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ChiefIronsRPD has signed on.
awesker: I'm not doing it.
ChiefIronsRPD: No choice in the matter, Wesker.
awesker: Irons, they don't deserve a celebration. It was one drug bust.
ChiefIronsRPD: Done without harming the hostages inside OR killing the dealers.
awesker: They smashed through a door to do it.
ChiefIronsRPD: Doors can be replaced. Redfield and Frost did well, face it. AND, might I add, it makes all of us look mighty likeable and newsworthy - making for a nice little diversion from that Arklay Mountains business.
awesker: This is neither the time nor place to discuss confidential matters.
ChiefIronsRPD: Don't matter how you feel. You're giving them a party, and that's final.
awesker: And if certain parties were to catch wind of this?
ChiefIronsRPD: They'd agree with me. Don't try to weasel your way out of this, Captain.
ChiefIronsRPD: There's no proof they were responsible for that chum prank.
awesker: Bullshit. It has Redfield's stench all over it.
ChiefIronsRPD: Maybe, maybe not. But I've heard whispers about those disappearing hikers and the press are getting restless. We need this to buy YOUR superiors time to get into motion.
awesker: OUR superiors. Or have you forgotten the generous donations made to your personal funds?
ChiefIronsRPD: Tomato, toe-mato. Unless they're suddenly willing to intervene, this kind of face-saving stuff is going to be half your job from now on - meaning Redfield and Frost get their day in the spotlight.
awesker: Fine. But this matter is not done.
ChiefIronsRPD: Hardly expected as much with you.