A call and an answer - Jack

[Anatra]

	Tyren Orca
	District 2
	Eighteen
	Pew pew

Shots fire rough down the range. One. Two. Three. Four. I recall the reload instruction, and recite it the best I can. This is my fourth clip of practice bullets. Each round brings a closer shot on the target. Protective goggles on my face, covering my eyes. Protective headwear, shielding my ears. There is the option to wear the headwear that has the Captiol radio playing crisply in the headphones. I've recently taken to those so that practice is more relaxed. It's like working on your body at the gym. The action alone is not enough to keep your mind awake.
Like all headphones, even the ones with the radio in them, an alert is able to come through in case there's an announcement made. As if on cue, I stop firing to only have an announcement come through my ears. "Cadet T Orca and Cadet M Dunham, please report to the C.A.C for assignment." The announcements are not remote or at all rare. They occur ever so often, sometimes similar to one and other and sometimes different. But it was my name, I realise.

I take off the headphones and glasses so that I can take in the sounds around me, there are few others at the shooting range, but I don't check to see who. All that matters right now is that assignment. It could be anything.

The C.A.C stands for Command and Control, and it isn't at all as grand as it may sound. It is a simple desk with somebody behind who will hand us our badges that we will need, where we will then use to open the real weapon lockers. All of which is usually timed, but we have to be quick anyway. Because these are real.

I wonder whether Matthew heard the call? It is hard to ignore it, but difficult if you're sleeping away in the dorms. I doubt he'd do that though, he doesn't seem like the lazy type at all. In fact, he seems more like the type that would be waiting for the call on the edge of his seat. I stand by the desk and receive both of our badges, each with our own name on it. I wait near it for him, ready to hand him his so we can rush into action.

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[Jack Lexington]

The one place I don't want to be disturbed at is in the bathroom. Everybody has to do their business once a day and I'm no different. So I snuck away from target practise to have a nice, long sit down reading the regulation book when somebody comes knocking on the door.
"Dunham?"
Oh dear, can"t they leave me alone while I"m here? I put my head in my hands when the knock comes again, harder this time.
"Dunham, you in there? It's important."
I growl back at the cadet who's bugging me. "This is important, too."
"You're supposed to report to the C.A.C., pronto."
My head perks up. "Why?"
"Didn't say." Then I hear footsteps leaving.
From one moment to the next I get excited, finish as quickly as I can and pull my pants up.
My belt's barely closed when I push the door open and starts jogging down the hallway.

3 minutes later I want to enter the C.A.C. when my eyes fall on Tyren, who's already there.
"Have you been called, too?" I'm breathing hard and I think my excitement shows when I try to push my way into the room.
"What's this about?"

[Anatra]

	Tyren Orca
	District 2
	Eighteen
	Pew pew

After a few minutes of waiting, I am almost ready to leave on my own but that is just my paranoia kicking in. "Have you been called, too?" I hear as the clearly enthused Matt walks quickly my way. "Sure have." I throw his badge towards him. "You need one of these, and we need to go get the weapons from the locker." I think it is good that I'd already figured this exercise out since I had read it in the regulations book. Though, it is somewhere near the back. Usually, when cadets get given these tasks, it is the end of their course, or near enough. So much that they could be trusted with such a trial. Except this isn't a trial, it is work.

I pace quickly to the locker, where I take the utility belt that is contained in my locker. Matt has one too. They aren't labeled with our names but with the number on the badge. His is 3 and mine is 4. I strap the utility belt around my waist. It is a thin black material yet seems sturdy and holds a baton and the holster for the gun that is in the locker. It is a pistol. Is this all we'll get? I like the look of it. I think... I'm anxious to get out there into some action. This is the first time that such a feeling comes through. "Excited?" I ask him, taking my weapon and the clips that are in there with it, fitting them into a pouch on the belt. No protective gear, though. What is this? Some kind of test?

