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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀i don’t follow the leader, i ensure
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀his WILL is carried out. the rest may
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ falter, but we are the * unshakeable
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀foundation. we protect what’s been
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ been built, no matter the cost . . .
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necessary.” There’s a roll of her eyes. Vaughn is someone she wishes would step down, the love for his occupation long lost if it ever existed. “I’m still on shift. Drink it for yourself, a celebration.”
Hands find purchase upon her belt, the button to her torch’s sheath repeatedly popped opened and closed. Nothing goes unnoticed by the Sargent, her perception diligent and her intelligence studious. However slight the change might be, it has been seen and embedded in a +
muscle rewarded after an earlier altercation. There’s a fleeting glance at her watch, the minutes coming to an end of shift always seeming to drag on. “It’s no problem, really.” She dismisses it with a lazed wave. “I know Vaughn fucked you around long enough, taking longer than +
“Calm for her.” Not spoken with malice. Everyone knew Matilda, liked her. They just know she’s a loud soul. Paper from earlier sets on the bar, pushed across. “The liquor license for the bar is renewed. Don’t worry about updating your RSA. I ticked you off.”
Cam tried to be nice, develop an understanding with all the residents. It certainly eases the duties of the job, lessens the risk from some hairy situations that could’ve been worse. “It’s from them, actually——.” Fingers tap against the bar, +
gaze fluttering about the establishment. “She’s missed some meetins’, classes.” Matilda wouldn’t be Matilda without a few outbursts. “Had an outburst with an older professor, psychology department.” But nothing harsh. Rather lack lustre, actually. +
rarely elsewhere. It felt odd in the town she was born and raised in. “No.” Nothing else is given away. “She isn’t in trouble.” There’s a pause. “For once.” Cameron winks, teasing. “It’s just a welfare check.”
“Yeah.” It’s an utterance, a friendly smile rising on her lips. “Getting better now the day is finally warming up. That first this mornin’ was a cruel one.” Most of the town simply called her Cam. Sargent Henry is offical, used in specific situations and +
“Tiffany.” Greets the Sargent in all of her towering height, leaning against the edge of the bar. “How you doing this evening?” There’s a paper between her fingers, folded and fingers run along the seam, creasing it further. “Haven’t seen that little friend of +
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I’ve watched her in her room,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ followed her everywhere. I’ve
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ waited years for this, for her,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ and I am not goin’ to pass up
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ the opportunity.
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