If there was one thing that Quinn hated more then a cocktease was having to go to down to the Royal palace. It wasn't for any grand reason, he just always seemed to end up being arrested or thrown out everytime that he went down there. Quinn let out a long sigh, "I suppose that I just go and see what the summons was about." He said with his shoulders hunged. Stephanie as always giggled at his mock depression and smiled, stepping out from behind her desk and closing the gap between then her hand slowly began to carress his crotch. She leaned up so that her lips where inches away from his ear. "I promise that if you're a good boy at the palace, I'll be a bad girl later." she whispered licking at his ear lobe teasingly. Quinn was silent for a moment, but Stacy, in her black cat form wasn't about to stay silent. "If that isn't motivation I don't know what is." She giggled as she perched on the edge of Stephanie's desk. Quinn smiled as Stephanie pulled away, and he made a comment as he walked out the door. "I swear you two are going to be the death of me." he laughed as he disappeared out the front door, followed closely by the talking black cat.
The walk down to the palace was a relatively short one, since like his office it was located in the downtown section of New Sapphire City, he always chuckled when he thought about the name, he was always thought that the name was chessy, almost cartoony. As he made his way up to the front gate of the royal palace Quinn took a moment to merely admire what he saw before him, he always loved the grandoise style of the palace, taking up an entire city block the prestine white bulding held intricate golden accents stringed across it, built to resemble a palace of the French Monarchs it was expansive to say the least. Complete with flying butresses on it's side, and four massive towers at each corner. The bulding was rectangular but it had a large courtyard in the middle, with a large almost jungle like garden at it's center. The large wroth iron which surronded the builded had a number of magical charms and incantations placed upon it, which made it almost impossible for someone to break into the place.
Quinn shook his head, he had an appointment to keep, and Carlson, the head of the royal police was not a person that you made wait. Not unless you wanted to live in the a dungeon for a few weeks anyway. Making his way to the guardpost at the front gate he spoke to the guard stationed there, a young man with dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes. "He is expecting you." he told Quinn politely as he opened the gate to let Quinn enter. The royal police's headquarters where part of the palace themselves, housed in the nortwestern tower it took Quinn a few minutes to make the walk, it would have taken him a little less time, but he had to stop and wait for a long progession of students as they made there way on a tour of the grounds, more then likely a class from another city in the empire.
By the time that Quinn arrived Carlson was already waiting for him at the front door, and judging by the rapid tapping of his foot, Carlson was less then pleased by Quinn's tardiness. Richard Carlson White, or Carlson as Quinn referred to him was a strict man. He ran the royal much in the same manner he had run his platoon while he was a sergent in the Army, with an iron fist and no pity for those who broke his rules. Even at the age of 45, Carlson was a chiselled man, musculad and build like the side of a barn, tall and broad of shoulder his massive arms had been known to squeeze around the heads of his men when he wasn't pleased with there performence. He kept his dark brown hair buzzed close to his scalp and was never seen anywhere outside of his home without his work uniform, which consistent of a navy blue slacks and a long dress shirt, black tie and the Royal police badge pinned to his left breast, right over his heart.
"Quinn, I swear you'd be late to your own death." Carlson said with a shake of his head, his black eyes seemed to drill a hole into Quinn's chest as he stared him down. "Should I teel my secretary not to expect me for a few days?" Quinn laughed nervously. "No, I need you out of prison for know, we have a bit of a situtation here at the palace?" Carlson said with an experated voice. Quinn was quick to respond, as always, "Then why did you call me, I thought that's what the Royal police are for." "Look this isn't my choice, if it were up to me, you would have been locked away decades ago you immortal asswipe." Carlson responded. "But this request comes the Queen herself." he said. "So are you going to keep me in suspence here or what?" Quinn asked, Carlson had already closed the gap between them and leaned in close whispering so that no one but Quinn heared his next few words, "The princess has gone missing."
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