let's play cops and drug dealing robbers!

[flamberge]

Who: Anyone around/in Locke City High School
When: 5th period
Where: Locke City High
What: DRUG BUST.

[It's just about that time. Numerous cops were gathered outside the high school. They were now ready and waiting for the commanding officer's order to move in. The cop in command for the bust itself stands ahead of the rest while glancing at his watch. Almost time. Just less than a minute to go and they could move in. Their orders were clear: take in anyone mentioned in Aurion's report AND search and/or apprehend several suspicious individuals outside of that report. Use of force is approved should they resist.

The second hand finally strikes the golden 12 on the officer's watch. Time to move in. He puts down his hand and gives the order to start closing in. Instantly, the police force begins to approach the high school.]

((ooc: and thus starts the drug bust! feel free to npc your own cops if you tag into this!! and a note i forgot to mention: anyone arrested will be officially known to be part of the numbers club but they will get released within a day or so thanks to karl 's interference))

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[flamberge]

As soon as the door closed, the officer suddenly speaks up outside, this time with far more respect and formality than before. Though Lyall may not see it, she more than likely salutes. "Deputy Superintendent."

Shortly after the vocal acknowledgement, the door opens once more. The face that pops in this time is a far more familiar one, namely that of one supposed Richard Locke. Maybe there had been some hesitation on his part of coming there himself, but letting anyone else do so risks it being Sherman or someone equally unpleasant.

[professorwolf]

Lyall couldn't have hidden his shock if he'd wanted to, and he didn't even bother to try. "Richard?" he exclaimed, not sure whether to be furious or disappointed. He thought he was probably both. He'd let himself be convinced that this man was on their side, was actually who he said he was, and now... here he was. Proving everything was a lie.

[flamberge]

The surprise had been expected, hence why there's little to no reaction once it comes. Instead, he calmly closed the door behind him before walking further inside the room. "Are you all right?" Karl studied Lyall for a moment, searching for any obvious sign of injury and was relieved when none got found.

[professorwolf]

Rubbing at his wrist still, more because he was too shocked and unhappy to realize he hadn't stopped, Lyall ignored the question. Obviously he was fine. "You're police? Your 'friends on the force'? Were your bloody coworkers?"

The attempt at hiding his accent just went out the window, too.

[flamberge]

The accent once found amusing now only served to emphasize just how upset Lyall was. Then again, as much was to be expected, really. Maybe Karl hadn't lied per say, but keeping a secret this huge would upset anyone.

Once near the only desk in the room, he stopped walking. "If you want a proper explanation, I can provide one for you at a later time, perhaps while giving you a lift back to the school should you wish it." Talking in a place where walls have ears would not be wise, after all.

Karl then set down a couple papers and a pen on the desk in front of Lyall. "For now, I need you to fill out a few forms. The sooner this gets done, the sooner you can leave."

[professorwolf]

That was a hint Lyall could easily take. He wasn't stupid. Just angry. So he shut his mouth, took a moment and a deep breath, then said, "Of course. And I will want that ride." And explanation. There had better be a good one.

He sat at the desk opposite Richard-- Karl? Was his name Karl, really?-- and took up the pen to hurriedly fill in what blanks were there for him. "I hope whatever this whole mess was turned out worth it for you," was his annoyed-sounding and still quite British comment as he signed his name at the bottom of the first form. He wasn't up to keeping his emotions and accent in check at the same time, after this day.

[flamberge]

No reply came at that. No, this mess wasn't worth it. Arresting actual criminals while having innocents get caught up in was not worth it. Worse yet was the knowledge that this was his fault. Had he just considered the possibility they could have done this then maybe the investigation could have been dragged out longer.

None of this gets said aloud. Little indication that Karl even really listened to the question exists, aside from the teeniest of frowns now on his face.

[professorwolf]

It didn't take too terribly long to finish signing everything up, at least. Longer than Lyall would have liked, given his burning desire for answers, and almost stronger burning desire to go home and bloody well eat something, but not as long as it could have taken. He finished his final signature with a flourish that is more "thank god" than anything else, and pushed both pen and paper towards Richard. Karl..

"There. Is there anything else I must go through before I can go home? Or is that is?" Yes, he could indeed hold onto his annoyance for as long as it took to sign forms. And longer, too.

[flamberge]

The papers get picked up and skimmed through quickly. Everything appeared to be filled out, aside from a few signatures needed from him. Those will get added in tomorrow, however. Today has been a hellish enough of a day that didn't need paperwork on top of it. "No, this'll be all."

Karl started towards the door with the documents in hand. He opened the door before glancing over his shoulder at Lyall. "If you would still like that ride then follow me."

[professorwolf]

"Thank you." The thanks was a bit stiff, but it was there. He levered himself up, glad to find the aches of sitting in one place all day already fading-- part of his werewolf ability to heal from broken bones, or just relief to be finally let go, and able to move around?-- to follow him out.

They couldn't actually talk until the car, anyway, and talking was what he really wanted to be doing right now. Or more specifically, getting answers.

[flamberge]

As soon as they got to the front desk, Karl turned toward Lyall. “Wait here one moment.” No waiting for a reply took place as he walked off instantly after having said that. Taking these papers with wasn't going to happen. It had been a long enough of a day (and still has the potential to be even longer depending on how the car ride went) so no paperwork at home tonight.

The documents got dumped on his desk and he grabbed his jacket as well as car keys before making his way back to the front. All this didn't take long so Lyall wasn't kept waiting for more than a minute or two. Once close enough, Karl gave a nod indicating it was time to go.

