Brannon blinked, staring at Olinger for the longest few seconds he had ever endured before letting blue eyes drop to the bloody badge. Brannon had never had too much interaction with the mayor, but seeing as how he just so carelessly handed over Grady's badge, with blood still dried all over it..well.. Brannon was rather glad of the limited time spent with Olinger.
Archer was chief. But seriously??
Brows furrowing, Brannon frowned and reached over to stick his hand and arm between Olinger and Archer, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. You hang on a second, Ollie." He moved to ease to the edge of the sofa, and set his gross cup of mud tea down.
"You wipe that off better before you give it to my friend, here," he pointed to Olinger very seriously. "You're asking Arch to take charge of your police force-- in the fucking apocalypse-- and you're not even showing respect to his predecessor! This isn't a game, Ollie. Grady and Roco, they protected your life! They protected the capitol, they protected the fucking city, They protected your ass," he pointed to Lansing, "and they sure as hell protected yours," he dropped his accusatory index finger to point at Olinger again.
Narrowing his eyes at the mayor, he felt like he wanted to chew the little bastard up and spit him out, "Now, I like you, Ollie. You've done good things for this city. But you're going to polish that badge up before you give it to my partner, and you're going to respect Grady, and respect Roccolini, and you're going to respect what you're asking Archer to take on. The Chief of police is an honorable position, even in this day and age. And when you call my partner and me into your office, offer us tea, and then tell us our commanding officers have just been killed? Think about what you're asking Arch to do. You want him to turn around and step into Grady's position so the same goddam thing can happen to him? You'd better act like it's the single, most fucking important job in this city that any person would be proud to die for."
After a brief pause, "oh," He nodded toward the tea, "and your tea looks like shit."