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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 2
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Andie walked into the precinct thinking about the idea that had come to her in the middle
of the night last night. She knew that she could transfer anywhere in the state without a problem,
but anywhere more than an hour away would just mean trouble.
'Anywhere but here. I seriously have to get away from Henry; the man is hell-bent on
annoying me, and it doesn't help that he's my boss. And that rookie, Matthew, is following me
around like a schoolboy with a crush... On to what has to be listed. What do I need to start off well
at my new precinct? Hmmm... this will require more than minimal thought... I need a new
apartment, obviously, since I'm not staying in Buffalo any more, the Ninja needs a bit of mech
work...' her thoughts drifted to her green and silver Kawasaki Ninja, which was setting in the
parking lot at the moment. She subconciously jingled her keychain. 'I need some new clothes...
Can't be meeting the new captain wearing this nearly-trashed junk...'
She stopped and looked down at what she was wearing. Her sneakers were beaten
horribly, and her jeans had a rip in the right knee and were worn rather thin across that side. ' Too
many skids. I have to stop doing that. Sure, it's fun, but it ruins my clothes! ' She thought of how
many times she had sent her Ninja into a skid just for the heck of it. It never seemed to take any
beating, just her. She looked at the shirt she was wearing -- that was fine. And she remembered
that her jacket was still new, so that was one less thing to worry about. ' Now, on to see the boss. '
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Sara woke up from a rare thing -- a night without Witchblade-induced dreams. But, that
didn't make Monday morning any less Monday-ish. The alarm's buzzing was not very welcoming,
and she hit the Snooze button with more force than necessary. The alarm faded to a low buzz,
then stopped completely. She groaned and rolled over, putting her pillow over her head to ward
off the sounds of New York early-morning rush hour traffic. So far, it wasn't working. Then she
realized that Dante would have her head if she was late again. ' So much for sleeping in... ' she
thought as she got out of bed and into the shower. She rushed through her morning routine. She
finally noticed the note on her counter and stuffed it in her jacket pocket as she ran out the door.
She had barely managed to get to work on time.
Then there was Jake. The California surfer-turned-NYPD cop had to be the most
annoying person to see on a Monday morning, well, except Bruno Dante. But, apparently, there
was no rest for the weary. She pulled the note out of her pocket as she hung her jacket on the
back of her desk chair. As she unfolded it, she recognized the handwriting. ' Oh, God. What little
surprise has Nottingham left for me now? ' she mentally asked herself. After reading the note, she
sighed heavily, folded it up, and placed it back into her pocket. Apparently Irons wanted her to
attend a "dinner meeting on Wednesday as he had put it. 'Probably another stupid thing about
visions. There are days when I wish he would tell me something I didn't know... '
..................................................................................................
Andie knocked onthe door cautiously. She really didn't like Henry when he was angry.
And on Mondays, he was always more testy than usual.
"Come in," Henry grunted.
She walked in to see him with his nose buried in a case file. She decided that she didn't
want to know if it was one of hers... Because, if it was, he would find something wrong with it just
to see her get riled up. He had some kind of a grudge against her, but she didn't know what for.
"Uh, sir? I was wondering... Could I be permanently transferred?"
"To where?"
"Doesn't matter to me, as long as I'm not leaving New York state. I figured you might
want to choose anyway."
"You put any thought into this? When do you want to leave by?" he asked, taking out a
sheet of paper to jot things down on.
"Yes, I did think about it," ' If I hadn't, I wouldn't be here!' she quipped mentally before
continuing. "I suppose I'd like to leave by Wednesday."
"Wednesday, huh? I think we can do that. Got any other preferences beyond staying in
the state and leaving by Wednesday?"
"Not really."
"Okay. Got it. I'll take care of it from here," he finished, waving his hand to dismiss her.
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Author's Note: If you want to see more of this, please review! And thank you, Fae Rain! Thank you Eli!
