“Whatcha doin’ there, rookie?” Fanny raises an eyebrow, looming over your desk. She was onto you, but had no way to prove it. Honestly, just whistleblowing and saying you were in the Black Brigade without evidence would probably be enough to arrest you, but Fanny wanted to prove it first.

“Aaaaaany…problems?” Her voice was overly curious, to the point where it blatantly crossed the line into suspicion. “Y’know, I’m always available if you need…”

Fanny had took the role of your partner/mentor, not because she actually wanted to help you, but because she could keep an eye on you. She knew if you caught a teen trying to cross you’d let them slip, she couldn’t have that - even if her own boy was doing the same.