.Art Mullen -- {The hell did Luna. and John Reese want in /here/?} "Can I help you?" {Putting on an oh-so-charming smile, he turned --

.Art Mullen -- to the receptionist, noting the absolute lack of life in her eyes with a sliver of disquiet. The hell made people in this place --

.Art Mullen -- look like robots out of some damn sci-fi picture?} Good mornin'. I'm Marshal Givens. This is Marshal Mullen. {Showing the too --

.Art Mullen -- perfect to be real girl his badge, he slipped it back into his pocket, wondering if #Art had noticed that she hadn't yet blinked.} --

.Art Mullen -- We're on the trail of two fugitives. Teenagers. Girl and a guy. {Sliding the grainy capture from the office security feed across the --

.Art Mullen -- desk, tapping the capture of Luna. and John Reese in turn, he kept his tone casual, watching the receptionist's face.} --

.Art Mullen -- You seen 'em?

{Stepping out on to the TL, he wrapped his arms around ., giving the chi a kiss on the cheek.} {lazily} Happy birthday, Momma.

Boyd? {Disquiet passing across his face like a shadow, he lifted a brow, slowly shaking his head.} No disrespect, but that idiot is /not/ worthy of anyone's affections. {under his breath} And he's an asshole. x.com/BPRP_Beastie/s…

I see you, Momma Boonie. {grinning} You takin' care of my hat?

Good to hear it. {mischievously} You behave yourself, now.

{snorting} That spindly legged asshole isn't rilin' up the ladies with his charms, Art. {dryly} Unless makin' 'em uneasy as hell has suddenly become charmin'. x.com/MarshalStiffy/…

Uh-huh. You want to play the dashin' hero, Boyd? {dryly} You'll need to get yourself a better hat. x.com/FifteenInTheMa…

"If you wait right here Marshal, I'll find someone who can take you to security. You'll be able to see the daily feeds from there." Obliged. {Hat in hand, he offered the leggy receptionist a polite smile as she sauntered away, an extra sway to her step that --

-- he was absolutely /certain/ was for his benefit. Blinking as he realized he was watching her magnificent ass more than his surroundings, he forced himself to turn away, a rueful smile taking hold as he spotted a wall full of framed pictures.} --

-- {murmuring} You readin' me, Art? {Moving nonchalantly closer, scanning the Rogue's Gallery of Skynet's Employees of the Month, he cleared his throat, pleasant expression firmly in place.} You know how I said puttin' our pictures on the wall made us look --

-- like a bunch of glad handin' assholes? Turns out that don't just apply to the Marshall's Service. I... {Gaze landing on that month's honoree for Robotics - Demolition, he worked his jaw, irritation bubbling up into anger as he cracked his knuckles.} --

-- Shit. Art? You might want to stop eatin' donuts and haul your ass out of that van. We got an old friend workin' here. {Ripping his gaze from the framed shot of Boyd Crowder, he wheeled to the closest Skynet peon, pleasant smile never fading.} --

-- Excuse me. I am so sorry to bother you, but would you be so kind as to tell me where the /hell/ your demolitions department might be? Art Mullen Boyd Crowder

{Lifting a brow, he eyed the source of that favorite, hand drifting towards his piece.} William, is it? {canting his head} You want to explain why you call yourself "Bloody"? @_Hostile_17_