You took notice! And, coming soon, mayhem! Madness! And more trouble than two homicide cops are
worth!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 2
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Andie walked into the precinct thinking about the idea that had come to her in the middle
of the night last night. She knew that she could transfer anywhere in the state without a problem,
but anywhere more than an hour away would just mean trouble.
'Anywhere but here. I seriously have to get away from Henry; the man is hell-bent on
annoying me, and it doesn't help that he's my boss. And that rookie, Matthew, is following me
around like a schoolboy with a crush... On to what has to be listed. What do I need to start off well
at my new precinct? Hmmm... this will require more than minimal thought... I need a new
apartment, obviously, since I'm not staying in Buffalo any more, the Ninja needs a bit of mech
work...' her thoughts drifted to her green and silver Kawasaki Ninja, which was setting in the
parking lot at the moment. She subconciously jingled her keychain. 'I need some new clothes...
Can't be meeting the new captain wearing this nearly-trashed junk...'
She stopped and looked down at what she was wearing. Her sneakers were beaten
horribly, and her jeans had a rip in the right knee and were worn rather thin across that side. ' Too
many skids. I have to stop doing that. Sure, it's fun, but it ruins my clothes! ' She thought of how
many times she had sent her Ninja into a skid just for the heck of it. It never seemed to take any
beating, just her. She looked at the shirt she was wearing -- that was fine. And she remembered
that her jacket was still new, so that was one less thing to worry about. ' Now, on to see the boss. '
....................................................................................................
Sara woke up from a rare thing -- a night without Witchblade-induced dreams. But, that
didn't make Monday morning any less Monday-ish. The alarm's buzzing was not very welcoming,
and she hit the Snooze button with more force than necessary. The alarm faded to a low buzz,
then stopped completely. She groaned and rolled over, putting her pillow over her head to ward
off the sounds of New York early-morning rush hour traffic. So far, it wasn't working. Then she
realized that Dante would have her head if she was late again. ' So much for sleeping in... ' she
thought as she got out of bed and into the shower. She rushed through her morning routine. She
finally noticed the note on her counter and stuffed it in her jacket pocket as she ran out the door.
She had barely managed to get to work on time.
Then there was Jake. The California surfer-turned-NYPD cop had to be the most
annoying person to see on a Monday morning, well, except Bruno Dante. But, apparently, there
was no rest for the weary. She pulled the note out of her pocket as she hung her jacket on the
back of her desk chair. As she unfolded it, she recognized the handwriting. ' Oh, God. What little
surprise has Nottingham left for me now? ' she mentally asked herself. After reading the note, she
sighed heavily, folded it up, and placed it back into her pocket. Apparently Irons wanted her to
attend a "dinner meeting on Wednesday as he had put it. 'Probably another stupid thing about
visions. There are days when I wish he would tell me something I didn't know... '
..................................................................................................
Andie knocked onthe door cautiously. She really didn't like Henry when he was angry.
And on Mondays, he was always more testy than usual.
"Come in," Henry grunted.
She walked in to see him with his nose buried in a case file. She decided that she didn't
want to know if it was one of hers... Because, if it was, he would find something wrong with it just
to see her get riled up. He had some kind of a grudge against her, but she didn't know what for.
"Uh, sir? I was wondering... Could I be permanently transferred?"
"To where?"
"Doesn't matter to me, as long as I'm not leaving New York state. I figured you might
want to choose anyway."
"You put any thought into this? When do you want to leave by?" he asked, taking out a
sheet of paper to jot things down on.
"Yes, I did think about it," ' If I hadn't, I wouldn't be here!' she quipped mentally before
continuing. "I suppose I'd like to leave by Wednesday."
"Wednesday, huh? I think we can do that. Got any other preferences beyond staying in
the state and leaving by Wednesday?"
"Not really."
"Okay. Got it. I'll take care of it from here," he finished, waving his hand to dismiss her.
.......................................................................................................
Author's Note: If you want to see more of this, please review! And thank you, Fae Rain! Thank you Eli!
You took notice! And, coming soon, mayhem! Madness! And more trouble than two homicide cops are
worth!