"Where's the armour?" I call at the person behind the desk. "Oh, you won't need that. It's just a routine check." Suddenly my heart sinks a little. I thought we were getting some real action. Maybe we are, and she doesn't know. Maybe anything could happen, and they're sending out the younglings for easy testing.

The last thing we need to do is report to the hatch, which is a small desk that is used to operate the 'garage-like' door that will open and let us out. Usually it would be for cars, I think, but we're not in one so we'll have to walk. I take the sheet that the person gives me, I think Matt gets given one as well but I'm too busy reading.

Cadets, you are to perform the routine check of the nearby town which involves going from door to door of key houses and checking that everything is of normality. You are doing this to show that even the tedious tasks will be completed with absolute care and security.

You are to go to:
- House C9, Miss Carlisle
- House D4, Ms Davil
- Flat Block A2, floor 5, Mr Orca
- Store Block P1, Mr Lukas

Do not disappoint. And above all else, keep the peace. Your decisions will be monitored.


So, this is a test then? I re-read but something I had skipped catches my eye. 'Mr Orca' I don't know anybody who lives in a Flat Block, do I? I can't remember if I do or not. If I do, I don't speak to them much, clearly. "Not as interesting as I first thought." I tell him with honesty as they open the door for us and I step out into the sun. "Well, we'd best make the most of it though." I reason.

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[Jack Lexington]

I can feel my heart beating in my neck at a pace that's unusual/ I guess it's because something is happening that doesn't involve pecils and papers or sparring with our room mates...at least that's what I expect when I get called here.

Tyren knows the scoop and throws me a small metallic object. I catch it in mid air and look at it. It's a peace keeper badge...a real one but instead of the long ID numbers the real keepers have it has the academy number dash our number on it.
My thumb briefly runs over the cold material. "Cool."
Maybe I shouldn't sound like a little kid but I'm too jazzed.
"You need one of these, and we need to go get the weapons from the locker." Tyrens next words make me even more excited.
"Weapons...you and me?" I clap him on the shoulder and start shoveling my feet. I need to go NOW.

One would think that by now the word weapon would make me a little reserved, especially around Tyren but this kind of thing makes me dumb...like a little kid with a toy gun.

With a brief look back at the C.a.C I make sure I'm not missing anything important when I follow Ty to the lockers and grab the utility belt with the baton and the holster. Proudly I strap it around my waist and reach for the still empty gun. I check for bullets holding it slightly sideways but it's completely unloaded.
I can feel the rush it gives me all the way to my fingertips though. I can't wait to hear our mission.
At least this time I have a decent partner, one I can rely on.
"Excited?" My friend asks me and I reach for the clips and nod. "More than that. I'm almost pissing my pants because I'm so thrilled."
He'll know what I mean.

I see a strange look on his face and start wondering why.
"Where's the armour?" He asks and the answer puts the same kind of look on my features. "Oh, you won't need that. It's just a routine check."
That's no good. Last time we were only using rubber bullets and had vests and a stray one still managed to leave a very painful bruise on my abdomen that's still shining there like a purple aubergine. I was lucky that was it and all my organs were unharmed.
So I protest.
"I"m not going out there without a vest!"
I guess I look like a stubborn kid when I cross my arms in front of my chest.
"You want us to work calm and fearless...give us kevlar."
That's it. "Orca is a pretty good shooter but ...those bullets can do some harm." Of course, they're supposed to. It's actually the first time we get sent out with real ammunition.
My arguments are getting ignored with a "You won't need it. Weapons are forbidden in D2."

I want to object about illegal weapons but Tyren doesn't seem fazed by the fact he could get shot in the back by me and is already moving on to read his task.
I look over his shoulder to scan it as well.
"Relative of yours or is that your secret hide out...block a2?" That's a joke. All his family lives in the good part of town, I"m sure.


