Thread: Making Our Own Justice (Athene & Razgriz)

Selena Winter Selena nodded, smiling gently at Jackie. Of course. If I cared too much, I wouldn't have offered my phone to you. Please use it. Take as long or short as you need, alright? Turning on her feet, she left the room alongside Kyle, grinning happily as the two made sure to close the door behind the teenager. Deep down, Selena couldn't help but feel a bit irked they had only found one girl. But at least it was one less unwanted victim who never had to worry about being forced into anything they never wanted to do ever again. With the forced acts in question being as serious as prostitution, she could only imagine this was a huge of a deal for Jackie as it was the entire police force. Well ... I can only begin to guess how they feel. I know I'd wanna hear if I ever became a mom. Heh. I guess that's one reason I've been too scared to try. I wouldn't want any kids of mine getting dragged into dangerous situations like that or -- When Selena realized she was rambling, let alone about a very personal subject, she stopped and abruptly felt her face turn crimson. Well, you know. This isn't really a place to find people for such things. Making families and whatnot. A-Anyway ... Her head lifted in time as Selena watched a very ticked off Ethan start walking forward. She felt her hands prepare to raise beside her head and insist that whatever he was here for, it wasn't her fault. Instead, she calmly gazed at her boss, waiting for him to say whatever it was he had to tell them. Her head tilted as it began with a question simple in concept, but certainly unexpected. Upon hearing Kyle's answer, she would nod her head, confirming he was being honest about that. Why? she asked, her eyes widening as the answer was given. Wait, what? There was an almost immediate theory that popped into her head. For now though, she couldn't prove anything about it. Not yet. Thus, when Mr. Jacobson offered for her to rendezvous with Natalie ... Selena found herself oddly content to accept the order. Sure. Yes, sir. I can go do that now. If this is the same Mr. Cutter ... well, I'll fill you in with my thoughts when I return. See you later, Kyle! A quick, rushed ride later, she exited a borrowed car from the station. It wasn't so swift that she forgot to grab her phone, but it was otherwise a ride that would - under more circumstances - have earned her at least one speeding ticket. After putting the vehicle into park and shutting the ignition off, she gave a tired wave to Natalie. You were right this is quite the long night. Mmmm, indeed, Natalie concurred, fighting the urge to yawn. Okay, so ... you'll need these. Body's this way. The coroner is mostly done enough that we can come over and check out who this man is. Was, rather. Selena soon felt a pair of latex gloves thrust into her hand. She grimaced, knowing Natalie was correct once again. These would be needed. She wasn't allergic to latex, per se. But the feeling of it had been something that always made her skin feel ... odd. Not akin to breaking out or anything, but it was uncomfortable. Okay, so ... here goes. Walking forward with Natalie, Selena made sure the gloves were secured over her hands before pulling back on the sheet. Her eyes blinked before widening slightly. Well, well. I'll be damned. You know him? Enough to identify him. Funny. He was alive maybe ..... thirty to an hour ago. And now he's dead. Remember that vigilante-esque character we spoke of earlier today? W-Wait! Natalie interrupted, looking incredulously over at Selena, Are you trying to imply they are behind this?! Maybe. I am saying this for sure it's feeling less and less like an exaggerated set of coincidences.