Consequences (Skandra, Meredith, Leander)
When Skandra, Meredith, and Leander entered the room there was a lone man standing on the opposite end of a table from them, his back turned, tossing what appeared be a coin up and down in one hand he held out to his side. When the door closed, he snatched the coin out of the air, and turned to face them. Clad in a leather jacket and jeans, there would have been no way to discern that he was a cop if they were anywhere else. The stubble on his face and dark circles beneath his eyes marked an easy indication that it had been a while since he had slept, or had the time to take care of himself. Never the less, he simply nodded to them, and though he did not smile, he seemed at least on the surface trying to make an attempt not to lord over or intimidate them. He knew better. Instead he merely waved them to the three seats, and waited until they had all taken one before he sat himself. The table was wide enough so that if any of them were to try, they could not grab at him, at least not without climbing up and laying over the table. Other than that, it seemed the only precaution. The fact that the Detective was in a room alone with the three of them did not seem to bother him in the least, which of course hinted there were other, less visible means of keeping order.



"My name is Patrick Brogan, and I have distinct and honorable pleasure of presiding over your case." He should have taken the warning Bailey gave him and skipped down for the weekend. This whole affair was a nightmare to sort through.

"After listening to Mr. and Mrs. Kwoong tell me their version of how things went for the past six hours, I need to hear your end of it, in as much detail as you can give me."

He still could not believe his misfortune. Here he was, aftering getting his ass chewed out by the Kwoong's, sitting across the table from the three responsible for his head ache. An ex-marine, a secretary, and.. Leander himself. He had always wondered what had happened to the fighting champion who he used to stake bets on, and root on as he tore through AIA after AIA opponent until that fateful last match.. he'd lost a lot on that one. If he were a lesser man, he would have simply taken the story of the Kwoong's, blew them off, and called it a day. Sometimes he hated his conscience...

"Just so you know, the Kwoongs are more or less demanding your heads for this incident. Calling for all sorts of medieval punishments to be inflicted upon you for what happened to their shop. Fortunately for you all, this is America.." He almost.. almost choked on those last words. What a joke. He turned to address Meredith.

"Mr. Kwoong claims that you stole some beer during the shoot out. Threatened to pop him one when he wouldn't give it to you?" Had he not already dismissed that detail as bullshit, one look at her would have confirmed it. He shifted his attention next to Leander.

"From what I gathered, you instigated the mess. Mrs. Kwoong says you stripped in front of her, and made some kind of sexual advances?" Finally, he looked to Skandra.

"And you. Hell of a fucking hand cannon, Mr. Skandra. Anyway, why don't you start, being that your the ring leader here. Chief things I am interested is your version of the property damages, and details on the actual shoot out, unless you have some other version as to how it all started." Meaning the Kwoong's can go fuck themselves if they think I am going to go through each and every accusation they made.

Sitting back only slightly in his chair, he propped his elbows up on the table, interlacing his fingers together and resting his chin on his thumbs as he listened. He was not sure exactly what to expect from these three, he only hoped it wasn't bullshit. Hadn't he had his fair share?

posting order:Skandra, Meredith, Leander.