8034/City Fall: Down at the Precinct

City Fall: Down at the Precinct
Date of Scene:	24 June 2019
Location:	Police Station - NYC
Synopsis:	Fiona is offered some side work at the police station, but not side work for the Police.
Cast of Characters:	Fiona Glenanne, Shredder
Tinyplot:	City Fall

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Fiona Glenanne has posed:
^rThe door opens as Fiona's walking in to report a crime. Which is ironic given she's a knack of detonating stuff and shooting guns. She though....got nugged. Alright, she sent the guy to the hospital with a broken nose....but.....she's good at punching people. Still she's left alone for a while after stepping in. Perfect time to talk really....it's just Fi in the room. No working cameras, nothing. Fi's sat back relaxing. It's nothing new to Fi after all. She's got a record a mile long in Ireland, and a past with the IRA. Fi looks amused then shaking her head.

Shredder has posed:
    Detective Quincy Weekly comes in. "Ms..." he looks at the last name, and seems uncertain if he will properly pronounce it. "Fiona," he decides for safety. He's a rather heavy set man, African American, maybe thirty years old. He's wearing an open gray dress shirt with black slacks, and he sits carefully in his desk chair. A little more personal attention than most standard reports get.
    "It looks like you got yourself into a little trouble," he comments. "I hope you're all right," he says. "Rather ill-timed, right after your arrest the other day, don't you think?" He looks up from the report on his tablet, and then sets it on the desk.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi raises her palms. "Not my fault this time, Detective. I got mugged and hit the guy once. He got punched in the nose and I was defending myself" she says looking unimpressed at the gall of people trying to rob her....as she looks annoyed. "Look. I can explain. So" she points out looking to the detective, "I'm allowed to defend myself, right?" she adds and folds her arms looking uneasy.

Shredder has posed:
    A quirk to one side. "Of course," he says. "It just seems that you have a bit of a knack for getting into trouble," he comments. "And such a hassle that you'll probably have to go to court over these warrants." Quincy leans back in the chair, which creaks a little with his weight. "So you were attacked by a mugger," he repeats. "You punched him. What happened after that?"

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"After I punched him I didn't hit him again" Fi says. "He went down clutching his nose. So" Fiona mutters "I hit him once. He went down. I ran away from him, considering I don't like being mugged" Fiona says defiantly. "So....." she sighs.

Shredder has posed:
    "Great, well, you showed him," Quincy gives a nod. "And I think we got him here, too." He puts down the tablet, and crosses one leg over the other, holding the upright knee with both hands. "So, Fiona. I can call you that, right?" he asks. "It seems that you've had a record of having some other activities in the past, or such is the grapevine. You have a bit of an explosive personality, if you will pardon the pun. Can you tell me more about that?"

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fiona smiles at the pun. "Consider it pardoned" she says dryly. "You caught the guy with a switchblade and a temper?" she asks with a quirk of her mouth. "Oh good. I've no idea what you've heard about me. I'm a model citizen bar being in the system" Fiona says playing innocent....or....doing her level best to play innocent that is.

Shredder has posed:
    "Oh, completely," Quincy says. He leans forward, picking back up the tablet. "Let me just..." he taps a few times. "Hold on, technology isn't my strong suit," he admits. He taps for several more seconds. "Ah, there it is," he says. "What do you make of this?" he asks. "Someone shared it with us after you were processed the other day."

    It's a video of Fiona as she walks up to the trash can on the skytrain, putting something into it, and walking away. Shortly after, there's a flash, and the video ends. "I thought that was pretty interesting, myself," he says. "What do you think happened with that trash can?"

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi shakes her head. "I put a cigarettte in the trash and it was burning" Fiona sayys. "It caught fire? I mean, you toss a cigarette in and it catches fire right?" she asks playing dumb. Still. Fi looks at the video and shakes her head. "So I threw a cigarette away, big deal. Everyone does it" she bluffs and looks at the video again.

Shredder has posed:
    "Really?" Detective Weekly says. "That is quite the fire," he says with an obvious skepticism. "Just explodes, takes out the whole trashcan, the camera a few feet away." He leans forward, resting on his elbows. "I have someone who may want to talk with you about it. They've been digging, and they are really curious about how you can make trash cans just explode from putting cigarettes in them.

