(PrP) Mark of the Beasts

[Tristan Hardt]

Time to go. Any longer here and there's going to be questions. Ones he'd rather not try to answer. With his face clean, he steps backwards out of the room, minding where he steps. Time to share what he knows with Viola. He'd left her outside with the gawkers. Hopefully she hadn't gone too far. Then again, she seems the 'independent' type. Which is as good as saying she might have ditched him at the scene. If she has gone... he can always catch her up later.

Game face. Those other officers are on their way. Tristan all but holds his breath and hopes this goes smoothly.

[Yumyumcrow]

Tristan Hardt extricates himself slowly from the scene. He confers with the Forensics team. He confers with his two colleagues who arrived at the scene first (and at the very least goes through the motions of comparing notes). His luck holds and no one follows up on how or why he came to be there in the first place; and he comes away knowing some of his fellow officers and that the entire Forensics team like a very specific coffee from a downtown establishment...

He also successfully ties up the authorities so Viola-wolf can slip away unnoticed.

I'll set up a follow on scene shortly. This has been going on a while, so I thought it was timely to wrap it up.