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[attr="class","letitscroll2"]Open to all Interpol agents, feel free to come in and disturb the sleepy officer.
[attr="class","letitscroll"]“Werner, you’re still here?”
“Hrm…” he hummed, the silver haired young man stirring awake at the question. He slowly opened his eyes, tilting his head lazily to look at the rookie that was making his way into the break room. “Mm… Yeah, nap before the next shift” he mumbled, pulling his phone briefly from his pocket to check the time. Almost noon, damn, he had just another hour to catch his sleep but the lunch rush was going to be coming into the break room soon. The thought didn’t really give him much desire to move, though. If anything it made the idea of just lounging on his—the couch even more tempting. Honestly, with how much he slept on the comfortable thing, many people in the office just started to refer to it as his couch. As they should, because when it came for a brief crash time, he was always displeased to notice his couch was taken by a couple of guys just waiting for calls.
Though, he’d never really say that, he’d simply see them sitting there and walk off to settle for napping in his chair, again. Engel was careful about what he ran his mouth about, feigning indifference for the most part as he’d wander around. Even this rookie that had decided that waking him up for small talk was mildly annoying, but Engel just went with the flow, nodding to the other’s rambling as the kid rummaged the fridge for lunch and used the microwave. With half of his attention on the child, the rest of his focus fell to his phone as he noticed multiple notifications. His sister giving updates on the house – laundry was done, dishes clean, homework done, groceries should be handled before he got back – and a certain chat group Eileen threw him into had a wall of nothing but links and ramblings about adorable skitties and delcatties. Slowly tilting his head to look over at the rookie, he shifted his eyes to the many links.
He’d have to save indulging on his curiosity later and simply slid out of the chat to text his sister about the time he’d be home tomorrow. What he’d give to be able to go home right now without any consequences, though… It wasn’t so much his job on the line, but just needing the hours and over time was so useful.
“I gotta head back to work, have a nice nap, Werner!” the kid declared as he shuffled back out of the break room and to the office. Engel simply waved him off without a word, before just studying his phone with a sigh. Bringing his hand over his mouth, he let out a long deep yawn and let his head fall back gently against the arm rest.
Should he go back to sleep, grab something to eat, or maybe Eileen or Cormac were wandering around the office around this time, too? He should probably get up to go eat… But that required effort, and he was simply much too tired and sore for that right now. If they were there, surely they’d find him.
Post by Eileen Paulsen on Jul 2, 2014 16:13:09 GMT -5
NOTHING I'VE EVER DONE RIGHT HAPPENED ON THE SAFE SIDE
Eileen did work, surprisingly. Not that anyone would know it, from the amount of time she seemed to spend sitting on Engel's desk eating candy, tapping away at her cell phone on the roof, or down in the pens playing with the Dewgong and other assorted Pokemon Interpol had on hand for official use. Or the time she just, did seem to be anywhere on the property at all.
When she went at it, she went at it in do-or-die stretches. If there was an assignment up for her, she rarely so much as took a break until she had everything laid out, organized, and filed away to those who needed it. Eighteen hour blocks locked up in her designated computer closet with her headphones in and all her monitors running full steam ahead was her preferred state of function, and rarely did it fail to get the job done.
It was after one of these notorious digital marathons that Eileen came toddling down the busy hall toward the break room, dressed in a well-worn knee-length sweater and leggings, messenger bag hanging loosely from her shoulder instead of hugged diligently in front of her as usual. Too groggy to bother eyeing those her passed by her, she simply blinked and rubbed at her eyes, looking up occasionally to check what doorway she was passing next. This particular task had her on the trail of a suspected kidnapper, putting together a digital timeline of his whereabouts the last few weeks via credit card uses, social media, Pokemon Center visits and anything else she had been able to think of to fill in the blanks. She had been on it since they'd called her in the evening before and finally she had been pretty sure what she had was what the agents needed to work with.
And now she was hungry. And it was lunchtime. And she could smell those hot sandwiches, the ones from the lady with the gourmet stand that rolled into the lobby a few times a week. And so she thought, Engel and I should have sandwiches, but Engel had not been at his desk when she checked. So she nabbed a bag of skittles from her drawer and shuffled off in search.
