Sonny snorts. Yes, Deb is one in a fucking kind alright. He agrees with that. In a good way.
He doesn't hire anyone that has lost their humanity. It's too dangerous. Someone has to feel for more than themselves. They have to feel for the shit that goes down in this city.
In some ways, it makes them more prone to mistakes. They are not robots. Their emotions affect them and lead to bad decisions more often than not. In fact, the last cases two sets went on were both nearly ruined by the fact that two of his people flew off the handle.
He didn't fire them though, because he knows that's what makes the difference between the Crowbar and other groups. It's what makes them human instead of prone to killing and having no limits to finding information.
"Don't forget kittens and rainbows," Sonny says with a smirk that widens into something of a smile as he continues walking.
He glances at her. "Yeah, they love it alright. Favorite fucking thing. It's mine too. Love when people show up asking me the same fuckin' questions all the time," Sonny says before he follows her up to that door and reaches over, knocking on the front of it.
There's a man that answers the door. "Hello? What do you want? We're closed."
Ah, fuck me with a hand grenade.
Somehow, impossibly, Sonny is already annoyed.
"Just here to ask a few questions. About this guy." He holds up the picture in his hand, taken from the video that they achieved. "You ever seen him before?"
"Who? The bomber? The cops already asked me questions. Who the hell are you two? Why would I talk to you?"
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He doesn't hire anyone that has lost their humanity. It's too dangerous. Someone has to feel for more than themselves. They have to feel for the shit that goes down in this city.
In some ways, it makes them more prone to mistakes. They are not robots. Their emotions affect them and lead to bad decisions more often than not. In fact, the last cases two sets went on were both nearly ruined by the fact that two of his people flew off the handle.
He didn't fire them though, because he knows that's what makes the difference between the Crowbar and other groups. It's what makes them human instead of prone to killing and having no limits to finding information.
"Don't forget kittens and rainbows," Sonny says with a smirk that widens into something of a smile as he continues walking.
He glances at her. "Yeah, they love it alright. Favorite fucking thing. It's mine too. Love when people show up asking me the same fuckin' questions all the time," Sonny says before he follows her up to that door and reaches over, knocking on the front of it.
There's a man that answers the door. "Hello? What do you want? We're closed."
Ah, fuck me with a hand grenade.
Somehow, impossibly, Sonny is already annoyed.
"Just here to ask a few questions. About this guy." He holds up the picture in his hand, taken from the video that they achieved. "You ever seen him before?"
"Who? The bomber? The cops already asked me questions. Who the hell are you two? Why would I talk to you?"