A voice called out in the deep recesses of his head. That voice was the voice of Jim delaCruz, head of operations in their unit... and a powerful psychic.
delaCruz' voice booms in Michael's head again. "The particular perp has been a thorn on our asses for the last six weeks. That was some real shitty work on your part. If you couldn't handle the one, who knows what'll happen the next time around? No, you are to return to headquarters and you will be assigned a senior officer as a partner until this perp has been captured. Have I made myself clear?"
Michael began to protest, realizing that to Rose that it looked like he was talking to the wall. Rose knew who it was. She never questioned it.
"You can't be serious! I blacked out back there! It wasn't my fault!"
"And that is PRECISELY why you will be assigned a senior partner. You are not equipped or prepared to take on perps of this magnitude without the proper... instruction."
Michael slumps on his pillow, dejected.
The voice booms one more time. "You will be expected to report in 3 hours. Oh, and tell Rose she will be part of the assignment as well."
Michael looks as Rose. "Jim says-"
Rose interrupts. "I know."
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