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"There can be interruptions, especially if it informs the p-" It shouldn't surprise him how cheeky the fugitive was trying to be, all were when under pressure by bears, but it bothered the detective nonetheless. He glares in response, paw once again raising to hoist Erhard up again, when he heard a soft voice. Oh...Right. The phone. Those round furry ears twitch.
"...Don't undermine the FBI like that." The bear was now in front of Erhard. "They have a reputation of being hush-hush about the agents, info, and equipment they have on-board. They don't take lightly to people that bypass their security systems so easily. I suggest you don't dig a deeper hole."
He looks down at the sounds of button-pushing. A cell phone? It shouldn't have surprised him, but throughout knowing the fugitive, he never had seen him have one. Tyrone sniffs; if he could use that to contact the department instead of bumping his way into the kitchen, it would be his most convenient move for today. He lifts up a paw. "Hand over the phone."
"...No. I was removed from the case by Robin, who wanted me to not interact with anything relating to you, and now its in the hands of the FBI. That's all I'm gonna tell you, kid. "
The detective didn't add on to the fact that he was relieved with the decision - the indignation that kept drawing back into his face showed enough of that. The assistant commissioner was willing to take measures to snub Erhard out of the detective's life and given the circumstances - good. Ebele bearing witness to his murdering acts still rattled him, and he was nothing but thankful that Rice stepped up to protect her. She couldn't trust Renee and Meyer with him either, seeing that the two were connected. Relying on the FBI, who were in charge of those holding cells, was the best decision.
"I wouldn't count on it. You're probably on the wanted list by now if you're dealing with the FBI. If I don't catch you, they will." He kept approaching, continuing to rattle the furniture. He needed to get dressed and restrain Erhard - he didn't like wasting time.
"No." To think of a criminal asking for privileges at a time like this. It was enough to make Tyrone roll his eyes. Heading for the side door meant bypassing the bear, who always snapped his eyes back every now and then. The front door was straight ahead, just down the hall, but the both of them were situated in the back of the old Victorian house. Erhard would definitely fall and he would catch him by the paw. Best stay put.
The bear moves a little closer to the fugitive. He needed to drag him over and change back in order to get the handcuffs. "Sorry, kid. You're gonna have to go back. Robin's beyond disappointed in you - at least show her you're still a capable adult."
The bear turns his head to the side in order to search for something, occasionally turning back to watch Erhard. "Uh, yeah, kid. You're still wanted for murder and I'm not going to have you loose on the streets. Might as well get comfy with the cell."
His eyes finally land on a pile of clothes. His usual suit, folded neatly in the corner next to a potted fern. There was usually a spare pair in the pants pocket. How to keep Erhard in check while fishing for it, though...
((Nah, they're alright, I guess. Just.. annoying, hehe. But he can deal with this a whole lot better than he could with Erhard. These guys will bugger off if he tells them to, for one, and apologise if they see he's honestly upset by them. Even if they think he's a bit of a wimp, then.
And the reaction to the one-upping is either delightfully funny and/or bound to get him in trouble as they realise what happened.))