Prompt: Andre — “Not that he cared. This was what he lived for.”
“You destroyed another company car.”
Andre turned to his partner. “The alchemist blew up the car.”
Emily scoffed. “You didn’t have to antagonize him.”
“One more nail in the coffin. You know how the agency prefers undeniable proof.”
“If the company refuses to issue you another vehicle, I am not bringing my own car on cases with you.” She started walking away, past the still-smoking scrap of metal that had once been a Buick. Hardly a model to weep over.
“And don’t even think about me riding on the back of your motorcycle,” she called over her shoulder.
Andre merely shrugged. The SPA could deny his claim. Not that he cared. Watching the handcuffed alchemist get shoved into the back of an agency van, he felt nothing but satisfaction. This was what he lived for.