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"Aaaaaaaaand there they are. I'm impressed. I've had pizzas take longer."

Already the apartment was looking vastly different than it had over the comm. The second room had been scoured clean of anything even remotely illegal in the intervening hour, and Weaz had even combed his hair. He was going for the 'businessman done wrong' look. This was marred by his incredibly filthy t-shirt with the words "FOR THE HORDE!" on the front.

"We copacetic, compadre?" he asked Trowa.

"Yeah, no problem."

The young man had done worse in the name of the battlefield, and in any case, hiding massive amounts of assault weaponry was by far one of the easier things he'd had to do--then again, in comparison to getting a Gundam past borders disguised as truck cargo, anything would seem that way.

And discounts were always a plus.

He glanced at the door, listening to the woman outside.

"Better do what she says."

Outside Seras was getting impatient. She wanted to bust this guy, and make a good impression. Show them she could be a good a cop. Maybe they were getting ready to ambush her? Damn it! All she had was the department issue sidearm, and no back up. "Open up now or I will kick this door in!"

She didn't know if she could legally, but maybe it would make them comply. Stupid American laws.

"Where's your warrant?" he asked through the still-closed door, tipping Trowa a wink. "You better have a warrant when you kick down the door, sugarlips, or I'll pip-pip cheerio your ass back to traffic control."

But he opened the door anyway, standing firmly in the wedge of open door to prevent her coming in. Of course, his eyes traveled up and down her body slowly. Well, now. If he was gonna be arrested, at least it was by a hot blonde. Maybe she'd cuff him.

"C'mon, let's see the paper, toots. I can't believe you got signatures on it that fast. If Cheney's gonna play by the book, then he'd better be sending his officers around properly stacked. I mean armed with the letter of the boobs. I mean law."

The freudian slip made him roll his eyes as he followed to the door; he wanted to be near enough in case something happened but wasn't really in the mood to listen to the verbal mistakes of someone with the apparent mindset of a teenager--a thought which he amended to normal teenager, after remembering that he was probably only 17 or so himself.

Still, Weasel had a point. Best to play people at their own game.

He chose a spot a few feet away on the hinge-side, staying out of the woman's line of sight for the time being, and leaned against the wall.

Patience.

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Seras was squeezing her fists together by the time Weasel finished speaking. She was angry enough that she was grinding her teeth, and her fangs were starting to show. Trying to keep calm she forced herself to focus on the task in front of her. It wasn't working very well. "My name is Officer Victoria! If you're a licensed dealer than your books, and stock should be open to inspection."

"If you let me in we can get this finished quickly. Otherwise I'll have to make sure that you do not leave the premise as I get a warrant, and have the rest of the force rip this place apart. Not to mention that we might classify this as a possible terrorist investigation considering the recent news." What was it with people in this country, and coppers? It was like they all enjoyed making their jobs as difficult as possible.

Welcome to America. Everybody's secretly a Libertarian at heart.

"Ooooh, no, that's not what Cheney said. His didn't say this was an inspection. He said I was under arrest. For an arrest you need a warrant. Without one, I'll be back on the street faster than you can say 'Miranda Rights.' So you be a good little girl and tootle on back to Cheney to get that warrant, 'kay?"

Then something in his brain went click. Pointy teeth. Last name Victoria. Vampires. Crazy mofo on the comms asking for silver bullets.

"...Your first name isn't Seras perhaps, is it?"

Out of sight, he was waving Trowa further away from the door, because he was about to open it fully.

"Because if you're Seras Victora, officer, I've got some...interesting news for you."

And the door opened all the way, allowing her admittance even without the warrant.

Oh? Interesting news? And something big enough to change Weasel's mind about letting the woman in, at that. This, he had to see.

Slowly coming to the realization that his supplier was much more clever than he'd ever given credit for--and simultaneously marking him down mentally as someone to be more closely watched--Trowa obediently slid further away, turning to watch and see just who would come waltzing in through the door.

No reason not to find out what was going on for himself as well.

And Weasel couldn't say no to him wanting to, really.

After all, Trowa knew where the weapons were.

Seras' relaxed when he opened the door. Finally some cooperation. Still she didn't like the sound of this news. Must be something important for the man to have changed his mind like that. Stepping through the door she immediately looked around seeing if she could see anything. Looked clean so far. She'd have to use her third eye to double check.

"Thank you for letting me in. My name is Seras, now what is this important news you have? I'd like to hear it before I look over all your stock."

