Back at the police station things errupted into chaos. Not only was there the issue with the escaped criminal that was trying to be kept under wraps, but now there was word of a space station crashing into New York.
'Bloody hell if this isn't the worst day of my life,' Barbary said as he wiped off sweat upon his forehead. For a man who spent most of his time behind a desk, he certainly didn't look like he did.
'Well, perhaps if you had done as I had asked and given her back to me, we wouldn't have this whole problem, hm?' Raiven looked down at Barbary, shaking his head.
'That isn't the only issue. I just got word about a space station crashing right into the center of New York.'
Raiven was stunned. 'A space station?'
'A space station...'
'Well, it certainly ain't your day. I should be going, then.'
'Wait just a damn minute,' Barbary said loudly, his fist slamming on his desk, sending papers flying off the side. 'I need answers, damn it. What the hell happened with that bloody criminal?'
'We lost her, no thanks to you.'
'I beg your pardon?'
Raiven leaned in, resting his hands upon the desk. 'Look, Barbary. You screwed up big time. You wanted all the glory of capturing this alien for yourself, I've known ever since we took up this whole Kelthusa case. That desk is starting to get unconfortable, isn't it? You want a better position, and today was your chance... wasn't it?'
Barbary stood up, red faced. 'How dare you, Raiven! You have no authority to make accusations!'
'Gee, somebody's pretty jealous that I got the promotion, huh?'
Barbary's face grew darker, his fists clenching and sweat forming on his eyebrows.
'Well, guess what? You've officially taken this case as your own, so this mess is all your fault. I wonder what the higher ups are going to say about that, huh?'
Barbary stood silently, anger written all over his glowing face.
'Of course, we can keep things under wraps. I mean, just between you and me. The media is going to be asking questions, I recommend you stay tight lipped on who's responcible.'
'Are you... blackmailing me?'
'Well, not really. You hate me, Barbary... but I hate you more. But, fromone cop to another, I'd love to keep quiet on the matter... I'd hate to see you demoted to mopping floors.' Raiven gave a sinister smile.
Barbary sighed. 'What do you want?'
'I want full permission to pursue MY criminal, and only me. I'll hunt her down, and I'll bring her to justice. In exchange, you can deny any responcibility... and I won't say a word.'
Barbary was hesitant, but he gave in... sitting back down and relaxing in his chair. 'Fine... now get out of my office.'
'Thank you, sir.' Raiven turned, and made his way out of the room.
Isodor was waiting for him outside. 'So?'
'We're free to do as we wish.'
'What about Zoe?'
'They don't need to know. She comes with us, plain and simple.'
Isodor hopped out of the chair by a wall. 'Right, let's go find Maynard.'
Raiven nodded. 'Yes, but I think matters are taking an interesting turn.'
The small purple alien tilted his head. 'What do you mean, Rai?'
'There's been an incident in New York. I think it's going to be one of those days, Iso...'
