Tokio slowly brought the teacup to her lips. There was no way she was going to scald her mouth by taking a gulp of the hot liquid. It was just a diversion, anyway. If she brought the cup up for just a sip, she could look over the rim of it to perhaps see why Cop-san was whacking away on his tablet screen with such vengeance and why he was now making such a racket drinking his coffee. Didn’t the man know the meaning of the words quiet and polite? Unless…unless he was trying to create some sort of distraction.
As she gazed over the cup’s rim, she caught a glimpse of a red light as it briefly reflected off the shiny surface of the center post that supported the table where he sat. Damn. She knew what that meant. She was trained. All prosecutors these days had to be.
But her small side arm was at home in her purse, since she’d decided to travel light today, only slipping her wallet into the front pocket of her slacks. Her brother Moninosuke’s words were ringing in her ears, reminding her that he wanted her to get a camisole with tough nylon holster sewn into the side of it, so all she needed to do was slip her hand under her blouse to retrieve her small piece. She hadn’t really forgotten what he told her. She was going to do it, but she hadn’t had the time, not with moving and starting the new job. Hopefully, if things got tense today, she would not live to regret not taking his advice in a timely manner.
There must be a current warrant for that Sally character, and Cop-san was expecting trouble if the laser light she had seen briefly was a correct indicator. Well, if there was trouble, she was here to witness it, and to make sure that the resulting aftermath was handled correctly. The last thing she wanted was for a suspect to be caught only to be let loose hours later due to improperly observing his legal rights while making the arrest.
She had no desire to be caught in any crossfire, either. Although she was tall, about 5’ 8”, she was on the thin side for her height, so it wouldn’t be too difficult for her to lie down on the booth’s bench to try to get out of harm’s way. Duck and cover. Good advice for both e-quakes and shoot outs, not that Tokio had been in many of either. Yokohama was dangerous, but far more controlled than New Meiji, and there had only been a couple of times when she’d needed to dodge bullets.
Tokio didn’t dare move her head; she only moved her eyes to track the movements of the red-haired man. She felt tension rise in the room as she heard the exchange between the cop and the waiter. Why was the red-head baiting Cop-san, and why did Cop-san pretend not to hear? At least that is what Tokio thought, since she could clearly hear what Ken said, and she was two booths away.
no subject
As she gazed over the cup’s rim, she caught a glimpse of a red light as it briefly reflected off the shiny surface of the center post that supported the table where he sat. Damn. She knew what that meant. She was trained. All prosecutors these days had to be.
But her small side arm was at home in her purse, since she’d decided to travel light today, only slipping her wallet into the front pocket of her slacks. Her brother Moninosuke’s words were ringing in her ears, reminding her that he wanted her to get a camisole with tough nylon holster sewn into the side of it, so all she needed to do was slip her hand under her blouse to retrieve her small piece. She hadn’t really forgotten what he told her. She was going to do it, but she hadn’t had the time, not with moving and starting the new job. Hopefully, if things got tense today, she would not live to regret not taking his advice in a timely manner.
There must be a current warrant for that Sally character, and Cop-san was expecting trouble if the laser light she had seen briefly was a correct indicator. Well, if there was trouble, she was here to witness it, and to make sure that the resulting aftermath was handled correctly. The last thing she wanted was for a suspect to be caught only to be let loose hours later due to improperly observing his legal rights while making the arrest.
She had no desire to be caught in any crossfire, either. Although she was tall, about 5’ 8”, she was on the thin side for her height, so it wouldn’t be too difficult for her to lie down on the booth’s bench to try to get out of harm’s way. Duck and cover. Good advice for both e-quakes and shoot outs, not that Tokio had been in many of either. Yokohama was dangerous, but far more controlled than New Meiji, and there had only been a couple of times when she’d needed to dodge bullets.
Tokio didn’t dare move her head; she only moved her eyes to track the movements of the red-haired man. She felt tension rise in the room as she heard the exchange between the cop and the waiter. Why was the red-head baiting Cop-san, and why did Cop-san pretend not to hear? At least that is what Tokio thought, since she could clearly hear what Ken said, and she was two booths away.