These cops are getting on my nerves. Norum kicks the kickstand down and obediently stands up at a full height of less than 5'1", hesitantly sticking out his hand, unsure of whether he was to administrate it or if he should prepare to have his personal space violated. Upon having the swab handed to him, he swabs his mouth and hands it back to the policeman.
"One moment please," the cop says.
He returns to his cruiser and is there for about half a minute. He comes out looking puzzled.
"Dry. Hmm," he says.
The cop lifts a finger to his ear and presses, and talks quietly.
"Dispatch, 615, guy I pulled over is clean. Wonder if it was a bullstuff call..." he says, looking at the ground.
He looks up to Norum.
"Free to go, be safe,"
Oh christ. Ryde thinks as the officer speaks to Norum. He shifts in his seat a bit as they keep conversing. Whilst he does that, he looks around at their surroundings, attempting to look as if he's just absentmindedly looking about, when really hes seeing if the enemy gang is watching them.
Nothing.
Daniel nodded, "Yes, that's me."
"Right. One moment,"
The receptionist picks up a phone, makes a call short speaking Chinese, and puts the phone down. A minute later, you are being escorted upstairs by a silent woman in a suit. The office doesn't look too busy, not like Gauntlet's office. You are lead to a lavish corner office conference room. The table is made of some exotic wood and adorned with bonsai trees. Also in the room is an expensive-looking and clean hookah.
Sitting at the center of the table alone is a man in a pinstripe suit, he is white with blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Mister Villacrés delegate? Welcome, my name is Mister Stone," the man says with an telltale Salus dialect.
The man looks at you intently, before looking around you at the door curiously.
"To my understanding there were going to be three of you, Mister-?"
