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[Hope she's open for company, because there's suddenly a purple turtle dropping down beside her while she's out and about, maybe off to investigate the crime scene?]

So, got any leads?

[It's not lost on Shaw that her career, since leaving med school, has been on a steady trajectory of diminishing stakes (the whole AI war aside). She'd started out preventing world-altering arms deals and terrorist attacks. After that job had imploded, she'd worked to prevent one-on-one crime between individuals - and while she'd come around to seeing the value in that sort of micro-level work, there's no denying that it had objectively been on a much smaller scale.

And now here she is, looking into the cases of a guy who had been stabbed but had lived, and another guy who'd been beaten up a little. She guesses there's probably value to be found in this, too, if you learn to look at it the right way. Unfortunately, she hasn't yet.

But she is really, really bored.]

You mean about the guy who got his ass kicked?

[She asks, slowing a little as she walks in the direction of town.]

Nada. If this is what passes for violent crime here, I say we're doing pretty good, but it's probably still worth figuring out who's being a punk.

Oh, absolutely, but that someone's even pulling this kind of crap at all then that means someone's got waaay too much time on their hands and there's only so many people here. Although admittedly there are a lot of capable people, but I don't think we want to wait and see if whoever this is screws up by going after the wrong person.

[Donnie folds his arms as he walks alongside her, absently scratching at the faint scar just below his shoulder.]

Someone else said they'd been attacked right when they arrived, really insistent that it had been here and not before he got here, but I wasn't sure how solid his judgment was if he was suffering from blood loss at the time. And saying something over the network without any real evidence hadn't seemed like a great idea then...

Wait.

[Now she stops dead, turning to face Donnie.]

Macher? Yeah, I talked to him and his friend. Stabbed, right?

[The turtle nods.]

Yeah, Stu. Ran into him at the hospital some time after he'd gotten stitched up. Guy couldn't sit still though, so he ended up pulling some of them out.

Teenagers.

[ She mutters, with the vague, unspoken assumption that Donnie isn't included in the gripe. ]

Stabbing to pummeling's kind of a downgrade. I'm thinking we could be looking at two different assholes.

[It's fine, Donnie doesn't classify himself with other teenagers.]

Yeah? So we potentially could have two problems? Greeeeat.

I'm not great at this kind of investigation even for the big stuff, but, uh-- if we don't have anything else to go on, I'm thinking we should look at the targets. Can you think of any ties between Macher and Tozier?

Not particularly. I've only talked to Richie like, once.

Have you scoped out the scene of the crime? Leo and I traced the comm signal that was used to contact Richie- someone had to have the Communications data point because they'd switched the ID temporarily to say "Unknown."

[Shaw's brows knit in skepticism.]

You think there's gonna be much evidence left behind after a punching?

....okay, good point. But there might be other stuff, right?

[Donnie makes a face shortly after, clearly not all too sure how much evidence they'd be able to find.]

[Shaw goes briefly quiet, studying his face for a few moments before venturing:]

I guess it doesn't hurt to check?

Isn't that what they do on police shows? Investigate the scene of the crime? I don't know how professional these people are- if we're talking about different party involvement, but it's at least clear that they've done this before.

Can we meet? Somewhere, you choose- if you need verification that it's really me just say so.

Do I need to give you the location in code?

...not necessarily. This -should- be a secure exchange.

[He's just second-guessing himself. Already he's having second thoughts about this.]

But wherever you are, granted it isn't outside of the city, I can be there pretty quick.

The alley behind that bar.

Got it. Be right there.

[At least no one can get the jump on a flying turtle!]

[Shaw heads right out, only taking a few moments to decide whether or not to bring an energy blaster. She carries far less often here than she does at home, mostly because none of the ships' weapons are a good substitute for her compact handgun - and ultimately, today, she lands on the side of being inconspicuous. That, and not freaking Donnie out by showing up with a big gun.

She'll arrive out back behind The Deep End in a timely manner, alert for danger and on the lookout for her turtle bro.]

[True to his word, Donnie doesn't waste any time in heading over. Yes, yes, buddy system and all, but the boy's developed some major trust issues in such a short time. It says something that he still feels Shaw to be among those he believes he can still count on to be real with him.

He comes around the far end of the building, having flown directly from the place he and Leo have been living in. The rotors of his battle shell fold back in once he's closer to the ground, but he looks over his shoulder as he walks alongside the wall to where Shaw is. His overall demeanor seems a lot more uncertain than when he'd come tracking her down the last time they'd spoken.]

The hell's wrong with you?

[Is how she greets him - not angrily or in any kind of accusatory way, but he sure looks like he's having A Time^TM.]

You didn't get attacked, did you?

[It's only because it's Shaw that he doesn't take offense to that, but the questions do make him visibly deflate, his shoulders sagging in a sigh as he closes the space between them. His fingers scratch anxiously at his arm as he looks at the ground.]

No. But it was my tablet that was used towards the last one.

-- Crap.

[She frowns, leaning one of her shoulders against the wall as she studies him.]

When was it stolen?

[Donnie steps back to lean against the wall himself, folding his arms tightly against himself.]

The week before. Most likely when those two came by my place.

[There's a lot of...something packed into those two words, nothing of it pleasant.]

Okay, number one, you lost your tablet for a week and didn't tell anybody? Don't do that.

[It might have counted as a mini-lecture, if she didn't immediately move on; what Donnie did isn't actually the biggest issue here.]

Which two?

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