Departmental Meeting: Security

[goddamnwingman]

The Precinct had a lot of meeting rooms. Dick had signs up pointing to the largest one, since there was never any telling how many people would end up at the meeting. There were chairs scattered around in a vaguely circular arrangement, though they could be moved around as people liked.

Dick himself stood at the front, omnicomm in hand and trying to keep track of what was going on. He was leaning back against a table with two seats behind it. Right now, it was just waiting for people to arrive.

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[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

"Elisa," she corrected, "Or Maza. Or detective. I've not been called 'miss' for a long time and I don't want to start now."

She nodded when he explained the metaphorical monsters he'd encountered, thinking of the illegal weapons that men like Tony Dracon poured onto the streets of New York and the way that Xanatos pulled the strings while other people paid the price.

"I wouldn't say they're metaphorical monsters. They're just harder to see."

[thisclinchesit]

The detective pulls his hat off with a slightly awkward grin. There's a nod that follows. "Ah, okay - my apologies."

"Mmn..." His head moves side to side as he considers this, then he nods. The people of Museum, as well as some of Foundation X's operatives had devices of their own. "You've got a point. There is a fair bit of overlap as I recall, so there's not really a clear line."

[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

"It's fine," she said, dismissing his awkwardness with a smile. It was a reasonable mistake to make. She'd corrected it out of force of habit. The formalities in her world could be different to the formalities in his world, after all.

"Or maybe the clear line is the law and it's our job to deal with the people who cross it?"

[thisclinchesit]

There's a nod, and he points toward her a bit with his hat. "Well yes, that's almost always a clear line. Figurative or literal, monsters that cross it must be taken care of."