06-25-2019, 11:02 PM
Ryker located some supplies which he gathered up and allowed Lih to accompany him as far as the outer door of Boda’s house.
Lih paused at the doorway, anticipating— or at least hoping— that Ryker might offer him some acknowledgement, perhaps even answers. The scarred man merely glanced at him, a brief, almost dismissive look, and then shoved past Lih walking on through the door without a backward glance, leaving Lih alone in the hallway.
Lih looked down at the floor, ran his tongue around the front of his upper teeth thoughtfully. He didn’t like the way Ryker had emphasized “see you” in his last sentence. The man was condescending, patronizing. And Lih didn’t like the way Ryker was suggesting Lih was anything less than a true cop in the field because he didn’t have the fighting experience.
When Ryker smiled, Lih shrank back slightly, lost for words. There was something predatory about the way the expression changed his face. Like a wolf, Lih thought.
He decided he didn’t actually like Ryker all that much. His stomach turned to water at the idea Ryker would come see him even for a moment.
All of which became academic when Lih tried to prep himself for what’s coming. Besides paperwork, after reading Lih’s statement in full, the in-house investigation would be both verbal and medical. He would have to submit to all manner of questioning and analytical procedures. Internal affairs will be thorough. There would be… hearings. The merest hint, be it verbal or psychological, that Lih was unsound… he needed to be prepared for the price to pay. The price of the mission he had failed. There was no way he could have come out of that shit storm untouched. The only nagging problem is that Boda died and now Lih’s faced the aftermath of what he’d undertook.
Lih paused at the doorway, anticipating— or at least hoping— that Ryker might offer him some acknowledgement, perhaps even answers. The scarred man merely glanced at him, a brief, almost dismissive look, and then shoved past Lih walking on through the door without a backward glance, leaving Lih alone in the hallway.
Lih looked down at the floor, ran his tongue around the front of his upper teeth thoughtfully. He didn’t like the way Ryker had emphasized “see you” in his last sentence. The man was condescending, patronizing. And Lih didn’t like the way Ryker was suggesting Lih was anything less than a true cop in the field because he didn’t have the fighting experience.
When Ryker smiled, Lih shrank back slightly, lost for words. There was something predatory about the way the expression changed his face. Like a wolf, Lih thought.
He decided he didn’t actually like Ryker all that much. His stomach turned to water at the idea Ryker would come see him even for a moment.
All of which became academic when Lih tried to prep himself for what’s coming. Besides paperwork, after reading Lih’s statement in full, the in-house investigation would be both verbal and medical. He would have to submit to all manner of questioning and analytical procedures. Internal affairs will be thorough. There would be… hearings. The merest hint, be it verbal or psychological, that Lih was unsound… he needed to be prepared for the price to pay. The price of the mission he had failed. There was no way he could have come out of that shit storm untouched. The only nagging problem is that Boda died and now Lih’s faced the aftermath of what he’d undertook.
Viktor Lih
Officer of CCDPD
Officer of CCDPD