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East end Boys
Tara knew she couldn't run the agency alone, considering she practically brought the entire building complete with three apartments and the garage. A drop in the bucket compared to how much she had accumulated in the past 2 years. What made it better it was someone she knew, Amanda. They shared too much in common for her not to have her on her side. Both formally into crime, although Amanda's crimes were far more sinister. She has been lost ever since the Sky Temple incident that would bring both much closer. But it seemed so long ago since they lasted battled Stiletto together, and help free the Changeling, and averted Angel Falls being over ran by the Rooks Holomen. Amanda was not impressed by Tara's car. A second hand police interceptor that just screamed Undercover, none the less what would you expect a Private eye to drive, a Lamborghini?
The left the garage and proceeded to the Dump in hopes of catching up to Harvey, as well the Do
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Dark Horse in a Dark Race
Polk saw the leggy detective exit the blue Crown Vic. Even though he knew that she was once a he, it didn't stop him from having some very impure thoughts as she sauntered towards him. As a precursor to any dealings with the Dock Father, Tara assumed the position, giving Polk permission to check her for weapons. Polk smirks as he easily finds the 1911 and inspects it.
"I see some things never change, T." he says with a sinister grin as he admires the weapon. He then slides it into his left front waistband.
"Careful, don't shoot your brains all over your pants." she replies with a somewhat snarky tone.
Polk mood hardens a bit as he looks to the other two goons, who stifle a chuckle. He then shoots a gaze at Tara and motions his head to enter the shack.
Tara simply smirked as she walked to the door and entered the Prefab steel shack. The first sight was a Table with three chairs around it. Two were occupied, as the Dock Father sat facing her and to his left, sitting facing the left wall,
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