Angelina had to nod in agreement, the change of pace had made the mundane days seem all the more worth it lately. ”Well I’ll try to make sure you’re only needed for a stuck truck or drunken customer from now on.” It was unlikely that things would ever be as calm as they’d been the past ten years, but she sure was going to try to keep the peace…even if it looked like the lawman seemed on her and the Crew’s side. Never a smoker, Angelina had to resist the urge to head inside the battered Club for a drink, she doubted it’d help anything save maybe her nerves…which were on high alert as she continued to check her phone every few seconds. ”Thanks…I think.” She’d have said more had not one of the agents come to and slowly edged himself upwards to a standing position with help from the suv.
She never even got a chance to address the man, realizing he thought her as either a simple bystander or an accomplice, whichever she wasn’t his main concern and that irritated her. They’d shot at HER club, they’d shot at HER friend(s), she’d be damned if he ignored HER! Feeling that slow burn of annoyance growing Angelina managed to bite it back under control, as she’d turned to Seth and with as calm a voice as she could muster under the circumstances spoke. ”I know you hate paperwork, but I’m going to give you more. I figure I’ll start here and work my way up, and as you’ll be in contact with this man’s supervisors you can pass my message on.” A pause as she gave the agent, Busko, a silent glare then turned back to Seth. ”I’d like to file a complaint on this officer and request all records in regards to standards for acceptable conduct for police officers, the daily log sheet by officer, officer's firearm scores, record of the officer's assignments, records of tests the officer and his squad has been administered and the score, and the dispatched records along with comments for starters.”
When the agent started to sputter she held up a hand, ignoring him as she continued. ”And most defiantly I would like the records of the officer's disciplinary records, as there is no way something like this happened just once and if it did I sure as hell want to make sure it never happens again.” Oh she was pissed. She’d let the federal government turn her life upside down once before. From the routine searches, the random audits, to the all out integrations she’d been subject to all in the disguise of friendly questioning…she wasn’t dealing with it again. Not when things were finally getting back to normal, not when the whole crew had a chance to start fresh again…she wouldn’t allow it.
Maybe is she was lucky she’d be able to throw enough paperwork at the bunch to keep them preoccupied and off the Complex grounds completely. It’d been a good thirty minutes by now and her phone still hadn’t buzzed but she knew that Tumbler had made it home, she’d seen him haul ass like a mad man in the same direction Kip had gone. Gods Kip! The boy had been hit in a vital area; it was a heavy bleeder too. She should’ve sent someone after him, but her mind had been too preoccupied on Tori and getting them out of there before the police had shown up. Shit she’d need to grab her cooler when she headed back home, after all the lead that woman had taken she’d been able to eat a cow, but a few pints of her favorite type should help tide her over…hopefully.
Now if she could only just get home…
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Angelina Uris
An Angel In Waiting
Club Alien Owner
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Waiting on an angel.
One to carry me home.
Hope you come to see me soon,
cause I don't want to go alone,
I don't want to go alone.
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