Valuvahn 'Slick'

The Hotshot

Species	Lyestra
Role	Wheelman, Detective
Identifying Traits	Custom ex-patrol cruiser

A frequent guest to Megastructure B7 even before his discharge, Slick spends enough time in the 41st to 49th floors that many consider the Lyestran ex-cop to be a resident himself.

The Rumour Mill

Shared over a pair of drinks, the local cop Maro and her ex-mercenary contact Fox, discuss the rumours, hearsay and intel caught amongst the conversations and peoples of Megastructure B7 from the comforts of their favourite restaurant and meeting place, The Mystery Deli.

"That detective is going to end up on the wrong side of a corpo at this rate," Maro begins before she has even found her seat, taking a sip of the readily provided whisky as she greets the often relaxed Fox opposite. An audible click of glass as their drinks briefly meet.

It didn't take long for Fox to realise the subject of their conversation, a low chuckle escaping him. "Wouldn't surprise me at all - if he's still got a badge under his belt-line, I bet your superiors are enjoying having him on his own 'slighted ex-cop' ruse. What's an undercover for if not a disposable scalpel."

"If he is one of ours, I haven't heard word of it; and no matter how much the 'cops for cops' line may hold - shooting a suspect right in front of your partner isn't something that lets you keep your badge. We're bleeding staff as it is, you think the Captain is keeping that PR disaster on the books?" Maro counters as she laments the ever strained MCPD funding.

"Ah, yes, 'Local Cop Kills Wealthy Mogul Suspected of Drug Trafficking'. Wait, that story never aired. Funny how everyone keeps repeating that line, but no one's substantiated it."

"No one's substantiated the idea that he's an undercover, either."

"If they did, he'd not have the breath left in him to talk Jackdaw's ear off."

"So either he's good at his job as an undercover, bad at his job as a process-following detective..."

Fox grins toothily. "Or he's neither, and just surrounded by heinous rumours... Or he's both, and the Ivacerr family dodged a bullet thinking their blood-thirsty detective would make a good associate."

Maro rolls her eyes, flicking a nail against her glass in derision. "You think Samil Ivacerr would allow some street-racing gambler into their fold? I've a dozen and a half reports that say someone matching him have almost caught him in both. To say nothing of him twisting the ear of a drug dealer."

"He's your friend too - if you're so concerned, why don't you pull him in yourself for questioning?"

"What he does in his own time is his business." Maro dismisses.

"Ah, yes. Of course. Cops for Cops." Fox challenges in finality with a wide grin - tipping back his bottle of beer to down its remainder in delight.