then leaned back in his chair, taking his time to inhale on his cigarette once more before he spoke. "Him," He answered. He was on the agenda, hell he was their agenda. Geoff simply stared at the image, committing every grainy detail to memory again. The man needed to be caught, he was their link to the Artist-- though he made note to not mention that name around Inspector Byakurai. Geoff wouldn't be much of an Inspector if he didn't notice the way the man's eyes darkened when the name was brought up. Geoff sighed and shrugged, asking the room as a whole for, "Suggestions?"

Sure they could wait for the security bots to get a hit on his face, but that just made Geoff feel as though he was sitting around and waiting, wasting time that could be used to do something. He hated that feeling.

The same beep that came from Inspector Byakurai's computer echoed through Geoff's own, and though the other Inspector was facing away from his, Geoff was not. Leaning forward, Geoff's hands danced across the holographic moniter, reading as the went. His hands paused for a moment and he nodded. Well, that's one, he thought to himself. One last keystroke brought up the contents that Inspector Itsuya had sent them on the all, including the video feed.

Geoff parted with his chair to stand and get a closer look at the video feed. Cupping his chin in his hands, he silently studied it for a couple of long moments, running the information through his own analytical mind, measuring the chances, and gauging the possibilities. With all of the options played out, he then turned and looked at his partner expectantly. He wondered what he had to say about this. His last question still remained unanswered.

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Shouichi Byakurai
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The white haired man sighed a bit dramatically as he saw the billow of smoke rise from the other inspectors nose. Well, he tried. Shrugging it off, the scent didn't last that long, thanks to the air filtration device and conditioner the office had. They needed something since the windows don't open. He munched on his sweets that he bought, as the other spoke out toward his enforcer and him as well. A single word had formed from the other man's mouth.

"Suggestions?"

Shouichi tilted his head to the side questioningly, as the other inspector spoke. Suggestions... Besides catch the bastard and tear him apart from limb to limb? He shook his head slightly, to banish the thought. He kept having thoughts like that, whether he liked it or not.

Which honestly? He did not like it half the time.

Though images of an unknown face being teared to shreds was a pleasant thought now and then. Namely when he visited Rie's grave or her mother, who he feared would one day go off the deep end and kill herself. He visited whenever he came back from work, and told her when he left. But he couldn't have his thoughts here...not yet anyway.

He clicked around on his computer, as he noticed Geoferry had pulled it up on the holographic wall. He skimmed through the email, his lavender eyes looking focused for once. He felt the corners of his lips pull into a smirk-a cruel one at that. As he played the video feed on his computer, he shook off the smirk that had played out, replacing it with a smile. Shouichi somehow forced out his normal, chipper tone when he spoke out.

"Ah! Haya-chan's really on it today." Shouichi forced out a short laugh at the end, as he stood up leaving the treats he had bought on his desk. He looked at the video closely, as it was blown up on the wall.

His lavender gaze had hardened into a deep purple, as the video paused on Akira Geruna's face. The probability chance was around 90. Usually when cases had a 90% chance, it was usually the person they were after. A glare had hardened, and smile faded as he looked at the wall. Shouichi stuck his hands into his pockets, and glanced at Geoferry, to see he was studying him, and waiting for him to awnser. A grin played on his face.

"Well, it seems like a good lead enough to follow. Better then the others we had so far!" well, more like the first lead ever since they found the man's profile.

"If anything, we have to get him before he makes another kill. We still have a chance if we get him now. If he makes another kill, he'll go off the deep end and loose his sanity. At least, that's how normal killers act..." He paused, as he glanced at the screen again. Then again, he may not be a normal killer. People usually go insane after their second kill, or their first kill. That's the mentality as they begin to feel "stronger" or "superior" to other people. Akira Geruna may be a type of person to not really care about killing, and has the potential to kill plenty more before his Psycho-pass rising.

"Unless he's one of those types who becomes a sociopath. Then he'd retain enough sanity for us to use after making a second kill." He added, the smile still not coming back as he looked at the wall as he finished his thought. He glanced at Tera. "Your opinion Tera?"

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"I am sure you did. It's hard to live without me." Tera said tucking the cigarette butt in her lips and picking up the inspectors lighter, flicking it on and leaning into the flame. The second the tip started to take light and the smoke lazily wafted upwards; she felt her body relaxing, and her anger at her suspicion that the guard at the third checkpoint only stopped her to pat her down because he was a sick bastard leave her mind. Oh, yes. Well worth the lung cancer.

