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Jul. 16th, 2008 10:55 amHe's pissed. Pissed. And underneath, in a closed-off place that he's pretty much refusing to acknowledge, he's a little bit scared, because if someone's just walked off with his gun, he has to wonder what they plan to do with it. If it's a kid or something--he doesn't think Peter, no way--that could be bad enough; he's not sure if he could forgive himself if someone got accidentally hurt. But the idea of someone taking it, with purpose and intent... that's even more worrying.
Mostly, though, he's pissed. He stalks into the IPD office. "I need to report a fucking theft," he growls, before realizing that he's growling at Sam Vimes. All the better. He trusts Vimes to get things done.
Mostly, though, he's pissed. He stalks into the IPD office. "I need to report a fucking theft," he growls, before realizing that he's growling at Sam Vimes. All the better. He trusts Vimes to get things done.
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