In answer, he slowly pulled out his comm from his desk, making it all too plain that he was going for that and not a gun or something. This cop was a rank rookie, he could smell it, even if she was a damn vampire.

God damn it, Wade would have a skeeve-out attack by this one. Wade hated vampires, and that hate sorta slid over to Weaz. Steak to the heart, bye bye Chocula Cullen.

He played back the conversation between himself and Jan Valentine.

"Looks like you've got somebody gunning for you, Officer Victoria."

Another glance at Trowa, with a fast flick of the eyes to the back room they'd been working in. Give it one last sweep, be a dear?

He caught the glance, and frowned. That wouldn't make it half as easy to discover the new intent behind the little game being played out here.

...Or would it?

A single nod of acknowledgment and he headed for the back, silent as a ghost in passing.

After making sure that he was not visible from where the newbie and her target were standing, Trowa focused himself and let his body spend a few seconds rippling itself up and out to become the big, hulking war-lion; in that shape, he could hear and smell the other two with far greater accuracy than before while still maintaining the use of his hands for picking up and stashing anything left behind.

Flicking his ears back, centralizing the sound, he bent to pick up a loose round of ammo between his claws and raised it to his face, examining it closely.

Nothing incriminating, but best not to give her any reason to look any harder than a quick glance-over.

Great Jan Valentine just perfect! Seras rolled her eyes, as she listened to the conversation. This also meant she was very distracted, and didn't notice Trowa slip off. "This idiot is a mass murderer. He killed my organization back in Britain."

For a moment her eyes turn red as she remembers what he did to the Hellsing soldiers. She was going to make him pay for that all over again, and every time he popped back up until he learned to stay dead. "Wait did you actually agree to sell this man arms? Without a background check of any kind? That's illegal Mr.Hammer."

Seras felt bad though. The man was cooperating in order to warn her. "I'm going to have to take this as evidence you know, but I can put in a good word for you because you did it to warn me. Anything else you'd like to show me before we begin the inspection?"

"What, are you kidding me? I didn't sell squat to him. Never seen the guy before in my life. I was drawing him out to hand over to the cops, honey. Or my boss. Iron Man? You've heard of him, right?"

He tapped his comm with one knuckle, making sure her attention was well drawn to the device and not the back room where Trowa was doing his thing.

"This is what you guys usually call entrapment. Or incriminating evidence. He's the one threatening violence, I'm just giving him enough rope to hang himself. C'mon, you might as well have put a wire on me and made me your snoop."

He sighed like a martyr.

"But if you insist, I'll take the slap on the wrist there, too. I mean, I'm just trying to do a good business and keep people safe. Why does everybody always pick on me, huh?"

The dramatic act caught his attention; that guy was really pretty good at coming up with new tactics on the fly. Deserving of the nickname, at least. And he certainly seemed to know how to run the girl in exactly the circle he wanted her to.

If only OZ troops had been that easy.

Generally a good thing the HIVE didn't seem too high on his list of his supplier's likes, then.

Trowa continued to prowl around, checking everything that looked as though it could be used as a container of any kind--even going so far as to gently tilt empty soda cans that might have had scraps of some sort in them and listening for tell-tale rattles--careful to mind where the shape's tail went as he turned this way and that lest he accidentally whip open the guy's computer screen.

Looked like they were in the clear.

Slipping back down to the human body, he carefully tucked the small bullet deep into the bunched cuff of one turtleneck sleeve, and was in the process of moving toward the door when he noticed something on the ceiling overhead. Pausing, Trowa tilted his head back, using one hand to brush his bangs partway out of his eyes, then squinted and stared for all of three seconds before shaking his head and continuing on his way.

...He had no idea who 'Miss December' was, but he didn't have any intention of getting to know her any better than that, either.

Trowa strolled back out into the main room, not bothering to make a hand-motion or nod or any of that; his reappearance should have been all the signal Weasel needed.

It's good.

Well now he was just making her feel guilty. Guilty enough she even overlooked him calling her honey. "If that is true Mr.Hammer can I please have a copy of this conversation? Would you also be willing to help us further in capturing him? He still has to pick up his guns doesn't he?"

She might have been overstepping her bounds a bit, but she was sure the Captain would forgive her if it meant catching Jan.

"If you cooperate with that, and let me do this inspection I'm sure it can all be worked out."

A tight grin, aimed at both Trowa and Seras, slithered its way onto Weasel's face. Oh, thank you Vishnu. Game, set, match. Rookie cops were always the easiest to handle and manipulate. They didn't know the book as well as the older cops, but were always trying so hard to be seen as "Doin' It Right."

