"I guess your powers are improving," Doujima remarks as they park in front
of the Kyoto police station. "I mean, if you were able to beat Amon, you
could be raised to an S-class hunter!" Her blue eyes sparkle as she
practically skips up the steps.
One of these days, I'll get her a t-shirt reading "Perky as Hell" on it, see if she wears it, Kate sighs inwardly. "I hope so," she says modestly, even as she surreptitiously scans the girl's purse. Omigod, how many tubes of lipstick does she need? she wonders as she follows the blonde into the station. Yes, her powers are getting stronger, she's not even straining as she looks behind the walls, seeing cops clock in, chat around the water cooler, hustle suspects through, and use the restroom. Ew, didn't need to see that last one, she thinks, hiding her grimace as Doujima steps up to the counter.
"Hi, we're from the STN-J," the blonde says, sounding very unconvincing in her spoiled rich girl manner. "We'd like to take a look at those autopsy reports from a couple nights ago."
"Well, now, little lady," the clerk leers, "I don't think you'd like seeing icky pictures like that. But I've got some pictures I'm sure you'd like."
Kate really doesn't want to waste time with this low-life, and narrows her gray eyes, using her Craft. "Please get yourself a new copy of that magazine, it's rather soiled," she says as the man's jaw drops, "and we'd like to see those autopsy reports. Now."
He almost falls over himself jumping out of his chair, and they hear something like a magazine fall to the ground before he slips on it. "Y- yes," he stammers, leaving the two women standing there, bemused.
"Wow," Doujima looks up at her, her blue eyes big, "your powers are getting stronger."
Kate pastes a smile on her face. "Whatever will make him move faster," she says, "besides, he was really creeping me out."
The blonde girl nods her assent, wrinkling her nose, "Yeah, I can't believe they let such a pervert work here."
Kate nods back, crossing her arms, itching to do something. She knows her impatience is almost as bad as Haruto's, but at least she knows when to act and when not to. "If Kono's really using a Ring of Ogham to do his work, I hope it shows up on the reports," she sighs.
"We could always send in folks from the Factory to check out the bodies if the reports don't have anything useful," Doujima pipes in helpfully.
Duh, Kate thinks, but aloud says, "Let's just see what the reports have to say."
Then the pervert, that is, the clerk, comes back with the autopsy folders. "Here you go," he says, handing them over. Kate's glad she's wearing gloves, and takes them from him between her thumb and forefinger. It seems he can't leave fast enough when their business is done.
One of these days, I'll get her a t-shirt reading "Perky as Hell" on it, see if she wears it, Kate sighs inwardly. "I hope so," she says modestly, even as she surreptitiously scans the girl's purse. Omigod, how many tubes of lipstick does she need? she wonders as she follows the blonde into the station. Yes, her powers are getting stronger, she's not even straining as she looks behind the walls, seeing cops clock in, chat around the water cooler, hustle suspects through, and use the restroom. Ew, didn't need to see that last one, she thinks, hiding her grimace as Doujima steps up to the counter.
"Hi, we're from the STN-J," the blonde says, sounding very unconvincing in her spoiled rich girl manner. "We'd like to take a look at those autopsy reports from a couple nights ago."
"Well, now, little lady," the clerk leers, "I don't think you'd like seeing icky pictures like that. But I've got some pictures I'm sure you'd like."
Kate really doesn't want to waste time with this low-life, and narrows her gray eyes, using her Craft. "Please get yourself a new copy of that magazine, it's rather soiled," she says as the man's jaw drops, "and we'd like to see those autopsy reports. Now."
He almost falls over himself jumping out of his chair, and they hear something like a magazine fall to the ground before he slips on it. "Y- yes," he stammers, leaving the two women standing there, bemused.
"Wow," Doujima looks up at her, her blue eyes big, "your powers are getting stronger."
Kate pastes a smile on her face. "Whatever will make him move faster," she says, "besides, he was really creeping me out."
The blonde girl nods her assent, wrinkling her nose, "Yeah, I can't believe they let such a pervert work here."
Kate nods back, crossing her arms, itching to do something. She knows her impatience is almost as bad as Haruto's, but at least she knows when to act and when not to. "If Kono's really using a Ring of Ogham to do his work, I hope it shows up on the reports," she sighs.
"We could always send in folks from the Factory to check out the bodies if the reports don't have anything useful," Doujima pipes in helpfully.
Duh, Kate thinks, but aloud says, "Let's just see what the reports have to say."
Then the pervert, that is, the clerk, comes back with the autopsy folders. "Here you go," he says, handing them over. Kate's glad she's wearing gloves, and takes them from him between her thumb and forefinger. It seems he can't leave fast enough when their business is done.