Tera took a long drag from the life stick and turned her head blowing a bellow of smoke at Shouichi. If frowning mothers and signs couldn't stop her from smoking where she pleased; the kid wouldn't be able to. Plus, he should be glad, that was the closest he would ever get to her lips.

With her need satisfied, she leaned back into the hard chair and crossed her legs idly studying her dear inspector. Tera noted he looked the same as he did everyday, and she wondered what he would look like in a Hawaiian shirt. It would be adorable. Not that he would look good, but with his serious attitude and dour personality; it would be hilarious. She imagined it would look like one of those little kids who were given an terrible sweater from their grandmothers and sat on the couch pouting.

Tera couldn't fight the small half-smile that worked it's way across her lips and around her cigarette. Yes, he is so getting a Hawaiian shirt for his birthday.

Her thoughts were interrupted at her inspectors question. Tera gave the holographic display a one over. She had seen it a few times as this case had been everyone, besides her, obsessions. At some level, Tera admired the 'Artist'. He had a flair for the dramatics and was reasonably intelligent. God knows it was becoming harder to preform decent murderers in this day and age, yet the man was pulling it off nicely. An added bonus was he made most of the people here flip out, it seemed only her inspector didn't get... angry at his mention. Well, there was stick-up-his-ass, but Tera could feel a difference between him and her inspector. A primal one.

Terra took another puff on her cigarette; they wouldn't like what she would suggest anyways, so she decided to keep her mouth closed. She was just muscle. Before the kid could say anything, which is a feat in itself, the holographic display turned to a video that her emerald eyes tracked. Well, at least I might get to shoot someone.

It didn't surprise her that after the video ending, her dear inspector was mulling it over. He seemed to do that a lot. The kid was wasting no time showing his enthusiasm. Personally, Tera found it hilarious how the kid acted when someone dropped the A-word, but her inspector wasn't to fond of it. Maybe because it brought down efficiency? Or worse, that he was just an nice guy. Given that he sparred her life, she lent more to the latter.

Tera took her time examining him. Just as she thought the first time someone showed her a photo of the newest inspector on their case, the only attractive thing about his was his eyes. Despite his calm, and almost boring, exterior he had beautiful eyes. She should have cut them out when she had the chance. Those eyes have caused her a lot of trouble over the year or so.

Blinking out of her stupor, she turned her head to the kid, "Meh, it's as good a lead as you will get. Personally, the more he kills the better." She said with a shrug, "Guys like him. They love it. He is just going to get more exuberant with each murder, little ones won't give him the thrill. The bigger the murder and 'art' display, the higher chance you have of catching him." She said with a bland, bored tone. She didn't expect them to catch him until then. Until the body count went higher, when the artist started to work on his 'masterpiece' that was when he would slip up. She didn't expect them to believe that or even like it because it was their job to stop it before it got that far, but Tera was banking on that moment.

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It was a scale. Geoff said nothing to dispute his enforcer's words, because she was completely in the right. Killers like him did it for the sheer thrill and nothing more. This art was simply a man stroking his own ego through the murder of innocent women. Had Geoff been an emotional man, he too would have been angry every time his name was brought up. But fortunately or unfortunately as it may be, he was not. He was a creature of thought and calculated responses. Anger would only serve to cloud his mind.

But there was a scale. While his enforcer was more than happy to let the killer rack up more kills before being caught, Geoff wanted the man taken in before any more lives were lost. When does the outcome outweigh the causalities? He wasn't just going to sit around and do nothing while waiting for him to make a mistake. Tera of all people knew how Geoff worked. He would hound this man just like he hounded her, and in the end, even he would be brought to justice. He just hoped he didn't end up an enforcer like Tera did.

However, Geoff was a practical man. If Akira Geruna wasn't caught, and he wasn't interrogated, then the Artist would strike again, if he hadn't already. That much was a given. He had no notions of trying to save everyone from this killer, even he wasn't that much of an idealist. The best he could hope for was save as many people as he could. And that started with finding this kid.

Kid. Akira was only eighteen. It was hard to remember that when reading over the crime reports. This boy had ruined his life for the Artist. What was he getting in return, Geoff wondered. What did the artist have over these people to make them commit these crimes? They had so many questions that they just didn't have answers to. Geoff took another drag of his cigarette and pushed his hair back again, eyes still leveled on the garbled image on the wall.

