Suddenly Zoe's voice broke over the M-Comm. "Guys, the cops are here." Rahzel didn't know whether to relax at that or tense up some more. "And so is Eddie with his laptop and all its wireless goodness. He's googled our little friend here. Listen up, everyone involved in this needs to be on alert. Lauryll is Lauryll McCallister. She's apparently a female version of JP, with a little of Psymon thrown in for good measure—only meaner and less mentally stable."
"Joy of joys," came Nate's voice through Rahzel's earpiece.
"Lauryll is a poor little rich girl—Mommy and Daddy buying her way out of trouble. Seems to have kept her nose clean the last few years, but went off of her medication a few months ago."
"This just gets better and better." Came Nate's reply.
"We REALLY don't want to spook her guys. Under MCPD direction, we're going to take one guard at a time and replace them with MCPD officers. We've already given the cops security jackets. Rahzel, keep her talking. Nate, you let her hurt Elise or Zen, and you'll be dealing with me. Got it?"
"You kidding me?" Nate responded. "If she hurts Elise, you're going to have to stand in line, because Brodi's going to chew my ass up."