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Username Badboi18 | Feeling Game on | Chatting with Officers | Location Manhattan police station | Appearance Casual
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It seemed like things were taking a negative turn for Matilda, the officers starting to look like demons now snickering away at her loss, though it was only time before their attention shifted to her little device once the lady seemed to lose interest in her. She decided to keep her mouth shut for once, at the allegation of her using illegal means to get some extra cash, sitting back in her chair as she frowned. "Matilda Benette, July 18..." she'd lie, pulling out an ID that matched the same.
The woman decided to stall for a while, she didn't have a lawyer, so she didn't know what to do, not to mention, if she rushed it, she wouldn't get anything done. By the corner of her eye, she watched the rasher cop opening her laptop, making her inch forward in fear before she sat back, trying to cooperate. "Careful with it please." she'd state.
"Hush you, I know what I'm doing." he grumbled, turning it on and looked over to her demanding her password. "Can I type it in?" he shook his head, making her sigh and spell it out for him.
The device opened with nothing much to aid him with, in fact, nothing to support the man's claim or her own of being a hacker. "Where are the programs?" the man asked, looking at her, "What program?" she asked, "Don't play dumb with me, the program to get the money in your account!" the man roared, frowning while Matilda kept her cool, glancing over at the detective before looking back at him. "I don't know what you're talkin about and what money?" she asked.
The man hissed and quickly moved to his computer to pull out the bank records he had requested thanks to the tip but there was nothing in there. The only thing adding up was that she needed some money but nothing what the cops stated. "What strings did you pull? There is nothing here!" the man stated, trying to bite his tongue to not make Natalie think he was incompetent. "I don't know what you were expecting sir, you held a gun to me and I panicked, you kept verbally abusing me all through the ride here and in front of your colleagues and I still said nothing, you are browsing through my personal things and I still don't know what you want!" she'd state, looking over at the detective, "May I leave if there is no reason to keep me here?" she'd ask.
The persistent man shook his head, pulling out a flashdrive with a program that was supposed to scan through her computer to find any evidence and that was probably the biggest mistake he did after jumping on the bait laid for him. "I swear she did something." he muttered to his partner who shrugged, she was clearly sitting before them and her phone taken away so she couldn't do anything.
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Username Badboi18 | Feeling Game on | Chatting with Officers | Location Manhattan police station | Appearance Casual
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It seemed like things were taking a negative turn for Matilda, the officers starting to look like demons now snickering away at her loss, though it was only time before their attention shifted to her little device once the lady seemed to lose interest in her. She decided to keep her mouth shut for once, at the allegation of her using illegal means to get some extra cash, sitting back in her chair as she frowned. "Matilda Benette, July 18..." she'd lie, pulling out an ID that matched the same.
The woman decided to stall for a while, she didn't have a lawyer, so she didn't know what to do, not to mention, if she rushed it, she wouldn't get anything done. By the corner of her eye, she watched the rasher cop opening her laptop, making her inch forward in fear before she sat back, trying to cooperate. "Careful with it please." she'd state.
"Hush you, I know what I'm doing." he grumbled, turning it on and looked over to her demanding her password. "Can I type it in?" he shook his head, making her sigh and spell it out for him.
The device opened with nothing much to aid him with, in fact, nothing to support the man's claim or her own of being a hacker. "Where are the programs?" the man asked, looking at her, "What program?" she asked, "Don't play dumb with me, the program to get the money in your account!" the man roared, frowning while Matilda kept her cool, glancing over at the detective before looking back at him. "I don't know what you're talkin about and what money?" she asked.
The man hissed and quickly moved to his computer to pull out the bank records he had requested thanks to the tip but there was nothing in there. The only thing adding up was that she needed some money but nothing what the cops stated. "What strings did you pull? There is nothing here!" the man stated, trying to bite his tongue to not make Natalie think he was incompetent. "I don't know what you were expecting sir, you held a gun to me and I panicked, you kept verbally abusing me all through the ride here and in front of your colleagues and I still said nothing, you are browsing through my personal things and I still don't know what you want!" she'd state, looking over at the detective, "May I leave if there is no reason to keep me here?" she'd ask.
The persistent man shook his head, pulling out a flashdrive with a program that was supposed to scan through her computer to find any evidence and that was probably the biggest mistake he did after jumping on the bait laid for him. "I swear she did something." he muttered to his partner who shrugged, she was clearly sitting before them and her phone taken away so she couldn't do anything.
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Out.Of.Cookies.
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