I know I said that I was leaving,

Need a case now.

Need to be cleared now.

If you still want an Academy standing, I'm not above burning down this motherfucker you'll give me a case...


Edit: And this was my song

http://www.lyricsfreak.com/f/foo+fighters/my+hero_20054699.html

[News article printed tomorrow morning]

Gotham-
A police raid in the warehouse district turned deadly last night when a joint task force of FBI, Marshal and Gotham PD were apparently pinned down by local gangs. Although details are sketchy- sources within the police department have said the officers were searching for Grigori Byko, enforcer to the Dimitrov crime family.

Byko is among the several criminals still at large from the Arkham break out last month. He’d had been hospitalized after he was declared criminally insane at trial, where he was accused of murdering four top lieutenants of the Maroni family, long time rivals of Dimitrov. Prosecutors also held beliefs that he was involved in the murder of several women who were found partially cannibalized. In addition, while in Arkham Byko was said to have attacked and seriously disfigured an orderly during transport.

Byko has ties to Georgia, and the FBI has been quoted as fearing he may prove a flight risk but also cited ‘credible intelligence’ that he was still in the country. The warrant served today was for Byko and several associates. Eyewitness says that the task forces entered the building just after one in the morning and were met with gunfire.

Several officers and gang members were treated at local hospitals for an array of injuries; most notably FBI agent SSA Dave Rossi who is listed in stable condition. As of publication, there are three confirmed deaths; one of which was US Marshal Ana Cantu… [cont. 4a]

1. One thing my character WANTS to say to your character.
2. One thing my character MUST say to your character.
3. One thing my character will NEVER say to your character.
4. One thing my character REGRETS saying to your character.
5. One thing my character has SAID to your character.

By virtue of the meme- all replies are OOC/Meta

1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours.

They’ve been stuck on the tarmac for forty-five minutes, waiting for takeoff and no one speaks- no one really knows what to say. The details of the case are in that place between stark recollection and the damning aftereffect of forgetting. None of them mean to dismiss them out of hand so easily, but it becomes a necessity, as much a tool for survival as sleep and food. They have faced the dragon, slain it and now, a return to the castle. A victory cheer. A moment to bury the dead, and the knowledge that one day there might be stories about this.

( So take this night Wrap it around me like a sheet I know I'm not forgiven But I need a place to sleep So take this night And lay me down on the street I know I'm not forgiven But I hope that I'll be given . . .Some peace )

1. David Rossi was born in 1956 in Commack, Long Island, New York. He grew up his mother Lisa, Aunt Rebecca and Uncle Chris. He supposedly has a half-brother upstate (or so he’s heard.)

2. He grew up literally across the street from Ray Finnegan. He can’t remember when they met but knows it was probably his fault. Normally, when they got into trouble (and yes, they got into a lot of trouble) it was usually his fault. Ray was the one more willing to take it on the chin. David never met a problem he didn’t try and talk his way out of.

3. He was twelve when ten year old Emma Taylor moved in down the street and entered his and Ray’s life. From then on, Emma called the shots. Ray and David were just enforcers.

( Thirty years in the racket abrindled crew-cut and a silk-lined jacket And it isn't my name that brings them in It's a little girl just starting to begin It's her they're piling in to see And I'd kill that kid if she wasn't killing me...And along from the darkened and empty tables By the covered-up drums and the microphone cables At the end of the room the piano glistens Like bones at the end of a cave And I play a few things while no-one listens For an hour alone spells freedom to the slave )