Cheney might as well have sent a virgin nun to catch him. Victoria didn't stand a chance.

Well...except the whole 'vampire' thing. Hopefully she wasn't one of those stupid vampires who could, like, smell your fear and read your mind and sparkled in meadows in upstate Washington god damn it why did he ever read those fuckin' books?

"Officer, that was a public post on a public network. I'd be more than happy to submit it as evidence in a sting operation, as soon as you need it. In the meantime, let's do the inspection. I've got all my product in my workshop, and all the necessary paperwork, including duplicates for you to take back to your bosses. And if you still need to arrest me, well, I understand you're just doing your job."

Fuckin' rookie cops.

There was one benefit to having only started reading fiction books a few months previously, and it was that he hadn't had time to fill his brain with anything tormenting just yet; in any case, given the fact that vampires obviously existed in the City, Trowa would probably have just wondered what exactly made them qualified for the 'fiction' section and moved on to the space battle books once again.

Behind Seras' back, he tilted his head and glanced toward the main apartment door, then back to Weasel--should he leave them be for now, or stick around in case it became necessary to play the honest customer?

Seras returned the smile, and felt quite proud of herself. Things had finally started to go smoothly. She pulled her notebook out, and noted down all the information she learned so far. "That would be very helpful, thank you. Let's get started then. Can I have that paperwork?"

Ah, the life of a technopath. It was almost hilarious in a way; nobody, not one single person ever, had ever made the connection that he was using his powers to fake his way into everything. Everything was done on computers. Banking. Industry. Files. Licenses. Paperless offices were the biggest boon to the hacker since the T1 line. And it wasn't as if he were hiding his abilities; they were loudly and blatantly trumpeted all across the comm practically twice a month.

Not to mention the fact that Seras didn't even ask who Trowa was! Oh, hi, let's show up and do an inspection on a known arms dealer and not even bother to ask who the other shadowy dude with the ridiculous hair who kept ducking in and out was. He almost wanted to Ell Oh Ell. Idiot. If this was indicative of how the cops operated in this town, no wonder they kept getting their asses handed to 'em. See, now, if he were in charge, he'd have frog-marched Seras back to the station after the first two minutes, busted her down to meter maid, and had this place gutted like a fresh trout in two point three seconds.

"Here's all my licenses, and the licenses of all my customers in the last year. I've been operating in the City since April 30th of 2009, and I'm also a software engineer and developer for StarkTech. Here you go, you should find everything in order here, with everything matching up nicely on the state's side too."

And he handed her a thick sheaf of paper, all legit and legal. It even had the proper state seals on everything, and was printed on the proper paper. (He knew having some delivered to his home last year had been a good investment.)

...Surely no officer worth her salt would take this kind of thing at its face value? Especially given Deadpool and Weasel's history?

Despite his deal with the hacker, Trowa almost wanted to see Seras pull a 180-degree personality flip. Maybe she was hiding something--some master trump card just waiting to be dealt at exactly the right moment, graceless but vicious. The sort of corner-the-prey game that had led to Heero's attempt to self-detonate at home in order to destroy any chance of their opponent getting their hands on what they wanted.

Somehow, he didn't think this guy would go quite that far.

...Eh, no need to run just yet. He was getting overwhelmed with curiosity, anyway.

Of course, that kind of thing was responsible for killing the cat--or so they said--but if that was the case, then the other bit of common wisdom regarding felines granted him a few more lives yet.

Of course she wouldn't. If anybody had bothered to inform her of their history that is. The fact she still lacked a full understanding of American law didn't help any either. Even if she had all that, there was still the matter of evidence.

She took the stack of papers, and leafed through it. Nowhere near the amount of paperwork required for firearms back in Britain, but it was a lot more than she expected. The way some people told it one could buy a weapon at the corner store. Of course Weasel was selling them out of his flat so she supposed there was some truth to it.

It looked like the paperwork was in order. Perfectly so actually. She was surprised someone who looked like Weasel could be this organized about paperwork. No to compare it to the actual stock. "This looks to be in order Mr.Hammer. I hope your stock will be in the same state."

As she turned to look for the weapons themselves she noticed Trowa. How could she have missed him? Maybe he was in another room when she came in?

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't realize anyone else was living here. The directories only listed on resident."

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i can use tense, really

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/wakes up finally

np just got up myself

and i just got home from work GOOD TIMES

forgive the shortness but i have little time and wanted you guys to be able to keep going >_<

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