She leans forward, hands on her hips. "I don't think you get it," she says softly. "I'm not NYPD, dirtbag. I'm from the government." The smile vanishes in an instant, followed by a cold glint in Lindianne's eyes. Keller wants to play hardball? She'll play hardball. He won't win.
"Leavenworth. Miramar. Guantanamo. I can throw you in a hole so deep nobody'll ever see your stupid ass again." She glances at Voodoo over her shoulder. The cold look stays. "I don't answer to the JTF. They answer to me. I'm the one in charge."
"And if I wanted? I could make it so you never fucking existed."
The thing she doesn't talk about with anyone, the thing that hangs over her head, is that she doesn't answer to anyone on the ground. The only person above the Division is the President himself. It isn't something she wants to dwell on any more than necessary.
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She leans forward, hands on her hips. "I don't think you get it," she says softly. "I'm not NYPD, dirtbag. I'm from the government." The smile vanishes in an instant, followed by a cold glint in Lindianne's eyes. Keller wants to play hardball? She'll play hardball. He won't win.
"Leavenworth. Miramar. Guantanamo. I can throw you in a hole so deep nobody'll ever see your stupid ass again." She glances at Voodoo over her shoulder. The cold look stays. "I don't answer to the JTF. They answer to me. I'm the one in charge."
"And if I wanted? I could make it so you never fucking existed."
The thing she doesn't talk about with anyone, the thing that hangs over her head, is that she doesn't answer to anyone on the ground. The only person above the Division is the President himself. It isn't something she wants to dwell on any more than necessary.