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thoughtformed2013-02-27 01:27 pm
steelweb) wrote in thoughtformed2013-02-27 01:27 pm
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CLOSED LOG
WHO: Lin Beifong, former Police Chief Shepard
WHAT: Shepard's discharge
WHEN: Feb 27th, roughly 9 am
WHERE: Shepard's former office
WARNINGS: possible language and violence? Not sure yet.
Lin had chafed under Shepard's command, but this was not the way she had thought she would be taking charge. The last few days had tested her. Every scrap of resolve, stamina, and self control, her command skills, and knowledge of the city - everything had been wrung from her in an attempt to keep the place from tearing itself apart. This wasn't Republic City, but she still had a duty to New Moore's citizens. She despised the government and their transparent lies, but she would never abandon the people to that ephemeral protection while she lived.
Perhaps that was why she felt Shepard's disappearance so keenly. He had a responsibility, and he'd simply dropped it and walked away. And he'd taken... well, she wouldn't call America a good officer... but she had needed both of them. If they'd been here instead of off fulfilling their own selfish desires, they might have been able to head off Lensherr's disaster. They certainly would have saved more lives.
This could have been done in Lin's office. It might have been kinder that way. But given what she was about to tell him, she wanted the subliminal support the Chief's office would give her. The door closed behind them with a quiet click, shutting out the racket of a recovering department and any prying eyes. This was a very private conversation. She didn't offer him a seat; nor did she take one herself. Stepping around behind the desk, she gave Shepard a long, level look.
"Are you willing to cooperate now?"
WHAT: Shepard's discharge
WHEN: Feb 27th, roughly 9 am
WHERE: Shepard's former office
WARNINGS: possible language and violence? Not sure yet.
Lin had chafed under Shepard's command, but this was not the way she had thought she would be taking charge. The last few days had tested her. Every scrap of resolve, stamina, and self control, her command skills, and knowledge of the city - everything had been wrung from her in an attempt to keep the place from tearing itself apart. This wasn't Republic City, but she still had a duty to New Moore's citizens. She despised the government and their transparent lies, but she would never abandon the people to that ephemeral protection while she lived.
Perhaps that was why she felt Shepard's disappearance so keenly. He had a responsibility, and he'd simply dropped it and walked away. And he'd taken... well, she wouldn't call America a good officer... but she had needed both of them. If they'd been here instead of off fulfilling their own selfish desires, they might have been able to head off Lensherr's disaster. They certainly would have saved more lives.
This could have been done in Lin's office. It might have been kinder that way. But given what she was about to tell him, she wanted the subliminal support the Chief's office would give her. The door closed behind them with a quiet click, shutting out the racket of a recovering department and any prying eyes. This was a very private conversation. She didn't offer him a seat; nor did she take one herself. Stepping around behind the desk, she gave Shepard a long, level look.
"Are you willing to cooperate now?"
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"And don't fool yourself. Any crime, any battle, any fight in human history boils down to "because they pissed me off" in the end. We only apologize for it when we're the ones who lose the fight." He glowered, gritted his teeth, and took a step back and a deep breath.
"Which two?"