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[lostundercover]

[Costigan sounds entirely calm and collected, albeit his usual gruff self.]

I need a weapon. A gun or a knife, nothin' weird. I'll pay cash.

[There's a muffled knocking noise for a moment before he speaks again.]

Cigarettes too.


[PRIVATE TO VALDIS]
[His voice shifts, holding more anxiety.]

We need to talk. Privately, not at the station.

Comments

[redlightgreenlight]

All I need is to lay Malicant's cult to rest. Permanently. Otherwise...[She gives a sly smile] No.

[lostundercover]

No pressure. [Costigan smirks and straightens, stretching his back. He takes one last sip of his cold coffee and then stands, glancing back down at her.] Thanks. Might as well start now. Yell after me, huh?

[He warps his expression to one of anger and frustration and storms away from her, slamming the front door of the cafe open. Although it seems unlikely that anyone's paying too much attention, he wants what memory there might remain in any bystanders to be one of negative association. They can't be too friendly anymore.]

[redlightgreenlight]

[Valdis doesn't miss a beat]

Costigan! Get back here. That's an order!

[She sounds furious, looks furious. If she had been in hound form, her hackles would have been up.]