"Not as interesting as I first thought.Well, we'd best make the most of it though." His voice sounds disappointed but I'm the exact opposite.
"What the hell are you talking about...a real mission, c'mon let's do it."
I lift my hand for him to high five me and march ahead into the bright light of the sun today.
"We'll rock this shit." Both of us have great scores and by now I'm sure we'll both pass the final test and become peace keepers.

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By the time we hit town my excitement has come down a little. What really brings it down is when we check the first house and I expect a Swat Style raid but an elderly woman is openening the door holding a cane in a shaky old hand and asks us very loudly.
"It's about time you show up. My TV hasn't been working for three hours."
I try to explain. "No, maam we're peace keepers. We're here to check whether you're okay. Everything good here?"
I talk very slow and loud but the woman drags me in by my arm and answers in a high pitched angry voice.
"It's back there in the living room. There's only snow...."
I roll my eyes at Tyren and mutter. "Go fix her TV, MacGyver."

[Anatra]

	Tyren Orca
	District 2
	Eighteen
	Pew pew

"Weapons...you and me?" I nod at him. It feels like a good team. Him and I will do well with whatever we're given, I think. A true team that doesn't require effort to work with one and other. Hopefully, he doesn't expect a shot in the back. Because I'm not going to be the one who gives that. "More than that. I'm almost pissing my pants because I'm so thrilled." Always straight in the deep end with his jokes, I like it. Blatant attitude which is funny to hear among friends. If anybody else was here, I doubt he would have said it. "I hope you mean that hypothetically..." I speak, Knowing he isn't literally pissing his pants.

"You want us to work calm and fearless...give us kevlar." He declares. The person behind the desk just shrugs at him as though she knows nothing of it. I admit that it is strange to arm us but not protect us. Maybe we are meant to protest the fact there is no armour. If so, Matthew's scoring highly. "You won't need it. Weapons are forbidden in D2." She bites back, but then sees something in the corner of her eye. "Wait..." She speaks, looking at a notice upon a piece of paper that she must have missed. "Yeah, you're right. Slip on one of those vests too. Sorry, Cadet." The woman points weakly at the vests on the wall, near the lockers. They're supposed to go underneath any clothing just in case a bullet does somehow manage to get through. Very doubtful. I slip my top off and strap the vest around myself, but there's no way to get them on without help, at least for me. "Matt, a hand?" I ask him, turning my back to him so that he can fix the straps for me. I'd do the same for him, too, if he asks.

I put my top back over it, and suddenly I feel so much heavier. The sun outside looks scary for me whilst I'm this warm already. But it's the price you pay for safety.

"Relative of yours or is that your secret hide out...block a2?" I raise a brow at him before realising the joke. Of course there's no secret hide out. I should be more excited, so I try to push it on myself. "Not sure, might just happen to have the same name or something, right?" I suggest, though the chances are doubtful. "I don't know who it is, if it is anybody I'm supposedly related to."

When I say that we should at least try to make the most of this, he seems much more excited that I am. "What the hell are you talking about...a real mission, c'mon let's do it." Yeah... He's right, actually. Let's do this. I take his high five firmly. He offers me his right hand, but I'm left handed, so I hit my hand backwards on his as we set off to our destination.

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We arrive at the first location. House D4, Ms Davil. "It's about time you show up. My TV hasn't been working for three hours." She says with her frailty showing in her stance and speech. I feel sorry for he, but three hours really can't be the reason we're supposed to check up on her. I sigh to myself, but Matthew takes the initiative. "No, maam we're peace keepers. We're here to check whether you're okay. Everything good here?" But soon enough, he's taken by the arm. Damn, this guy just can't pull off the women, can he? "It's back there in the living room. There's only snow...." She begins but he mutters to me before he's completely taken by the old lady. "Go fix her TV, MacGyver."

