Curran: In a meeting, make it quick.
Jim, PM to Curran: Police scanner reports a Loose Vamp Alert at Jeremiah Street.
Jim, PM to Curran: Kate’s office is @ 4312 Jeremiah.
Curran PM to Jim: Is she OK?
Jim, PM to Curran: Hang on. Apparently there is a lot of gunfire.
Curran PM to Jim: IS SHE OK?
Jim, PM to Curran: She’s dragged two necromancer women into her office and barricaded her door.
Jim, PM to Curran: She’s refusing to let PAD in. They’re pissed.
Curran PM to Jim: WTF.
Jim PM to Curran: Do you need a moment?
Curran PM to Jim: Shut up, Jim.
Curran: @Kate: R U OK?
Kate: Fine. Busy.
Curran: With what?
Kate: Making tea.
Jim PM to Curran: Yes, my lord. Whatever you say, my lord.
Curran PM to Jim: My mate probably got herself shot. Do you really feel like you giving me a lot of shit is helping right now?
Curran PM to Jim: Is it actually your job to give me a lot of shit?
Jim PM To Curran: It’s more like occupational hazard.
Curran: @Kate Maybe I should drop by and have some tea with you.
Jim PM to Curran: The cops R trying to bring in a tank to bust her door.
Curran: @Kate Why not?
Kate: I have visitors.
Curran: What kind of visitors?
Kate: Female visitors.
Kate: We’re having girl talk. Don’t come over.
Curran PM To Jim: Put two snipers to cover her office, send a tactical team to the warehouse, and have Doolittle and the legal division on standby.
Jim, PM to Curran: Anything else?
Curran: Yes. A gallon of single malt whiskey.
Jim : For her?
Curran: No, for me.