|
|
Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 16, 2013 17:41:45 GMT
The attendant gave Tristan another look, and continued toward Vance's office.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 16, 2013 18:05:49 GMT
Tristan gathered himself together, not meeting the eyes of the attendant.
|
|
|
|
Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 16, 2013 21:32:35 GMT
She led them into a rather nice waiting room, with a black leather couch and a chair.
"Ms. Vance will be with you shortly." The attendant said, leaving.
Livvy looked at the couch, then the chair, then the couch. "Fuck it." She muttered, flopping down onto the couch.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 17, 2013 15:22:21 GMT
"I'm with ya." Tristan flopped down on the couch beside her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 17, 2013 15:36:35 GMT
"I had entirely different connotations in mind." Livvy muttered. The door began to open, and Livvy straightened, doing her best to look professional.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 17, 2013 15:39:57 GMT
Tristan jerked forward and straightened his tie.
|
|
|
|
Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 17, 2013 15:43:23 GMT
A woman in her mid-40's, blonde hair arranged into a bun, walked out.
"I'm to understand you wish to speak with me?" She asked.
"Ms. Vance? We're with the government. We'd like to ask you a few questions." Livvy flashed her credentials.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 17, 2013 15:53:55 GMT
Tristan flashed his own credentials as well, smiling.
|
|
|
|
Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 17, 2013 16:04:02 GMT
"Whatever you need." Vance said, sitting down across from them.
"Do you perhaps know a man called Donny G?" Livvy asked. A sneer spread across her face.
"Sacrilegious bastard. His own practice is far worse than mine, but I'm the one being crucified."
|
|
|
|
Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 17, 2013 16:20:47 GMT
"Safe to say you do know him." Tristan muttered. "When did he start speaking out against your establishment?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 17, 2013 16:24:37 GMT
"Quite recently, actually. Around maybe two or so weeks ago." Vance replied.
"Would you happen to have some sort of ancestral or heirloom object, perhaps a ring of some kind?" Livvy asked.
"All I have that fits that description is my mother's old ring. She never wore it. Never could puzzle out why."
"Could we see it?"
"I'm afraid not."
|
|
|
|
Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 17, 2013 16:26:40 GMT
"Why not?" Tristan asked, brushing a bit of dust off his lapel.
|
|
|
|
Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 17, 2013 16:28:33 GMT
"It's all I have from my mother. I'm not letting you take it." Vance said.
"Ms. Vance, we could be back in two hours with a warrant to take everything you own. Just let us see the ring." Livvy said.
A look of anger flashed across Ms. Vance's face, before she stood and walked back into her office.
|
|
|
|
Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 17, 2013 16:32:39 GMT
"I'll take that as a no." Tristan smirked.
|
|
|
|
Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 17, 2013 16:39:01 GMT
A moment later, Vance burst out of her office, carrying a strange gun-like object which she pointed at the two and fired, shooting green electricity at them. "HOLYSHIT!" Livvy yelled, jumping off the couch out of the way. |
|