As he stared, the gears in his head started to whirr again. They had options now. It was a lot better than where they were moments ago. They had a lead, and they shouldn't squander it by sitting around and staring at each other doing nothing. Not when there's a chance they could capture Akira. They needed to do something. Inspector Itsuya had probably ordered security drones to the motel, but they were little match for a human mind of flesh and blood. Holding an inner debate with himself on his options, Geoff grew withdrawn for a couple of moments.

Finally deciding on something, Geoff turned toward Inspector Byakurai and Tera and spoke. "We should go," He said simply, turning back to his desk and pressing a series of buttons. The map to the motel took the place of the image, and next to it was it's wireframe. They should be there if Akira was to be captured, and if they only found another crime scene waiting instead... Well, they would already be there. Even if there was nothing, the boy could have left some kind of clue or evidence for them to find. Geoff saw no reason to stay in the office when something could be done there.

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Shouichi allowed a happy smile to play on his face, yet his eyes were still hardened into a glare. As soon as this Geruna kid was caught, he'd have a lead. After that, he'd have a person..then a set guy to tear apart.

It'll work fine either way. If not, then they'd at least be able to get rid of another one of the Artist's contacts... but how much more did he have? Tens...maybe twenty more. There was so many holes that they didn't know, and it bothered him.

He gave a nod in agreement, before speaking. "I'll send him a notice we'll be going ahead of his team. That way he won't get too mad." He said, as he clicked on the silver band on his left wrist. A screen opened up, and in a series of buttons, the mail was sent quickly.

With that, the white haired inspector looked at the other two, before speaking out.

"I'll go down and get the car ready." With that said, he walked over to the desk. Lifting his wrist, a small white part lifted up to appear as a scanner. A green beam shot out, and instantly captured the information of the hotel onto the small device. Shooting them both a grin, he turned and all but ran out of the office.

His enforcer was nowhere to be seen, so he would have to leave her behind for now. They'd be just fine for now with just one enforcer. After all, the Geruna kid hardly looked like someone to be taken seriously. Tera should be able to handle him no problem.

Though he would have to probably get some dominators released.

The elevator door shut in front of him, and he clicked on his gadget once again, having the screen float up again. Clicking on the holographic pop-up, he requested the release of three dominators. It was approved, as the Inspector walked out into the parking lot.

"Inspector Byakurai, your request have been approved. Please proceed to transport car #3."

The pop up said. As it flashed off. Well, that was fast. With that said, he easily found said car and opened the door.

The dominators would already be in their carrying case in the car, so he didn't need to waste anytime checking.

The Inspector easily slid into the driver's seat, and he quickly scanned his ID into the car.

After all, who used keys no days?

He downloaded the information to the built in GPS and in no time he was already speeding out of the parking lot, braking with a loud 'Screech' noise as he got to the front of the building. He quickly called upstairs, and his cheerful voice sounded throughout the previous office he was in.

"Geo-kun! Tete-chan! I'm downstairs for you two!" Faster they did this, the better chance they would get to Geruna....then to the Artist.

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"Alright! Lets go.", Tera said, truly excited for the first time that day. Going out into the city only happened when her inspector went out as she wasn't allowed to openly wander the city, and her inspector always struck her as a more of an inside guy, and when someone had to sleep in a small cell every night just to wake up and sit in an office all day, going out was the highlight of her day. Being able to rough up a stupid teenager way in over their heads was just an added bonus.

Send a notice so the stick-up-ass didn't mad? Tera blew out a large pillar of smoke, "If it floats your boat." She said with her lungs temporarily clear from the smoke. Tera hopped out of her chair already wanting to be out in the sunlight. She never realized how much she missed things until she had none of them which was funny in itself because she had nothing most of her life. It was a depressing circle with her ending up with the short stick. Even a simple walk was far more exciting then it once was even if it was from a purely business standpoint. Which it always was. Talking a walk with their enforcer just for the sake of going on a walk wasn't exactly the norm.

Knowing she wouldn't get another chance until they got into the car, Tera pulled the cigarette from her mouth and tapped it over the ashtray on his desk, "After you, Inspector." Tera said waving her left hand to the door.

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Geoff stared at the wireframe map of the motel, committing every detail that might even possibly become important to memory. This had an effect of making his Enforcer waiting for him. He rather be slow and prepared than fast and reckless. This thought caused him to glance at Tera for a moment before flashing back to the map. Eventually, Inspector Byakurai's voice rang out, indicating the car was waiting for them. Another moment passed without a sound and finally, Geoff became satisfied with his preparation. He turned and nodded, adding his own ashes to the ashtray and exited the office, taking point from his Enforcer. However, thanks to the Inspector's delay, they left just in time to hear a crash and sound of glass breaking.