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"Really" Fi says and looks amused. "So you got somebody who wants to talk to me, huh?" she asks "Go on, if it's a cop I'd like to see a lawyer, if it's a reporter I've no comment" Fi grimaces, shaking her headd and sits, hands in her lap. "So you think I got this super power of making things randomly blow up huh?" she asks with a shrug. "I mean that'd be a sweet power, but....." Fiona says and looks unimpressed. "Think of the havoc it'd cause!"

Shredder has posed:
    "Yes, I'm sure it would," he says. "May be able to help you in return with your impending court trials. You're way too young to have a record already in life. Would be great if that could just go away, wouldn't it?" Quincy shrugs. "Not a cop, not really. Not a reporter to be certain. What do you say? Should I tell them you are happy to chat?"

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi looks curious, "Go on...." she says and looks impressed then amused, "So who wants to speak to me?" she asks then leans forward. "I'm all ears. You're right though" he adds and raisees an eyebrow. "I'm listening"

Shredder has posed:
    "They are an outfit tryin' to make things work in this city. Less violence," Weekly says. "Can't say I'm a fan of all they do, but I'll be damned if it isn't working." He lowers his voice. "They are called the Foot. Some weird Japanese group, ninjas and stuff, see? They've shut down a lot of the common muggings, ten to one, that mugger was planted to get you in here because they wanted to talk to you." He shrugs. "They aren't people to screw with, I'll warn you. So don't say yes if you aren't willin' to take the red pill."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi looks skeptical. "I'll hear them out" she says and loks amused. "I mean.....I'm all for hearing them out" she adds with a smile, "I mean...they're not people to screw with right? Good." she adds and nods sagely. "So who is it, and do I meet them here or?"

Shredder has posed:
    There is a pause, and Quincy pulls his phone from his pocket. "Okay," he says, and tosses a text. "I don't get to know that part," he says. "They don't trust cops all that much, so they like to keep things ambiguous on our end, in case one of us decides we want to get a few notches in our belt." He taps out a text, and puts his phone down again. "They should let me know in a couple mins or somethin." He reaches in his desk, and pulls out a granola bar. "Want a snack? Wife's been tellin' me I need to lose weight, so I've been havin' to eat this health food crap."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fi shrugs, "Alright, health food's a hard no. Empire Bay's awash with the stuff. Can't go five feet without some cael vender or...ya know, seaweed this, asparagus that" Fi grits her teeth as she says it and shudders. "No way. Give me real food. If I ever get reincarnated as a rabbit, I'll eat all the healthy stuff I want" she says then nods to the detective. "Alright, I'll just sit here. You sure you can't get us something that's actual....ya know....real foodd?" she asks with a sigh. Not looking forward to healthy food one bit, Fiona looks unamused. "I heard you cops are nicer when you had food. So" Fi nods. "I may test that theory"

Shredder has posed:
    "Not wrong," Quincy pats his girth, "That's my problem," he gives a laugh, and looks down as his phone buzzes. "Oh, there it is. Says meet them tomorrow at The Yale Club. Looks like you might get a good meal after all. That's a nice place."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
"It is. Holland Township, got a nice home. Yale club, tomorrow. Right" Fiona nods as if taking mental notes then shakes her head. "Nah I've the opposite problem. Active life, eat, don't put on pounds. Or I lose them swimming or running and....stuff" Fi shrugs and looks amused. "You know, you ain't bad for a cop, you've not immediately tried to slap me in cuffs for something I didn't even do" Fiona gripes.

Shredder has posed:
    The detective shrugs. "I do my best, what can I say?" He comments. "You be careful out there, try not to get into too much trouble." He stands up, and indicates the door. "You're free to go when you like, if you need anything from the dispatch they can get you checked out."

Fiona Glenanne has posed:
Fiona nods and looks amused. "Oh I'll try" she says looking serious then nods. "I'll try. I'll be good, Detective" Fi says and slips towward the door.