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GCPD: Huntress, Prey
August 26th, 1999
<Loren wrote...>
The following morning, rain comes teeming out of clouds darker than
any Navy uniform. Detectives Montoya and Di Iorio head over to east
Gotham, in front of the Iceberg Lounge, where a pickup truck needs to
be...picked up.
Loren: God, Renee... Look what they did to my baby!
The truck's windshield was nowhere to found.
Loren: Awwwww, *damn*!!
...until he discovered its remnants, which littered the upholstered
leather seating inside.
After carefully swiping all the glass away, Renee and Loren hopped
into the truck.
Renee: Well, at least they didn't screw anything else up.
Loren turned the key in the ignition, and...
Truck: <...!BOOM!...>
A well-placed banana explodes.
Loren: Sweet angel of mercy!
Renee: Well...*almost* anything... :)
Somewhere close by, JC laughs his head off.
JC: I haven't had this much fun since I sent Loren a love letter from
the Huntress! Hahahahaha!! :)
After painstakingly driving the truck to the nearest auto shop (to
mount all four new tires), the two cops take a bus back to the
precinct, and head into the main office area...
Renee: Why aren't you getting the glass replaced, too?
Loren: I've got something I've gotta do later, and I really need the
truck. I'll survive without the windshield for a day.
As they walk past the front desk, to the offices...
Sarina: Umm...excuse me, but you can't go in there.
Loren: What's that?
Sarina: Didn't you hear me? You're not allowed to go back there.
Loren becomes a little more irate than he was an hour ago.
Loren: Is that so...? And just who're *you*, to tell me where I can
and can't go?
Sarina: *I'm* Officer Wade, the Administrative Supervisor for this
department.
Loren pulls out his badge.
Loren: Well, *Officer* Wade, I'm *Lieutenant* Di Iorio, just like it
says right here. They *did* teach you what all the
ranks mean
in the Academy, didn't they?
And after his coat sheds rainwater on most of the papers on Sarina's
desk, Loren sends a serpentine glare her way, and walks off.
Renee: Don't mind him, Wade. His truck was smashed up last night.
Sarina: It'll take more than someone like that to get under my skin.
Boys and their silly toys...
Renee: Tell me about it...
Detective Montoya catches up to her boyfriend.
Renee: You handled that rather well.
Loren: *I* thought so.
They walk toward their peers, visibly soaked as a result of walking
from the bus stop to the building.
Caz: Don't tell me... You guys decided to take a shower with your
clothes on again, right?
Loren: Don't start with me, Caz. Now is *not* a good time.
Wayne: What's the matter, Di Iorio? Fall in the toilet again? :)
Loren: Shut your yap, Hotu.
Back at the front desk, a ravishing raven-haired beauty closes her
umbrella, and boldly walks up to face Sarina...
???: Excuse me, officer --
And in the office...
Loren: Where's Pi? Didn't he come into work today?
Chris: Yeah, he's in the Commish's office right now.
Pi opens the door to the Jim Gordon's room and walks out.
Pi: Ah, Loren! I've been meaning to talk to you.
Near the office entrance...
Sarina: Right this way, ma'am. He's right over there.
Sarina points in direction of the detectives, and the woman in black
sunglasses strides toward them. Eng spots her coming over, and wonders
to himself about the sunglasses, on such a stormy day.
Wayne: What...what're you, uh, doing here? Did you wanna get back to--
Helena: Shut up, Wayne.
She forcefully pushes him out of the way, comes up behind Loren,
spins him to face her, and engages in some lip action that would make
even Poison Ivy turn red.
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