"But we want your brain, not your body. U.S. Marshalls and such are down the block on Constitution Ave if you change your mind."
Solomon chuckles softly. "Yeah that's what they told me when I joined the force, and again when I made detective. If you're more right about it than they were, I'll be happy."
When Andrews points out the paperwork, Solomon's face droops just a bit, despite his best effort.
Well, at least one thing in this place looks familiar, he thinks.
"All right, looking forward to it," he says unconvincingly. "For now, I'm going to read up on the reservation and the Apache community some, maybe look through the files of a few of the VIPs there. Anything else you want me to do, let me know." He settles down, logs on, and gets to work.
At the end of the day, after picking up his plane ticket, Solomon will go home to pack, and gets to sleep early, arriving for his flight in plenty of time. He makes sure to bring some Nicorrete gum in his pocket, since it's a nonstop flight.
ooc: if there's more to be done before we leave, belay that last paragraph, of course.