That was not a usual sound for the office's to make and he paused in his step in an attempt to ascertain what exactly that sound meant. He needn't wait long, as Inspector Itsuya came storming from down the hall and slammed the door to his office open causing another crash. Geoff could do nothing but watch with dull curiosity. What the hell was going on over there? he asked himself. The answer soon came from Inspector Itsuya himself. Well, the words weren't exactly aimed at him, but he could hear them clear as day as loud as the man was shouting. The implications were... Unfortunate. Oh, and he had gotten a new partner too. Bless her heart, did she really know what she gotten herself in to?

He then turned and looked at his own Enforcer ans shrugged. No doubt she was probably loving this, and fortunately it wasn't Geoff's problem. ""Please. Try not to do that in our office," He not so much as commanded, but pleaded. It would be awkward for all parties involved, and Geoff just didn't want to deal with that kind of trouble. Still, through his exterior Geoff found a little humor in the situation, though nothing on the outside betrayed that. He spared another moment or two to just glance in Itsuya's general direction before shrugging and moving on. They had a job to do.

They descended the stairs and left the building, Geoff taking the shotgun seat for himself. He said no words to his partner, only a nod of appreciation. He adjusted his blue Inspector coat, and then pulled up the previous video feed from his bracelet, just to be doing something other than sitting and waiting.

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Tera waited, maybe not patiently, for her inspector to finish his analysis of the holographic display. She couldn't fault him for his caution as she used to have her deal sites scooped out for days, but after being locked up for so long she wanted to be out in the sunlight. Even if she was going to be on duty and couldn't enjoy it, she still wanted to be anywhere else besides where she was 'forced' to be.

The kid's voice came out of the communications bracelet, and Tera tilted her head idling wondering if he had gotten her Dominator. It had taken a little work to saw off the grip on the left side of the handle, but it was what she had to do. Her Ka-bar knife was missing the grip on it's right side to the point where it was completely flat. She tended to hold her knife against her gun and by having both of them flattened; it made it easier to hold them and quickly use her knife should she not be able to use her Dominator for whatever reason, and the guys at the requisitions office were quite pissed when they got their Dominator back missing half the handle. The new one they issued came back the same and after a few fights and arguments; they relented pushing her off as a lost cause.

Tera's musings were cut off by a loud crash, and instantly, her hand went to her knife pulling it free from the sheath and pressing her back to a nearby wall, peaking out from the door her inspector had just left. It wasn't until she head Inspector Itsuya's voice screaming at someone that she relaxed and slid the knife back into her sheath. She let out a steady breath to help herself calm back down; she didn't do well with sudden noises like that. If she had a firearm, someone may have gotten shot, but really, who goes around touching each other on their desk? Tera shook her head, whatever they were doing sounded incredibly interesting to the point where she wanted to run over, point, and start laughing, but she didn't think her inspector would like that. Hell, the guy didn't even seem to like...

"Please. Try not to do that in our office," Tera was too shocked to reply. It didn't come off as a command, and damned if she didn't think it was slightly funny, but there was no way he could have intentionally said something even slightly witty.... Not that he lacked the brainpower to make something up, just that she didn't peg him as the type. The tone, not a command, almost like a request. Should she be glad he didn't try to order her around? Or insulted he thought she would break his electronic toys? Both? Tera shook her head to clear the confusing thoughts, sending her loose ponytail flying behind her. It wasn't worth the time.

The walk was oddly quiet. Usually she would pester him to pester him, but she just couldn't get into it. Couldn't even fake the enthusiasm. When they arrived at the car, Tera slid in the backseat and waited a whole seven seconds before crossing her arms on the back of the kids seat, "Did you get my gun?", it was a good a place as any to make one final comment before becoming who she really was.

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Shouichi blinked at he heard the door open, and the other inspector slid into the seat quietly, with nothing but a nod. Shouichi shot him a grin in response, as he felt the car's back door open, and in slid the enforcer. he looked at her through the rear view mirror, and laughed a bit at her questions.

"Of course I did Tete-chan! I can do that much at least!" With that said, he pulled the joy-stcik looking handle into drive, before pulling out of the driveway and onto the main road. Shouichi turned too look at the GPS. The arrival time was about twenty minutes.

He frowned a bit at that, and sped up more, easily surpassing a few of the city's speed limit. The black car had a official stamp on the side, that clearly held the department's symbol, so it wouldn't matter as much. He could have sped up even more if he wanted to, but that could cause accidents along the way.

