Feed the Need, baby.

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"Fuuuuuuck this." Banks pushed the stack of files in front of him away, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. Sitting forward, he had to adjust slightly as the vest, his constant companion and accessory for the next six months, dug into his gut. The prod to it made it rumble, reminding him he was a half hour past his lunch.

Which meant, it was yo queiro Taco Bell time, my man. Pushing back from the desk, he grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair, swinging it on and looking around the squad room. Question was, could he make it out without anyone noticing?