"I'm always ready for an adventure." I tell him, quoting some kind of old movie my dad used to watch. I walk myself into the living room, which I have to mention... smells awful and damp. This woman either pisses herself, or has rats doing it for her. The TV is fuzzy, but there's at least some kind of signal because I can hear the faint sound of Caesar Flickerman enthusing some crowd. I hear some horrible sounds coming from the TV, roars and clawing but I can't tell whether that's static or something else. I adjust the aerial a little which improves something but not much. I reach into the back of the TV and slip the wire out, which sparks a slight which has me worried. But I don't care, we need to leave and move on. I put it back in and the TV suddenly starts playing in full colour and crisp sound. "There you go." I say, seeing some kid from the Hunger Games behead the dragon. Wow. I've seen it before but not from this angle. Imagine seeing that live? "Come on, next house. Thanks for your time Ma'am." I say to her, picking up my jacket that I was carrying earlier, from the floor. We're to go to Store Block P1, which is directly beneath Flat Block A2, with only a small staircase separating them. I only know because Alex, Max, Joe and I used to hang out there. We'd race each other to the top, each taking a different route. Of course, Alex always won.

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I knock carefully on the door of the store, which's lights are all off. Nobody is in. "Great." We had best move on. There is no point investigating, because if there was something actually wrong now, we'd have a separate call made. "Next, I guess." We take the stairs, and it makes me realise that we've been working for quite a while already. I think the adrenaline has worn out and all we have left is the duty to finish. Maybe this next door will change things up a little bit. I look to Matt. "Here goes nothing. Our mystery man." I tell him. I knock on the door, and all we hear is the laughing of a girl and some man's voice saying "One minute!" There's music blasting a little. These flats are truly untidy, and it's cold out here in the corridors that are grey and unpleasing. These are the places for the lowly people, who don't have family to support them. This isn't the place for an Orca, at all. Who is he? Do I even know them?

The door handle moves a slight, and we hear the lock being taken off the latch as though he'd not wanted company. He opens the door and is met with our faces which have been waiting for five minutes already. "Oh." He speaks, and don't recognise him. He seems rough. Long hair and a scraggly beard that needs tending to. He seems surprised by our appearance. He has green eyes, light brown hair. He's no Orca. "Where's Mr Orca?" I ask. Hopefully my initiative isn't unwelcome. "Oh... One sec, I'll get him."

He leaves and a minute later the real deal comes to the door. Finally. Ah, well he's definitely... "Monthly check up?" The familiar face asks. Light brown hair, silver blue eyes. For fuck sake.

"Sure, Max." I say, unsure of what the hell to think.

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[Jack Lexington]

Tyren takes care of the old lady while I take a mindful glance around to make sure this isn't a trap and nothing is wrong besides the TV. After all the old lady could just be a distraction from whatever task this is.
I'm actually glad the lady double checked and made us put on the vests because after last time it makes me feel safer. Unlike Tyren I didn't bother to put it under my uniform but simply slipped it over top of it.

The images on the screen make me stop for a moment. The games. What a harsh sight...for a moment I wonder what it would be like to be in that arena and whether I'd given up any good chance of survival by letting the program go....then again the peace keeper academy seems usefull.
Tyren seems a little mesmerized as well so I ask. "Does this turn you on? I'm telling you...it does me!"

Together we leave the apartment to proceed to the next uneventful one. This is when it starts dawning on me that today's task might not be half as exciting as I though it would be. A little bored I stand shoulder to shoulder with my friend and once the door is closed roll my eyes. "Shit, you were right. This sucks. A little action would be nice."

The next door...the Ocra door holds a big secret: A long haired unshaved biker looking dude.
"That's your secret hide out? You hang out with bikers?" I whisper to him when he asks to see the real Ocra.
"How did you know he isn't the owner?" I wonder because the guy wasn't wearing a shirt with his name printed all over it like we do.