The car was always quiet when he drove with the three of them. Even if Mako-chan was in the car it wouldn't have made much of a difference. With everything, he wished sometimes he had a more talkative partner, so the drive wouldn't be so boring. Keeping a smile on his face, he glanced at the woman in the back before speaking.

"Hey, Tete-chan. Are you alright with going in alone?" It was protocol to send in the enforcers first, and usually she had his enforcer with her. He didn't doubt her fighting skills, just more of the stopping herself skill. They needed this guy alive, and hopefully not too injured.

As he turned the last corner, he stopped the car in front of the motel.

The motel was just one building, like most were. All the rooms could easily be seen, and the check-in desk was simply a room with a glass screen, like a ticket booth. Taking his ID card out, he slid it back into the case before opening the door and getting out. With a fast pace, he opened the trunk before taking out the case that held the dominators.

He placed it on the ground, and in a moment it expanded so it could be bigger and taller for easier access. The case opened side ways, and revealed three dominators sticking out. He picked up his, and watched as it activated a voice spoke into his head.

"You have been authorized as Inspector Byakurai Shoucihi. Dominator will now function."
The light blue glow of the gun signaled it was connected, and ready to go. Smiling to himself, he called out to the other two.

"The video feed said he was in room 1-0-6. I'll inform the management of it." With that said, the inspector jogged towards the glass window.

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Tera leaned back comforted by the knowledge that her Dominator was in the trunk; she would have preferred to have it, but since the target was probably not going to be packing anything more then his fist, knife, or maybe a bat, she could deal with it. Attaining firearms was risky and, more importantly, expensive, so she doubted some punk teenager could manage to get his hands on anything of that caliber.

Like always the drive was silent which didn't bother her at all. She preferred it this way. People could get emotional in times like these, and emotions got people killed, if they were lucky at least, if not then they ended up living with disfiguring wounds or being tortured.

Tera turned her head staring out the window at the buildings as they zipped by, but her eyes were dull as she took in what she could from the moving environment. The cattle. The people heading this way and that to their meaningless jobs. Stopping. Going. At the beckoning of signs. Going through the motions of their lives, could they truly call it that? Living? Pathetic. All of them. Nothing more then sheep. She felt a small tug at the corner of her lip, Sheeple, that was what they all were.

"Hey, Tete-chan. Are you alright with going in alone?", Tera didn't bother to turn her head to Shouichi, "I'll be fine," she said blandly. It wasn't that she liked to assault a possible lunatics location alone, but that she didn't see any other option. They could come with her, but as far as she was concerned, they would get in her way far more then act as half-way decent meat shields. The kid was a kid. She wasn't sure about his combat skill, but he lacked the mentality needed. The will to drag the blade across someones throat and listen to them choke on their own blood. Her inspector? He was soft, and he didn't look like he could dish out anything, but that was her job. She was his muscle. On the bright side, this particular potential lunatic was nothing compared to her, but it only took one slip up to end a life. Still, considering the situation, she was probably not their favorite option either. If the lunatic proved too crazy for her taste, Tera fully intended on ending his miserable life. Their case meant nothing when she put it on the scale against herself.

The car stopped outside of the small one-level motel, and Tera gave it a one over. She had done a few drops in places like this, displayed some 'merchandise' from some of her human trafficking deals in them as well. Cliche, but it was well known way of doing illicit affairs for a reason. It worked.

Tera slid out of the back seat and bent down next to the case to pick up her Dominator. The robotic female voice sparking to life the second her fingers brushed the hand, "You have been authorized as Enforcer Tera Reed. Dominator will now function," Tera gave it an experimental look down the sights, feeling the weight in her hand, before nodding with satisfaction. It was, indeed, her gun.

Turning her attention to the doors, she scanned them until her eyes fell on it. One-hundred and six, staying crouched to stay out of sight, Tera made her way to the door stepping heel first to keep quiet. Stopping at the door, she closed her eyes and listened, trying to hear any sound from the inside, but wasn't able to make anything out. She could pick the door, but with a motel room that small there was a good chance he could hear her tinkering with the lock and bolt. Direct approach it is.

Tera slid her ka-bar from its sheath and stood up to her full height. Pressing the blade handle to the guns, she gave the door a powerful kick. Normally, doors would take repeated kicks, but a cheap door and lock on a two-bit motel wasn't built to take that kind of abuse. The door flew open, and Tera moved in. The sight wasn't uncommon, but it wasn't what she was expecting either. The blood was everywhere, and the teenager was drenched in it clutching a knife over a dead woman's body... or what was left of it. It didn't take her super inspector to tell her what happened.

