"Excuse me," Ezekiel said as he got up and left his desk. Everyone was working their asses off over the latest situation. He needed a break to smoke outside. The paper had been neatly balled up on his desk before he got out the door. He smoked silently until his partner joined him.
"Zeke, buddy are you okay?"
It took the detective a few long moments before he spoke up. "I don't like hate crimes."
"How can you be so sure--"
"Because it was mostly mutants in there! Don't be stupid," Ezekiel growls around his cigarette. "You know how many hate crimes have been pouring through here."
"How can you be...? Just never mind," his partner sighs then gives him a look. They would talk about this latter.
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