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`XXXDRUMMING NOISE -INSIDE MY HEAD - AN ALMIGHTY SOUND.
XXXXXXXX ℓσυ∂єя тнαη ѕιяєηѕ ▫ ℓσυ∂єя тнαη вєℓℓѕ ▫ ѕωєєтєя тнαη нєανєη -αη∂ нσттєя тнαη нєℓℓ
XXXXXXXX ℓσυ∂єя тнαη ѕιяєηѕ ▫ ℓσυ∂єя тнαη вєℓℓѕ ▫ ѕωєєтєя тнαη нєανєη -αη∂ нσттєя тнαη нєℓℓ
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↻ EMRICK TYCHON ANTEOLLI
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- If he smoked, New Year's Eve would be a fine time to light a glow.
Sure, it was a crisp night, blanketed with a thin veil of light snow. Nature wasn't a big thing in Chicago - steel, concrete and glass replaced mountains and fields. Sometimes there'd be a glimpse of starry sky through the smog, more so in winter, but constant rain could make a population forget. They were small dots on a massive sheet of paper, right? But what dot gets a crushing pressure in their chest because another dot has disappeared? If he smoked, a bit of nicotine might have made the news easier to wrap his head around. Someone like him, a member of the Chicago Police Department, had been brought down by the man five feet away. He was at odds, straddling a great divide with one foot on each side. Emrick smiled faintly, lifting his nose skyward, exhaling. A hard reality. Not something he was unfamiliar with.
He eavesdropped. Hard not to and Logan wasn't making any signs of telling him to beat it. Within the first few seconds following Logan's initial reply, Emrick was once again hooked into a situation he hadn't been expecting. Not yet. Detective. Logan was on the line with another officer. A higher ranking one: Emrick's thoughts spun like a tilt-a-whirl. Who would be connected to Logan? Who would call so soon after another cop's death? Was it someone from his department? Did he know him? Endless. A waterfall of stress and anxiety pounded on his temples and he took to rubbing his free hand through the ends of his hair. He lingered on the hard wooden gauge protruding from his earlobe, comforted by its shape.
The cop in him was demanding answers. The gangster was looking on things from a step back. Before he could come up with a plan, Logan hung up. Hazel-gray eyes slipped up from under low lids. A chuckle broke away from him. Logan's hair was starting to look like a checkerboard, white on black. The younger man was silent, maybe lost in thought, and Emrick bit into the cupcake while awaiting what would happen next. Logan was meeting up with a detective: it'd be good to see if he might figure out who it was. Licking away a splash of frosting around his mouth, Emrick stifled surprise and instead responded with a relaxed "Drive? Sure." He hadn't expected the invitation. Was Logan walking into a possible arrest? Did that mean Logan was guilty of the crime? It was too coincidental.
Another bite gave him time to mull over his decision. The Lacky role gave him little power, especially surrounding gang operations and sensitive details. Logan was practically Felix's surrogate parent at this point and Felix had access to more information then a kid his age should ever see. With that in mind, Emrick moved closer and likewise pulled his gloves from his back pocket. "Here. Use these." He said, offering up the leather accessories. Fixing a nonchalant grin into place, he lowered his chin, gaze a sharp point of humor. "So, is 'sis a date or ahm I runnin' interference? Been a long time since I played third wheel, but... What the hey. It'ssa new year."
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¤ Logan xxx¤ who's in contact with a gang member that I know? xxx¤ outside HQ xxx¤ sedate/ surprisedxxxxxxxxx
¤ Logan xxx¤ who's in contact with a gang member that I know? xxx¤ outside HQ xxx¤ sedate/ surprisedxxxxxxxxx