She reached the break room just in time to stop short and press her back against the wall just as someone else came out of it. He had rookie written all over him and she did a slow blink, sizing him up but not interested enough to actually reach any conclusions. She peered into the break room, where as she had guessed Engel was crashed on his couch, mid-yawn. Rookie had probably woken him up. Shame on him.
Eileen swept her eyes around the rest of the room to ensure that it was empty and swung inside.
"Engel?" she asked in a stage-whisper. "Are you sleeping? I can smell the sandwich lady." She slid over to sit on the arm of the chair at his feet, facing him. "Want to go get some with me? Or I could bring you one . . . Or you could just sleep more. You know." She shrugged. Whichever way.
Trinity Cormac, special agent for Interpol and the most dashing and beautiful member of its division. A lady of her level of grace, refinery, poise, and haute sensibilities must have the easiest time in the whole world, right? Right?
“I became an agent to make the world a better place, not get condiments splattered all over my uniform. Bleh.” Unlike Engel and Eileen, Trinity’s break started off with a bang. She just arrived back from a job apprehending a bank robber when her chase ended with her bum rushing someone into a hot dog cart. Beauty never tarnished? Hah, maybe the saying was translated incorrectly. Beauty always varnished with mustard, ketchup, and a generous helping of horse radish made Trinity mentally swear off the frankfurters for a month. She reported back to headquarters to file a report, but she didn’t want the entire building to reek of baseball parks.
“At least I cleaned off…I hope they’ll cover my dry cleaning bill.” Trinity stretched her left arm out, still in her typical pink jumpsuit, cape, and boots. Walking down the hallway always made a head or two turn from the new interns, but she didn’t pay them any mind. They’d get use to her work outfit soon enough just as her more seasoned coworkers had. Besides, pink was pretty and not to be underestimated. Before she dropped by the break room, however, she needed to make sure she reported in to her commanding officer personally. The office found itself conveniently juxtaposed to said break room.
“Commander Werner? Are you present?” The smell of sandwiches pierced Trinity’s nose, mentally thanking every godlike being that there wasn’t hot dogs in the break room today. She might have lost a few screws. The room didn’t appear any different than usual aside from the two bodies inside of it. Both meat bags belonged to coworkers she was at least reasonably acquainted with. Engel Werner was the commander and leader of her division and she treated him as such. He was his own person, however, and sometimes didn’t act fitting of his position. The two had more inside jokes than necessary for a professional relationship. The biggest joke of all, however, was what Trinity knew almost nothing about Eileen Paulsen. The girl did computer work for Interpol and damn good work at that. That skill didn’t leak into her social aptitude, however, for she only really talked to Engel and not many other people. Every time Trinity tried to speak with her she shied away because she was nervous or something. Oh well, didn’t wanna push the girl too hard. If she tapped Eileen and she shattered something told Cormac that would come out of her paycheck.
She stepped in anyways.
“Ah, Commander Werner and Paulsen. Sleeping on the job are we, Commander?” Trinity put on a coy smile while she strolled over to the desk and leaned onto with her palms reverse-gripped onto the edge. Her smile didn’t waver, but her brown eyes flitted over to the couch where Eileen and Engel were having a conversation.
“I hate to interrupt your conversation, but I have important business to report. You’ll get a kick out of my misery, I’m sure.” Agent Cormac sighed heavily, right foot crossed in front of her left and tapping the linoleum tile beneath her mindlessly yet rhythmically. Truth be told she was impatient and wanted to go grab one of the sandwiches herself. Anything to put her condiment conundrum to rest.
[attr="class","letitscroll"]If he got up now, he’d have a hour to eat lunch, but if he ate, he’d miss out on sleep and only have four hours to work on. Not that that was any different than usual. He really needed to work on mastering the art of twenty minute nap sequences so he could just stay awake as long as he needed. Maybe he should call Sera to check on he—Oh right it was a weekday, she was in school around now. Wait, was it a week day? He pulled his satellite phone from his pocket and tapped the button to simply check the date and time. Upon seeing the numbers, a perplexed expression fell upon the sleepy commander.
When the hell did it become Wednesday?
Eugh… He dropped the phone on his chest and shut his eyes, finally deciding to forfeit just twenty more minutes to his desire to sleep further.
