Patrollogs
(Solomon's bargaining)
[Mon Jan 8 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Solomon nods to representative of Interpol. "The police have so many things that need solving," he tells the man. "Let us help you. We have so many secrets -- and you can help us in turn."
"I promise you," Solomon tells the man. "We will help you out."
Solomon smiles to representative of Interpol.
"Dr. Wilson," Solomon tells Sarah. "It's always a pleasure to see you," he tells her as he chats amiably with representative of Interpol.
Sarah walks with a distracted sway, eyes on some papers in her hand. She grimaces as she looks between Solomon and representative of Interpol. "Lovely. It's like walking into a meeting between friends..." Sarah trails off as if trying to decide her angle here, she nears the desk, then looking representative of Interpol over with a furrowed brow before putting down a single note. "...Phone number. FBI. Call it." Sarah simply states, then facing Solomon as the representative of Interpol presumably calls the number given. "I wonder, on whos behalf are you here, Mr. Inigo?"
"There are bodiless powers in the world," Solomon shares with Sarah. "I represent some of them. Lawyerly, after all," he says with some humor. "If you were to ask the Church, they would say we are all Damned for doing it."
Solomons Bargaining
(Solomon's bargaining)
[Mon Jan 8 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Solomon nods to representative of Interpol. "The police have so many things that need solving," he tells the man. "Let us help you. We have so many secrets -- and you can help us in turn."
"I promise you," Solomon tells the man. "We will help you out."
Solomon smiles to representative of Interpol.
"Dr. Wilson," Solomon tells Sarah. "It's always a pleasure to see you," he tells her as he chats amiably with representative of Interpol.
Sarah walks with a distracted sway, eyes on some papers in her hand. She grimaces as she looks between Solomon and representative of Interpol. "Lovely. It's like walking into a meeting between friends..." Sarah trails off as if trying to decide her angle here, she nears the desk, then looking representative of Interpol over with a furrowed brow before putting down a single note. "...Phone number. FBI. Call it." Sarah simply states, then facing Solomon as the representative of Interpol presumably calls the number given. "I wonder, on whos behalf are you here, Mr. Inigo?"
"There are bodiless powers in the world," Solomon shares with Sarah. "I represent some of them. Lawyerly, after all," he says with some humor. "If you were to ask the Church, they would say we are all Damned for doing it."