"That's my boy..." Face grins wildly, eyeing the girls before withdrawing a badge from the inner pocket of his tuxedo jacket. "No cause for alarm, folks - just so happens we're Federal Marshals, no cause for alarm... the situation is under control."
"Federal Marshals my ass..." Fiona growls, spitting at the badge.
"Careful there, kitten - don't want to add assaulting an officer to your impressive rap sheet." Face pockets the badge and raises an eyebrow toward Murdock. "Honey, why don't you help Officer Bosco here escort the ladies for holding until we hit dock? I'd like to get back to celebrating."
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Date: 2013-04-27 06:18 am (UTC)"Federal Marshals my ass..." Fiona growls, spitting at the badge.
"Careful there, kitten - don't want to add assaulting an officer to your impressive rap sheet." Face pockets the badge and raises an eyebrow toward Murdock. "Honey, why don't you help Officer Bosco here escort the ladies for holding until we hit dock? I'd like to get back to celebrating."