#thatcher oc

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Smile

Hateful Punk Garnet + Snark Punk Valetta = 0 Brain Cells

"Good morning, you little dill holes," Valetta announced, tossing her duffle bag under her desk. Glancing up she paused, "Well, not you, Beau. You're a sweetheart."

Garnet craned his head back with a gagging sound, slouched in his chair, feet kicked up on his desk.

"Where's everyone else? Don't tell me there's a holiday I forgot about."

"Midland's out, don't know about everyone else," Garnet continued to scroll on his wristband, sipping at his coffee.

"Today is national smile day," Beau added. "Something like a holiday."

"Well then, let's see it," Garnet called. "Let's see your smile."

"Yeah, c'mon Beau, smile," Valetta prodded fingers into her cheeks, demonstrating. Taking a moment to map her expression, he pulled his mouth into his best simulation of a smile, unsure if it was correct.

"Wow," Garnet grinned, half twisted into a grimace more than likely due to his freshly broken nose. "That's heinous."

"So is that," Valetta mocked him with her own exaggerated leer, "Fix your face, man. You look like a possum."

"What is going on in here?" Thatcher's tone startled all of them, turning to find him watching from the door. "Shift started ten minutes ago."

"It's national smile day, boss," Garnet offered another one of his grins.

"Lieutenant, Halloween isn't for another three weeks, so keep that to yourself. Beau, my office. Let's go."

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Mediators —Breach Team Members

Squad leads trained to deal with high-risk situations (i.e. hostage situations, shootouts, bomb threats, etc.) [left to right]

Commander Alan Thatcher – Senior and supervisor of both Breach team and Patrol units

GW-IV (aka Ives) – Heavy Protection AI Unit prioritizing civilian safety and unit success

Ayla Birch – Drone technician/surveillance, Breach Teams' Eye in the Sky

Valetta Hsieh – Explosive Technician/ Disposal specialist, and occasionally on the fly AI medic

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For anyone concerned about this Last Line Tag Game, here's a glimpse of an answer

"Bryant has filed his own report claiming you attacked him," Thatcher continued to read from his terminal, peering down his nose through his glasses. "He's claiming battery." "Pssh," Garnet kept his arms crossed, boots tapping together from their crossed position on the edge of Thatcher's desk. Both he and Ryker looked at Garnet. "Jaime... you didn't," Ryker whispered. "No! It wasn't battery. Assault at best." Thatcher yanked the glasses from his face, glaring. "What he did to Beau was battery. Blunt force trauma, hemorrhaging, what would've been broken bones, and a–" "Garnet, did you assault officer Bryant?" "Yeah," Garnet tossed his shoulders. "Did you check Beau's footage? It's all right there, Chief." "Oh my God, Jaime. No," Ryker hissed, rubbing at his face. "What? I'm not gonna lie about it. I didn't hit him though," he looked back to Thatcher, "I never hit him. I threw him around a bit, but I didn't hit him –And I wanted to." Thatcher peered over his thick-framed glasses, brows raised. "You've just admitted to assaulting a fellow officer. You know I'm going to have to suspend you." "Yeeeah, I know," he mumbled. Thatcher huffed as he clicked around on his computer. "If you really didn't hit him—" "I didn't hit him, Chief." "Then I'll start with two weeks. We'll review Beau's footage and see if we need to shorten or lengthen the time. But as of right now it's two weeks, without pay." "Bet."

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Thatcher: You're charged with... breaking into a pet store?

Beau: I thought they might be lonely.