The next face has my jaw drop though: Max. What the fuck?
"What are you doing here? Do you live here? With this guy?" This is going to great. In my mind we just stumbled upon Max and his secret lover since the door was locked...or are they growing weed in there?
"Please step aside." I tell him and push my way into the apartment. It's not like peace keepers need any sort of search warrant. Not when they ahve the suspicion of a crime in process....clearly there must be a crime in process considering who I'm talking to. Freaking Max who had nothing better to do than try and steal my girl friend, then proceed to push his damn hand on my bruise just to leave me high and dry...fucker!
I cast a glance at Tyren that tells him I"m determined to have a look even if this is his cousin.
I do wait for a second though to make sure he's not going to have a hissy fit.
"We have orders to search your home."

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	Tyren Orca
	District 2
	Eighteen
	Pew pew

"Does this turn you on? I'm telling you...it does me!" He's telling me that he's turned on. My friend, Matthew Dunham, is telling me he gets turned on by... what? Who? I'm confused. I know I get confused easily, but this is un-understandable, right? "You must really need your gun oiled if that turns you on..." I tell him.

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"How did you know he isn't the owner?" He asks me curiously, almost in a whisper whilst the scraggly beard guy goes to get the real owner. "Eyes." I tell him. Orcas have brown eyes, brown hair. It's never been different except for Max. "That's your secret hide out? You hang out with bikers?" I raise a brow at him. "Bikers are pretty cool, you know." I tell him with a completely fake serious face. "Shit, you were right. This sucks. A little action would be nice." I pause before answering, making a sigh. "Tell me about it."

Max. How can it be Max? I was never told he was living here, or that he'd moved house. The only thing I can think of is the eviction warning he told me of in his letter. Maybe it followed through to this? Poor guy. Sympathy fills my heart for him, standing there, alone with nothing covering his top and just sweatpants covering his bottoms, blocking any kind of view of them with the door. What's his deal? Has he got something to hide?
"What are you doing here? Do you live here? With this guy?" I feel as though he was asking me that question, but Max answers either way, standing in the doorway with clear signs that we've disturbed something. I mean, he's topless and there's sweat on his forehead. He doesn't even get a chance to greet me, to know whether I'm on his side here or not. Matthew had jumped straight onto the gun and pulled the trigger without aiming, so to speak. Straight out of his mouth, and Max is posed with three questions. "I do live here." But I need to speak, I can't stay silent, so I but in. "But I don't." I hate this. It's going to look like I'm picking a side. That is probably what both of them are waiting for me to do.

"Please step aside." Matthew orders, but then barges through anyway. Or at least tries to. Matthew simply grips the door and blocks the way. "Excuse me? You're here to sort my problem." He speaks. I catch a glance from Matt that tells me all I need to know. 'Stay back and look pretty', because either way he's going through with this and I can't stop him. "We have orders to search your home."

We don't. I should say something. I don't.

Max raises his chin at Matthew. Sometimes, I don't know whether Max is lying or not. He's so good at it. But this time, he simply opens the door and looks right into Matt's eyes as he enters. I hope we find nothing. But we could find anything. I've never been here before.

The flat is small, the living room is the first thing you enter into, there are two separate bedrooms, one with a double bed and the other with a single. They're next to each other on the right. The kitchen is open without a door and on the left, the bathroom being almost as small as an on suite with a closed door to the left as well but further in. Straight ahead there's the scraggly beard guy on the couch, looking around curiously, maybe even nervously. The window is directly ahead and has the curtains shut, the light is the only thing that illuminates the place with its yellow glow. This is a really bad place, Max clearly hasn't been here long. There's somebody else in the back room, the room with the double bed. But I can't quite see her.

Max acts really casual, of course. He's not going to let Matthew challenge his territory. But he'll let him walk all over it, for some reason. Has he got something to hide?

I don't care, this is my cousin. I know him. I told myself I wasn't going to let him and Matthew's little conflicts spoil either relationship. Max walks to the fridge, not even bothering to put on a shirt or anything, and grabs a carton of milk and pours it into a glass. I lean on the kitchen worktop whilst Matthew does whatever he needs to. I didn't sign up to act suspicious for no reason, because that's how I see it. I'll trust his instincts once I have reason to. This seems a little pointless to me. "So, what's brought you here Tyren, really?" He asks me, pouring the glass still. "We're supposed to be asking whether you've had any disturbances." I tell him honestly. "I have, the one right there." He tells me, pointing straight at Matthew with the glass of milk before taking a drink of it. Wiping away the remainder from his lip, he speaks again. "Seriously though, how've you been?" He asks with a casualness, but I want to check if Matthew isn't destroying the place first before I answer. I merely glance, though. I'm not making any effort until I'm told to.

