"Yeah, we've been looking into him. Problem is no matter who hated 'em? They had to go through you. And no one up top is giving me the full story on you. But as someone that gets 'loaned out' and is supposed to be used for 'military operations' I think I'm working some things out."
Some sick things. But he's getting an idea. Maybe the voice'll be the one thing they can use. He taps the desk with his knuckles, gets up, and says, "Wait here. You need a bathroom break, knock on the door. This might take me a little bit."
Hank exits then, goes outside to find Ben in the next room, and takes his notes to compare the two sets. Behavioral and his own list of questions.
"That as freaky for you as it was for me?"
"Hmm." Ben grunts and shrugs. "Remember the time we caught the last mayor and the molerat-"
"Alright, yeah, alright. This is normal compared to that. But, y'know. Still freaky. Who do I talk to if I wanna become a dogwalker?"
"Dogwalker?"
"Yeah, this guy. Keeps describin' himself like an attack dog. I need to take him with me until he hears a voice he recognizes among the suspects. Who do I talk to about that?"
"Can't bring everyone in for a line-up?"
"I don't want these people to know they're suspects. Better to just lead him around, let him sniff. See what he digs up."
"Now you're the one getting creepy with the dog stuff." Ben thumps Hank's arm on the way out, catching words as he leaves.
"It's a good line! I'm a cop. That's the only perk to this work. Terrible lines. Hey. You didn't answer my question!"
Though within the hour, he'd figured it out. Finally got through to the mayor himself. It's only then that Hank returns, putting a metal nuka-cola lunch pail with a thermos of soup, a baked potato and some cooked meat in it. After all, Abner had been in there a hell of a long time.
"Here. Eat this. Go home. Sleep it off. Meet me here at noon. Got it?"
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Some sick things. But he's getting an idea. Maybe the voice'll be the one thing they can use. He taps the desk with his knuckles, gets up, and says, "Wait here. You need a bathroom break, knock on the door. This might take me a little bit."
Hank exits then, goes outside to find Ben in the next room, and takes his notes to compare the two sets. Behavioral and his own list of questions.
"That as freaky for you as it was for me?"
"Hmm." Ben grunts and shrugs. "Remember the time we caught the last mayor and the molerat-"
"Alright, yeah, alright. This is normal compared to that. But, y'know. Still freaky. Who do I talk to if I wanna become a dogwalker?"
"Dogwalker?"
"Yeah, this guy. Keeps describin' himself like an attack dog. I need to take him with me until he hears a voice he recognizes among the suspects. Who do I talk to about that?"
"Can't bring everyone in for a line-up?"
"I don't want these people to know they're suspects. Better to just lead him around, let him sniff. See what he digs up."
"Now you're the one getting creepy with the dog stuff." Ben thumps Hank's arm on the way out, catching words as he leaves.
"It's a good line! I'm a cop. That's the only perk to this work. Terrible lines. Hey.
You didn't answer my question!"
Though within the hour, he'd figured it out. Finally got through to the mayor himself. It's only then that Hank returns, putting a metal nuka-cola lunch pail with a thermos of soup, a baked potato and some cooked meat in it. After all, Abner had been in there a hell of a long time.
"Here. Eat this. Go home. Sleep it off. Meet me here at noon. Got it?"