Play@YSDC

OOC,Roll(1d100)+0: 7,+0 Total:7. My program loves me this game. It's usually far worse than this...

"I'm your lawyer, Brian. I'm here to try to get you out of your little mess."

"Thank you very much, Sergeant." Alan walked towards an out-of-the-way corner to wait for the young man to finish his call.

Alan gave an almost imperceptible sigh of relief at that. "You should see what my old office was like. I swear, you could wait for hours for the damned things." While chatting up the officer, Alan was tying up the last steps of his plan. He would enter into the room and take charge before...

OOC,Roll(1d100)+0: 29,+0 Total:29. Phew. Alan's quick mind hit upon an idea. "I know. Believe me , I know. But that kid's nothing but trouble. He's so bad that his father's hired a permanent representative for him. The guy before me had a nervous breakdown before the end. So, I figured I'd nip...

"A young man named Brian Anderson. I understand that he was brought in here quite recently. By Lieutenant Yeager and Sergeant Rawlings, if my memory doesn't fail me entirely."

OOC,Many apologies once again.

Alan attempted to give the sergeant manning the window a disarming grin.

"Ah yes. My name is Alan Gains, lawyer. I'm here to meet a client of mine who was brought here."

Alan handed O'Malley a fiver, then hurried into the building. Even if trying to represent the young man was just a cover, Alan was a professional at heart, and it'd nag at him if he didn't handle this like any lawyer would. He had to get in there before the cops could pump Brian for information. An...

Alan thought back to his first sight of the officers at the bar.

"...Lieutenant John Yeager, and Sergeant Charlie Rawlings, if memory serves."

"One of them got caught in the act selling drugs. Kind of got roped into taking that one as a personal favor...not that I mind the money, of course. The other one was in the wrong place at the right time; they just took him along for the ride."

Alan gave the man a tired smile. "Like I said, it was a long day." He told O'Malley to take him to the Roundhouse, then settled back into his seat. "Besides, didn't you say you'd waited for years for something like that? Something interesting to remember when you look back on life, a...

OOC,My apologies. Roll(1d100)+0: 62,+0 Total:62 Alan shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs from his mind. The instant he was done here, he NEEDED to get to sleep. "Apologies, friend; it's been a hard day. They're police officers. They've got a couple of my clients in the back of their ca...

Though it was somewhat out of character, Alan swore underneath his breath. He quickly regained his composure and smiled at Tommy. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a couple of (moderately large) bills, and place them in the front passenger's seat.

"Keep on them, friend."

As the information flashed through Alan's mind, he became even more interested. Yes, he would definitely follow them...

Alan briefly considered immediately trying to pass himself off as the young man's lawyer, than decided against the rather stupid plan. Instead, he would follow them back to their station, as best he could. There, he could probably bluff his way into the young man's room, and there continue with his...

Thoughts of food and sleep suddenly fled from Alan's mind as his memory caught up with him. This was Dr. Anderson's son! And he was being arrested... Deciding that he could stand a little hunger, Alan quickly made up a plan. He would follow after Brian Anderson, and offer his services to the young m...