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OOC: If Matt is going to search the bedroom, he'll find that there's a girl wrapped in her bed's cover and the blinds are shut with the light off. In the bathroom and in the cupboard there is actually some illegal morphling and in the other bedroom there is some too, in the bedside drawer. Underneath the rug at the front door, there's a fake ID to get into the mines with Max's name on it, along with a key that says "Garage" on it with a little label. On the window sill there's a few packets of cigarettes. I think that's all that is interesting.

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[Jack Lexington]

Now that we're here, found Max in his sweat bottoms in a shady place like this with a long haired guy I find our task today very, very exciting. From one moment to the next my intertest peaks. Does Kyanite know who this guys really is? I'm not sure but I'm deterimined to find out for myself.

Behind me Tyren backs my lie about having to search his place...at least he doesn't contradict me. It's how I understood it though. Check for problems, irragularities.

My eyes switch to Max who stands there, chin raise, sweaty breathing hard. He was busy doing something...or someone...that bearded guy? Instantly I get grossed out.
max lets me enter.

The dingy, run down apartment is no place I would wish upon anybody. It's stale air and yellow walls haven't seen any freshness for years.
"Nice home, Max." I comment as I start my walk through.
From one room to the next. I check all the corners and behind doors first to make sure nobody is jumping me.

Max doesn't even bother to follow me around nor does the other guy who looks a little dangerous so I keep my hand close to my weapon.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Tyren talk to his cousin who's busy drinking something.
My steps lead me to the bathroom where I look at the things lines up on the sink...toothpaste, brush...soap. There isn't even a real shelf here.
I open the mirror to look inside at the array of deodorant and pills. Instantly I reach for them to turn the label to the front.
On the top shelf I find something that's not supposed to be here. A clear small glass container with a clear liquid. Morphling.
"Hello, baby." I comment because I recognise the stuff from the hospital. It's super strong and makes you high as a kite. The only time I ever got it was the first days after the battles.
With the bottle in hand I return to the living room and toss it at Tyren. "Catch. I think your cousin is in a lot of pain."
To Max I mention on my walk by. "Let's see the prescription, Max."
He's a medic. It's easy for him to get his hands on the stuff but is it legal? Hardly.

I rummage around some more: Behind the sofa, under the TV stand, then in the bedroom with the single bed. Finally I turn to the one with the double bed just to find a half naked woman wrapped in sheets looking at me as if I was Santa Clause.
"Who the fuck are you?" She asks in a very rude tone.
I stand before her hands on my hips mesmerized by her lack of shame.
"Peace keeper. Who the fuck are you?" I shoot back at her.
"Put some clothes on, lady." Not that I mind naked chicks but this one is with Max.
Instead of paying attention to her I go through everything on top of the drawers and then the insides. In between some socks I find more small valves of morphling.
I place eight of them in my hand and shake my head at her.

With the things in hand I return to the living room.
"Are you running a pharmacy, man? What is this?" I cast a meaningful glance at Tyren, who seems baffled. At least I'd like to think so.

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	Tyren Orca
	District 2
	Eighteen
	Pew pew

"Nice home, Max." I don't like the tension Matt is creating. At least I know who is to blame if this goes tits-up. Because Max has been calm about this so far, Matthew's just been provocative. It is understandable, but if anything comes of this I won't know what to think. Max completely ignores Matt, though. "Catch. I think your cousin is in a lot of pain." I do catch them, but only just. I look at what it is, but it is all too familiar. It's morphling. I can understand why Max would have it, though. He practically has the stuff at his disposal at all times. But if it were to be illegal, he could have his medical license completely revoked. That would break him. I'm not allowing that to happen. "Let's see the prescription, Max." Max rolls his eyes and just looks at me. I nod at him. I pocket the pills.

