May. 27th, 2007

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“Hey, Maka!”

Flack straddled the desk chair in front of her desk and she looked up at him with an annoyed look. He was a bit taken aback. It was her first day on the job, and he wasn’t expecting the annoyance, that he was pretty sure could graduate to open hostility. “Whadaya want, Flack? Come to bust my chops too?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, putting on a completely innocent face.

“Oh, really?” Maka said, glaring up at him, “Are you here to hit on me, pick on me, leer at me, or tease me, because if you are, so help me God—”

“I am here to do none of the above.”

“I’m sorry?”

“It is customary for the old cops to take the new cops out for dinner and a beer after their first shift,” Flack replied, holding his hands open in a peace gesture.

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