KIM KITSURAGI

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"Harry... it explains *everything*. The running around. The jumping. The *bicep girth*. Your inexplicable facial hair... The fact that you don't seem to *know* what homo-sexuality is... And how you're able to perform a 360-degree spin-kick too!"

"No, no. That would be silly. I just..." He hesitates. "I don't know why I kept them. It doesn't matter. I couldn't put them on this MC anyway. A cop with spinners -- that would be outrageous." ("Yes. Outrageously cool.") He flashes a smile, barely visible in the dark.

It is quite a scene - the two of you standing next to the broken wall of an abandoned building... nodding. Nodding along. (Two officers of the law against the world. Nodding in unison. It is your source of power. The bond of camaraderie between you... is palpable...)

"Two?" He raises both eyebrows. "That's a lot. I didn't mean to say you're making mistakes, by the way. That was presumptuous of me."

("I was thinking it might be fun to see a bear fight.") "They're quite the spectacle, as I understand. I've heard they make the people in the front rows wear plastic sheets..." "On account of the blood, you see."

"An amateur-entroponetic police officer... I'd like to say I've heard stranger things, but I'm not sure. This is a hell of a guess, however. Well worded I might add..."

"What's going on here?" The lieutenant looks at you and the speedfreaks grinding around in the church, a group of unhinged lunatics. "Delinquents," he grumbles.

"You do *not* need to know that." The lieutenant taps on his notebook. "What you need is to ask normal police questions -- like..." He waits for you to finish the sentence. (Get a grip, he thinks. At least do your *personal* stuff when I'm not here.)

From the corner of his eye, the lieutenant gives your feet a worried glance. Rain drips from his glasses.

The wind is aggressive up here. The lieutenant looks at the enormous crane towering in the distance, over the container yard. (The look in his eyes is a mix of the engineer-like interest and the wonder of a six year old seeing a horse for the first time.)

("How does this compare to your DynaWave, Kim?") "It doesn't, frankly. Don't get me wrong, this appears to be a *fine* transceiver for a general audience, but it's not something a serious radio-head would use." He shrugs.

"It's an urban myth," the lieutenant says quietly. "About an officer who is so far undercover he can't remember who he is. As I said -- just an urban myth. *You're* not the Son of Lung." (He's trying to protect you from further rough handling dished out by this sun-glassed man.)

"I don't need a patrol cap." ("An *orange* patrol cap -- you need it.") He thinks for a second. "Okay, maybe I do."

"I understand. People are usually afraid to do things if others aren't already doing them. Dancing makes you dance like sneezing makes you sneeze. Or yawning makes you..." "Anyway..." He looks around, a little embarrassed of the enthusiasm of his interjection.

"I've noticed the same." The lieutenant says to you quickly, then turns to Titus: "Yes. He meant a professional dancer. Women are always dancing, right?"

"This is not going quite as I hoped it would, detective." The lieutenant's voice is hushed.

("You and me, we're on the same wavelength. It's why we're always finishing each other's... sandwiches.") "That happened exactly once, and only under extreme duress."

"It's cold now..."

("Stop being so sarcastic, Kim.") "Oh, I'm not being sarcastic *at all*. We are making *real* progress here."

The High arrives with a sharp slap. As you turn around there is a moment of doubt -- feels like that Low ain't gonna *connect*... (Chill. It's *gonna* connect.) But then it does -- and with furious precision! The lieutenant is not one to leave an Ace's Low *hanging*.