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This is Hank Anderson, and I recently got my promotion so it's now Det. Hank Anderson. Which is why I wanted to make this announcement.

[Hank still wants to research into the missing people and initiate his vague plan to devalue the iterations. Right now the public see them as a protective force for good. Hank wants the people to see other fucking people as their reliable protective force. That in the many variations of temperaments and personalities and creative resolutions to conflict, they can find their safety.]

I have a case that could use some assistance from some specialized outsiders. If you could come to me and lay out your experience and training, I would like to offer you temporary deputy work in helping solve this case.

Necessary qualifications include:
-Combat against armed opponents
-Negotiation and Interrogation
-Ability to secure an area until CSI arrives (cursory crime scene analysis a bonus)

Due to Dualis's policy on providing payment through credit, if you would want rewards we would have to attach a name to your activities. However if you'd want to work off-record [which is as close to anonymously as he can get] we could come to some sort of arrangement such as donated payment.

I'll be at the cat cafe to conduct interviews 4:00 to 6:00 in the afternoon for the next week. You can show up when it's convenient to talk. Sounds like a fucking weird place for it, yes, it'll make more sense when you're there.

I've also arranged for donated goods to be offered when people come in and might find themselves in a state of disrepair or any nicer version of saying fucked the hell up. New clothes, medical things like crutches for people with chronic conditions, sanitary supplies like soap and toothbrushes, things of that nature. So if you want to donate something to the people coming in there's a donation box in the dormitory's lower entryway and they'll be taken to the temple.

[Action]

Like he promises, Hank's waiting around at the cat cafe whenever someone shows up. Usually reading a book, sometimes bored, sometimes deeply into it. Right by his side though? A mammoth green cat, purring and resting her head against his arm. She's twitching her tail to and fro.

Hank is pretty sure he'll be able to tell if someone is bullshitting their credentials and whether they'll do intentional harm with their new role. It's hard to do background checks when different universes are involved, but he thinks he's figured out a way to beat the system without having to use any of the department's lie detectors.

Note: Plotting post here.

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[good. they’re on the same page, at least. and hank seems to understand that unusual circumstances call for unusual methods, so that’s promising.]

Contractor, huh. [he nods.] Yeah, I can get behind that.

[jason listens intently as hank explains more about the situation, but that bit about people not coming back makes him sit up a little straighter, brow furrowed.]

Hold up - you’re sayin’ people are staying dead? ‘Cause that’s bad news for me.

[yes, good, joke about your tendency to get killed. excellent play, jaybird.]

Yeah. So dyin' isn't the best fuckin' hobby right now.

[He points very lightly at him, feigning a scolding.]

So don't get killed. No amount of clean fuckin' shirts'll fix that mess.

Hey, man, it’s not like dying was my idea of a good time - either time. [he throws up his hands in mock defense.] And I’ve got people here who were pretty upset about me dyin’ last time. I wouldn’t wanna put them through that again.

[notably, cissie. jason wouldn’t forgive himself even from beyond the grave for hurting her like that again.]

So what kinda operation are we talkin’ about here? Wacky serial murders? You got any leads?

Drug dealers. But all we know is their boss is a woman, we figured that out from notes around the bodies, the materials taken from one of their residences. But we don't know her name and we don't know her location or anything.

This is pretty new though. She's gotta be spreading out. There are two crime families to the north and south- mostly white collar shit. Protection money. Smuggling.

[Honestly, it makes him wonder if any of the mobsters could be protecting humans from doubles. It's now a point of interest.]

They'll probably have people that can tell you what they know. My bet is the people working for the dealer are too fuckin' afraid to talk.

Drug dealers.

[storm clouds overtake jason's expression as he repeats those words. most of the rest of what hank says slips right through jason's ears, because drug dealers is one of his big trigger buttons, and all he can think for a moment is how incredibly fucked up it is that they're stuck here in this city with machines that want to kill them all, and there are still people here who want to hurt and take advantage of others in this specific way.]

Well, lucky for you, I can be pretty damn scary when I put my mind to it. And I'm bettin' I can be scarier than this dealer, so ... I'll get 'em to talk.

I think if you can convince them that you can keep them from getting mutilated or something, that'd help, too.

[They're still trying to dig through details.]

I'm sure there are some average civilians in the area that are sick and fucking tired of her, too.

[or something, sure. has anyone tested whether people get resurrected if their head's been removed and stuffed in a duffel bag? 'cause jason's pretty good at that.]

I'm sure you're right. [he sighs and rakes a hand through his hair.] OK, what else do I need to know to get started? You gonna nannycam me? Do I have checkpoints?