The girl wraps herself up some more as she was expecting Max and was more exposed than was necessary. "Put some clothes on, lady." Matt orders her. "Do I look like I give a fuck? This is my house." She snaps back, though regrets saying as much when he finds her stash of morphling.

He comes back out with it. "Are you running a pharmacy, man? What is this?" Since he gave me the last set of pills, I'm sure he won't mind giving me these ones too. I hold my hand out for them, and when he gives them over I just shake my head and pocket them as well. "I don't know what you're talking about." I say, a very serious face on me.

Max smirks.

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[Jack Lexington]

It takes me a moment to comprehend what's going on. Of course I gave my partner, who happens to be this guys cousin, the supposedly illegal medication. Everybody wants it and it sells for a lot of cash. Then again Max doesn't look like her"s swimming in money. He looks more like a user...at least right now. Usually he's a lot cleaner, nicer, smarter.

Before I know what's going on my partner lets the stuff vanish and asks.
I gasp and look at him in astonishment.
"Really?"
I stare for a moment because I know Max is loving this.
"You're going to side with your junkie cousin?"
I keep staring and hope that Tyren will see that this doesn't make any sense.
"Give them back to me." I demand with my hands stretched out, then shoot a quick glance at Max and the woman coming from the bedroom wrapped in a towel.

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	Tyren Orca
	District 2
	Eighteen
	Pew pew

"You're going to side with your junkie cousin?" I glare at him. I wasn't going to let this come between us, but it has done. I can't help it, he's my family. I'm not just going to sit around whilst Matthew pulls his world apart. Fuck you, I want to say. How dare he speak about my family like that? He's supposed to be my friend. I can't bring myself to say it, but I will if he dares carry on.

"Give them back to me."

"No." I keep the glare going. What's he going to do? Hit me? I'm sure he's surrounded right now. I'm also certain it's not Max's. I can see clearly who is taking it here. The stinking pig of a man on the couch, the skinny girl lingering at the sidelines. Max is the calmest here. It isn't his. It can't be. If only Matt would drop his grudge for once. I think I may be able to sort this once and for all.
If only Alex was here. This is his speciality.

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[Jack Lexington]

I can't believe it. Out of all the people who had their morals right I thought it was Tyren. But now that it comes to his family he chooses his cousin over his job.
"You'll never be a peace keeper like this." I tell him because it's true. You have to enforce the law...not only when you feel like it.

My hand's still held out when he declares no.
I sigh and let mine drop because I know he won't reconsider. Either I take it from him, which would mean me against all these people in the room, or we're just letting it go.
I keep staring at him. I should have known he'd always choose a family member over anything including me or the law.

So I turn to Max. "You're putting your cousin in a really bad spot here. We're being watched and this will blow back on his. You guys have to make a choice." It's either Max's career or Tyrens as far as I can tell because we've been told whatever we do is being monitored. I don't even have to look whether there are cameras because surely they have secretly been installed. Maybe this whole thing is an act, occurs to me. Max has been part of the PK training as a medic, why not now.

"Make the right choice, Tyren. I'll have to report this, no matter if you give them to me or not."
Then I turn to Max. "Or do you actually have a prescription for this shit?"

[Anatra]

"You'll never be a peace keeper like this." He honestly tells me. He's glaring right at me with a look of ashamement, but I really don't care. I'm standing up for this guy because nobody else will. The peacekeepers told us to keep the peace. Coming in here, messing everything up is doing the exact opposite. "This isn't a one sided team. I have a say in this, too." I say to him, my face not at all changing from the serious tone. This doesn't feel like I'm losing a friend though. It feels like duty is keeping us from agreeing here. My duty to my family, and his duty to his job. The job is not something I've been brought up with since birth, so I know which one I favor.

