That's okay. Grace doesn't really know what it means, either.
"Well, we have to have a flamethrower around this place somewhere."
It just keeps getting weirder. She's not entirely serious about the flamethrower, and it's hard to imagine permanently running out of ammunition. What happens then? Something tells her she won't be able to pick up Dinah's sonics on a whim.
"And maybe a crossbow."
Damn Earl.
Still muttering, Grace goes to search the locked file cabinet in the booth behind the one-way mirror of interrogation room three. It's an unofficial supply. If they had to file an official request every time they needed new ammunition, they'd never get a conviction. The Chief pretends she doesn't know about it, and everybody's happy.
Of course, they don't need an official request now, and there's probably more stuff downstairs. They'll hit it on the way out.
As she looks up from punching in the code, Grace nearly jumps out of her skin. The entire window is covered in blood.
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"Well, we have to have a flamethrower around this place somewhere."
It just keeps getting weirder. She's not entirely serious about the flamethrower, and it's hard to imagine permanently running out of ammunition. What happens then? Something tells her she won't be able to pick up Dinah's sonics on a whim.
"And maybe a crossbow."
Damn Earl.
Still muttering, Grace goes to search the locked file cabinet in the booth behind the one-way mirror of interrogation room three. It's an unofficial supply. If they had to file an official request every time they needed new ammunition, they'd never get a conviction. The Chief pretends she doesn't know about it, and everybody's happy.
Of course, they don't need an official request now, and there's probably more stuff downstairs. They'll hit it on the way out.
As she looks up from punching in the code, Grace nearly jumps out of her skin. The entire window is covered in blood.
"Jesus Christ!"