"Drop the knife," She ordered coldly as if she had found him sitting on the couch and watching television instead of standing blood drenched over a corpse. She paused only for a moment to check the psycho-pass level.

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Tera was slightly surprised to see such a low rating, but her surprise was cut off by the knife flying at her. Thanks to the hesitation in the boy, and her own paranoia; Tera wasn't caught by surprise at his actions as in his shoes, she would have done the same damn thing. Moving to the left, the knife flew by and stabbed into the wall. Great. A druggy, Tera mused. There was no way he could throw such a large knife without it twirling like that unless he was pumping on adrenaline, and if he was a drugged up lunatic then her job just got a lot harder. Taking him in alive was looking less likely every second.

She took a few steps forward only to stop as he picked up yet another knife, this one a small pocket knife, and threw it at her. This time, the blade was moving too fast too close for her to dodge, but since the knife was ass heavy, it tumbled in the air and smacked her blazer with the blood-smeared handle. If the boy had been a trained killer instead of only seeing shit in movies; she would be in trouble, but Tera was lucky that people imitated shit in movies that they wouldn't be able to do in life.

With only the large butcher knife left, Tera doubted he would throw it. If he missed again it would mean he was, for lack of a better word, screwed then again, did lunatics normally consider such an action? She knew that reading of 95 was utter crap. Tossing the gun on the ground, Tera approached the bloody teenager with crouched knees switching her knife to her right hand. Moving slowly to not leave herself open, she tapped her bracelet to contact her inspector on the outside and let him know what was going on before he barged in and made this a real mess, "Suspect found. Psycho-level 95. One victim, dead. Resisting. Need three minutes."

With that very brief bit done, Tera continued to slowly close in on him moving her left hand and her ka-bar knife in slow, random motions to keep his eyes distracted. When she got close enough, she jumped into his arm reach, but in truth, it was a feint.

Some teenager who had probably never been in a proper knife fight? She was willing to bet he would strike at her as soon as he could, the second he swung, she would jerk back and then come in before he could regain his stance. If she could, she will grab his arm and slice open his elbow. If not, she would settle for his closest leg.

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The motel was laid out exactly how he had studied. Along with replaying the video feed over and over, Geoffrey had also downloaded a couple of pictures of the motel in question. He knew the exits and the entrances and even the most likely route Akira would take if he attempted to escape. However, considering the nature of his Enforcer, he highly doubted his ability to get too far. The woman was tough as a nails. It wasn't so much her failure that worried him, but maybe completing her job too well. They needed the man alive. This being said, if pushed into a life or death corner, he knew Tera would choose life in a heartbeat. And he couldn't fault her for that choice either. Hopefully, that choice wouldn't have to be made. He was, after all, still a kid, and she was a hardened criminal.

The last one to step out of the vehicle, Geoff paused halfway out the door to size the motel up one last time before climbing out in full. He took his time and picked his own dominator, the female voice ringing in his own head as well. He turned the weapon over in his hands a couple of times, examining it for any defects or nick. Satisfied with the state of the weapon, he tucked it into his jacket as well. While the state was fine, he disliked the weapon overall. All weapons put a sour taste in his mouth, and one that could read someone's state of mind was no different.

As Tera began to make her way toward the motel room, while Byakurai went for the glass window, that left Geoff sitting on the hood of their vehicle. He continued to further scan the area for anything that would prove important. He was sickeningly thorough, always scanning, always investigating, always thinking before making any action. Thus was the case now. He watched with keen eyes as Tera kicked down the door to the room, and that was his cue to move. Following in her own footsteps Geoff made his own way toward the door, though with a severely delayed space. If he was needed, then she would call.

And call she did, though of course it wasn't a plea for help. Rather, a request for time. He cursed inwardly as she counted off one victim in the room. They were too late to save them, but hopefully their death wouldn't be in vain. Tera had a chance to take this man down, and bring him in for questioning. He just hoped she remembered that.

He slid into position beside the now open door and peaked in for only a moment. Jerking his head back before either of them could see him, he noticed how they seemed to be engaged in some kind of knife-fight. Geoff knew Tera's proficency with the knife and registered the three minutes she had given him as optimistic. It wouldn't surprise him if it took much less. But she asked for three and he'd give her three, and after that he'd make his own move. Either that, or he heard a noise he didn't like. Replaying the memory of the room back over in his head, he'd already planned his next couple of moves if his hand was force. There was a chair he could easily throw right next to the door.

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