The raid was still fresh in Hook's mind only 10, maybe 11, hours after it all went down. He seethed at the thought of seeing the Lost Boys leader and his wild eyes taking and destroying all he wanted of the Nauticus supplies. Not even necessarily pixie dust, but pills, alcohol, and even weird crates of meaningless items like paper and plastic. Clearly a mission to wreak havoc.
The only thing that enraged Hook more was the fact that he was the one sitting in a questioning room now, awaiting making a statement. His hook was taken from him as it was considered a weapon, and he doesn't have a hand to cuff, so instead he's been cuffed to the table.
At least this is an opportunity to pin everything on the Lost Boys. Anything Pevensie thinks he has on Nauticus can be deflected. That is, if Hook doesn't let his anger get the better of him.
"Sheriff." He greets coldly as the man finally enters.
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This is the moment he had been waiting for. At once both the culmination of his entire career thus far and the bold overture of a young man who has come to prove that he practices what he preaches. When Peter had first campaigned for the position of sheriff, he had done so upon the promise that he would be the one to finally take a firm stance against and act upon the rampant, unchecked criminal activity that has overrun their town, and this is him now, acting.
But to challenge the established order is a dangerous endeavour, and one that does not come without consequences. The reason why he could not be the one to escort the owner of Nauticus to the interrogation room himself, as he would have wished to, is because he had been injured during the assault, grazed by a bullet while leading the initial charge only hours ago — which had necessitated that he, after securing the premises and carrying out initial searches and apprehensions, step away from the action in order to seek medical attention.
This is why he returns to the precinct only now, a bandaged wound carefully concealed beneath the layers of his uniform and coat as he walks into the room with an authority and a confidence beyond his years, appearing unfazed by the cold welcome he receives and the sight of the man before him — a man who, if he were to hazard a guess, is not used to being regarded by anyone without fear or awe.
“James Hook, is it? I do not believe we have ever been formally introduced. I am Sheriff Pevensie. Peter Pevensie. Now, are you ready to begin?”
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