Sometimes New York cops, like cops in any other area, went bad. Sometimes they went really, really bad. IA was nobody's friend, IA was never anyone's friend, but they did what they had to do.
In this case, though, IA dragged in even more special investigators. The problem was one specific precinct, and it went from beat cops to the precinct chief. That meant that they had to have people get insinuated in from all walks of life, and it just. Got. Bigger. The latest group of people to be dragged into the investigation were slouched at a table in the big conference room waiting for Detective Lt. Brea to join them.
One was Katzu, with enough metal in his face that it almost sparkled. He was a coffee-with-cream colour that marked him as one of the rare half-breeds that showed up in the city now and then. The other was a short, heavily scarred Olia missing an eye. The way they sat, the way they dressed, implied that the Olia was in charge, the Katzu most probably his enforcer. The fact they were there implied that they weren't the not-so-petty gangsters that they looked like.
In this case, though, IA dragged in even more special investigators. The problem was one specific precinct, and it went from beat cops to the precinct chief. That meant that they had to have people get insinuated in from all walks of life, and it just. Got. Bigger. The latest group of people to be dragged into the investigation were slouched at a table in the big conference room waiting for Detective Lt. Brea to join them.
One was Katzu, with enough metal in his face that it almost sparkled. He was a coffee-with-cream colour that marked him as one of the rare half-breeds that showed up in the city now and then. The other was a short, heavily scarred Olia missing an eye. The way they sat, the way they dressed, implied that the Olia was in charge, the Katzu most probably his enforcer. The fact they were there implied that they weren't the not-so-petty gangsters that they looked like.