"You're putting your cousin in a really bad spot here. We're being watched and this will blow back on his. You guys have to make a choice." No we don't. He does. Max sighs to himself. This isn't his stuff, I can just tell. "Why do you suspect Max?" I say, but I get interrupted. "You know what, fine." Max says and I'm stunned. "Take me in, have me do the tests and you'll find I'm completely fine and you'll lose points for a bad guess." Then i nod along with him because he's right.

"Make the right choice, Tyren. I'll have to report this, no matter if you give them to me or not." He doesn't though. Nothing we're saying here is being recorded, I don't think. The only thing that I know to be monitored is the debrief where we describe what happened. I just hope one of his buddies speaks up soon, because I'm tired of this already.

"Or do you actually have a prescription for this shit?"

"He doesn't need one... Because it's mine." The girl speaks. I can't help but grin. Come to think of it, Matt had no idea max was tied into this. In fact, the girl was in that bedroom, not necessarily. Max.

[Jack Lexington]

Tyren raises a valid question by asking why I suspect Max. "The place is in his name on our papers."
But Max chips in. "You know what, fine. Take me in, have me do the tests and you'll find I'm completely fine and you'll lose points for a bad guess."
Max doesn't seem the gambling type ...at least not when it comes to his profession. Maybe he doesn't have anything to hide. He doesn't look like a junkie while the other two do.
So I hesitate.

When asked about the prescription the woman finally comes out of the bedroom. It disgust me to think that Max, who wanted to be with Kyanite, chose HER instead. What a downfall. Lucky me I guess.
"He doesn't need one... Because it's mine."
I change my attention on her somewhat relieved that I might not have to make this call after all.
"Where's your prescription then? And what's you name? ID?" Suddenly the focus is off Max and on her.

[Anatra]

	Tyren Orca
	District 2
	Eighteen
	Pew pew

"The place is in his name on our papers." I nod at Matt. He's right, I guess. If anything suspicious was to happen, which it has, he'd be at least questioned. He knows that though. Maybe... it isn't all Matt's fault. He has a right to suspect, I guess. Either, way, I stick to my guns. Having an illegal substance in my pocket is a little daunting. But nobody needs to know about it... Except the fact Matthew wants to report this either way. I'll have a word with him later, about that.

The girl comes out and admits, finally. I give a look to Max, which tells him all he needs to know. I shake my head at him with a grin on my face. Cheeky bastard. And here was me thinking he cared about Kyanite. But, I don't sympathise. I heard what she said to him. Horrible choice of words, if I'm honest. I'd never curse the man who saved my life. He looks back as though so say 'What, I'm allowed, right?' Which makes me hold is a subtle laugh.

"Where's your prescription then? And what's you name? ID?" The girl speaks up hesitantly. "ID..." She pulls it out from somewhere in that blanket, I dread to think where. She hands it over. "My name is Amy Williams." She pauses. "I... Stole the prescription." Why is she being so damn honest? It's irritating almost, unrealistic. But stole from who, Max? Max chuckles under his breath. "Lying bitch." He says with a light jest, not seeming to care much at all. It's not his problem, he sees that I think.

"Make the arrest, boss." I tell Matt. I nod at Max as I look over at the cigarettes on the window sill. "All yours?" I raise a brow. "Hell yeah. Though, I wouldn't recommend them, obviously. Your mother would kill me." I nod at the obviousness. "Obviously. She wouldn't know, though."

"She would, she finds out regardless. Mine did, somehow. Well, my dad did." I don't mind much. I would say I don't care, but that's harsh, I do.

The lazy guy on the couch stays seated whilst I wonder what his purpose is in life. Why is he even sitting here? Mooching off of my cousin? Either way, Max can handle himself. I don't need to make any adjustments here, I don't think. I take out the drugs from my pocket and throw them to Matthew again. "Here's your candy." I tell the baby I took it from.

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