[professorwolf]

Lyall merely looked impatient and irritable while he waited. It probably wasn't a surprise to any of the other officers about; he'd been officially told he'd been wrongfully accused and left in an office cuffed to a chair all day, and accosted by dogs and individuals asking him useless questions. He had every right to be irritable.

He did try to throttle it down again once they were outside, at least, following in the man's wake. "So I suppose I ought to get used to the new name," he began once they reached the car.

[flamberge]

Being irritated after all that was more than understandable. An urge to just apologize right now rose up, but got suppressed. Right now wasn't the time for it. Not to mention, it might not get believed. After having found out your coworker had been lying to you all this time, why would you believe anything else they say?

As they approached the car, Karl took out his keys and clicked a button. A beep rang out, signaling it had been unlocked. "Call me whatever you prefer, but I do ask that in public you refer to as Richard for the time being." He opened the driver's side door and got inside.

[professorwolf]

"Why would that be? Isn't the 'operation' over with, now?" He dropped himself a little gracelessly into the passenger side, but at least he resisted the tiredly petulant urge to slam the door. "There are people who deserve to know about this, Karl." There was only a slight emphasis on the proper name. He could keep the right one when he needed to, but right now? It was just them.

[flamberge]

The 'people who deserve part' got pointedly ignored. People were better off not knowing this, at least not unless necessary. Right now? Felt completely unnecessary. "No, it isn't over entirely." He started the ignition. "The orders have been given for me to remain at the high school, for the time being, to keep an eye out for any suspicious behavior."

[professorwolf]

"Ugh." Lyall looked disgusted by that. He buckled himself in, still looking sour. "You mean they think there are more 'drugs' on campus... or want you to keep an eye on people like me? I still think it would be better if the network knew. Not only as a potential ally, but also a potential person to avoid mentioning things around in person. Especially with your rank, mister superintendent." Or whatever that title had been. There was a tiny bit of sarcasm there, too. He did stoop to it now and then.

[flamberge]

Once buckled himself, Karl drove off in the direction of the high school. "Deputy Superintendent and the latter." The correction came almost instinctively. Not even a day had passed since the rank was his, but best to not let anyone think he ranked higher than he actually was.

A light up ahead turned yellow, then red and the car ran it. Traffic signals can be obeyed on any other day, just not now. "Also, I have not given any information pertaining to the Network to my superiors, Sherman or anyone. In turn, they have kept me in the dark regarding their activities. Even the Network arrests with this drug bust..." His grip on the steering wheel tightened to the point it almost left dents. "They were done without my knowledge."

[professorwolf]

And Lyall, despite his irritation, wrapped his hand around the armrest of the seat in surprise at the sudden red light, like a handle. "Well. That's good to know. If you're even telling the truth. How much can I believe from you, Karl? You certainly managed to fool me, and I've worked with you for over a year now, and even came to you with suspicions." There was less irritation and more a sense of betrayal, there. A little part of him could understand-- but the rest of him was upset that a friend had lied to him for so long.

[flamberge]

A sharp turn came shortly after running the red. Karl's normally not this reckless a driver. Tonight just didn't feel like a night worth giving a damn about road rules. "Undercover work means remaining undercover. Jeopardizing my investigation by telling you or anyone else who I am hadn't felt necessary." Forgive him for not sounding apologetic, but once a cop always a cop. He felt bad for getting Lyall and everyone arrested, just not for having done a job like it should have been done.

[professorwolf]

"Forgive me for not being sympathetic," Lyall grumbled at him, holding a bit tighter onto the door handle to keep from being jostled about. "It isn't as if some of us aren't perfectly capable of keeping secrets." He hadn't told anyone about Nick, after all, had he?

"Just don't expect a lot of trust, if you can't come clean with something this important, when you're knee-deep in the other side of all this rot," he finished.

[flamberge]

Another turn, a sharp turn, came suddenly, but with it also came the high school coming into view. Their little ride was coming to and end. As for the commentary, Karl didn't hesitate in saying something in return, "Trust is something I never excepted nor do I expect now." People SHOULDN'T trust him. Maybe harming them would never be his intention, but no one with an ounce of common sense ought to place any trust in law officials, high ranking ones especially.

[professorwolf]

"I see." Lyall had nothing more to say to that, really, between holding on-- thank god for seatbelts, and for driving with a police officer-- and being totally unable to imagine living like that. He rallied as the school came in sight. "You still need to tell the network. Exactly for that reason. Knowing there's someone that high up in the police corps... it's something that needs to be shared."

[flamberge]

And there it was. That comment to actually tell the network. Karl expected it, but expecting it didn't make hearing it any nicer. Why? Because the likelihood of Lyall accepting his reply was slim to none. "It isn't. The less known about me and who I, the better."

[professorwolf]

"That's not true. I think the more is known about you, the better," Lyall countered grimly. "You are an important person in the hierarchy, you have the ear of important people, and you have eyes where no one else does. People need to know you have a chance of being on their side, if they get in trouble."

He narrowed his eyes at Karl sidelong. Their friendship seemed ruined, at this point, anyway, so.... "If you don't tell them, I will."

[flamberge]

The brakes get slammed on and it's only through sheer luck that Karl didn't put a hole in his car. Thankfully, the car stopped right in front of the school. On the downside, there is an unhappy redhead sending a mild leer over in Lyall's direction. "Don't." Only as an afterthought does it occur to him to add, "Please." The please doesn't come out super kindly, but it comes out, at least.