San Diamandra, Report Centre
Ricardo was calmly drinking his coffee as he flipped through the line-up of newcomers. He shook his head at some of the things that the prisoners' files entailed in terms of strengths and methods of escape. And I thought Michiko had a track record; wait till Suko hears this. Mentioning his partner, he felt himself smile lightly in remembrance at her latest sound-off. I know she cares about Sina more than she lets on; I just wish that she would stop comparing her to Soja. Shaking his head, he looked briefly at his door before going back to his work. He was about to move on to the next set of names when a knock sounded at his door. Thinking nothing of it, he simply murmured his consent. Imagine his surprise when he saw an olive-skinned dark haired female that looked to be in her late teen's standing in his doorway. Placing down his pen, he folded his hands atop his desk. "Can I help you, young lady?" he asked warily, his eyes searching for a guard on duty.
The inkette smiled as she walked up to him, a guard emerging from behind her as he turned to close the door. Recognizing the blond guard as Soja's husband Molin, the Officer inwardly chose to be merciful to the girl. Seeing her seat herself on a corner of his work space, he was immediately reminded of Messina. The girl had piercing gray eyes, long, wavy dark hair and black painted lips. She was wearing a black ensemble that Messina had been wearing moments before, the only difference being that the trimming on the trench coat was crimson. She draped her right leg over her left knee before she leaned forward, the action causing some of her hair to fall over her face. Once her eyes shifted to crimson red, he knew exactly who she was. "Ra'Shona Solo, how can I be of assistance?" the girl's eyes appeared doleful as she said, "Is that any way to talk to your daughter, Daddy?" rolling her eyes, she reached into her pocket and handed him an envelope. "If Asantero were here, you'd give him more respect." Reaching into his top drawer, he ignored the latter comment as he removed a letter knife and cut it open. Removing the letter, he carefully read through it so as not to miss anything.
Finally facing his daughter, he placed it off to the side and looked her square in the eye. "So what you're telling me is that I need to release Messina because she's innocent?" the messenger nodded firmly, never breaking eye contact. The man leaned back in his chair, swiftly picking up the letter to quickly read through it. "And what if I don't release her; she's guilty for four different crimes and offenses." He stated candidly, his eyes still skimming the sheet before him. "If you're willing to pay for the mistake with your life, then don't release her." The flippant tone caught him off guard, which in turn made him look up to witness the Executioner's grave expression. She says that as if it happens every day. Sighing lightly, he proposed, "Alright Shona, let's say I do release her; who will take on the crimes set against her?" the abovementioned simply reached into her breast pocket and placed a sheet of paper onto the table. Moving to pick it up, he did as he had to the first letter before his head shot up. "You're telling me that… no, he couldn't have." Looking for doubt, he was only met with a stern outlook as she murmured coldly, "The person responsible for the Pedro Massacre… is the Associate Chief himself."