“Engel?”
Well, twenty seconds works too. His eyes creaked open to slowly trail over to the pink haired woman whispering at a volume that was hardly a whisper. Who was tha—A couple of blinks to unblur his sleepy vision revealed the familiar face of his desk mate. Not a desk mate as in they shared a desk, more so in the fact Eileen claimed his desk was her third home. She hovered around so much, he ended up having to dedicate a whole drawer to her candy she kept leaving there.
“Are you sleeping?” Clearly not anymore, Eileen. “I can smell the sandwich lady.” Engel’s brows rose slightly at that comment, watching her take a seat and briefly noting the fact she had a bag of Skittles. As much as he enjoyed feeding her candy addiction, she did need to eat some legitimate food. Especially now that he was getting a better look at her, he would notice that she looked almost, if not just, as tired as he was. She must have just finished her recent eighteen hour work surge. The idea of him working eighteen hours straight was cringe worthy, but then it briefly dawned on him that he did basically do that, just with a hour long break in between each shift… Or just a long enough break to sleep, then back to work.
More options were set out in front of him and Engel briefly held a flat expression at his current situation. Sleep or eat and hang out with Eileen? The latter was certainly tempting but sleep was so nice and such a rare privilege to have. Shifting his weight to prop his torso up on his elbows, Engel’s head slowly bobbed to the side to look at Eileen as he considered the options. Just as he was about to answer though, pink appeared in the corner of his eye. There was a long pause as just the glance was enough to make him aware of just who it was that had made her way into the break room. Tilting his head to the side and glancing over at Trinity, he gave a light smirk at the coy greeting.
It seemed his decision was made with the arrival of the third party. Pushing up further until he was sitting up, Engel covered his mouth to muffle a yawn while Trinity would carry on with her typical sassy manner of speaking. Another commander may have been displeased, but Engel had come to be well associated with this Special Agent and well adjusted to her shenanigans. It seemed his break would be cut a little short with the apparent report that needed to be made, but with the promise of entertainment with this report, he wouldn’t complain. Sitting up and stretching with a brief groan, Engel would look over at his timid co-worker, Eileen.
“A sandwich sounds good, I finished off Sera’s bento while I was working” he finally answered, “I’ll show you the picture I took of it before I ate it later.” His gaze drifted back over to Trinity. “Well, Cormac, I’ll have you know I am on break, so…” he trailed off with a brief chuckle, leaving that as his excuse for why he was sleeping. Clearing his throat and slowly getting up from his seat, Engel grabbed the jacket he’d tossed over the back of his couch and simply slung it over his shoulder. “Think you can tell me while we walk? Sandwich lady’s here, apparently” he commented. “All this sleeping can really work up the appetite” he playfully tacked on and glanced over at Eileen to see if she was getting back up to follow them. The moment she started to make her way out of the break room, and if Trinity was alright with it, he’d be following them off to the sandwich lady.
Post by Eileen Paulsen on Jul 3, 2014 11:46:35 GMT -5
NOTHING I'VE EVER DONE RIGHT HAPPENED ON THE SAFE SIDE
Thinking about it, maybe she should have left him alone to sleep and gone down and got a sandwich to leave him for when he woke up. Because sleep looked like a particularly nice idea right about now, and he probably didn't get enough of it. After her own lunch Eileen was already considering just hobbling back to her computer lab, pulling her futon out from under the desk, and taking a nice long nap right there at the office. The only other option was catching a ride back to her apartment somehow; events had transpired to leave her airstream far too far away to walk to and not worth the drive, at least in her current state of near-exhaustion.
As Engel pushed himself up on his arms, Eileen mirrored the way his head tilted to the side and waited, her fingertips rubbing the top of the Skittles bag. Poor Engel. Not enough food, not enough sleep, not enough skitties. And no rich husband yet. She would have to enact a plan of some sort to start remedying all these things.
It was then that the Lady in Pink swept into the break room, and Eileen's gaze flicked off Engel to watch Trinity Cormac in all her superhero-costumed glory. As she and Engel were greeted, Eileen simply raised her hand and waved slightly, affecting an awkward impression of a smile.
She actually liked Engel's subordinate, but hadn't quite perfected how to, you know, communicate with her with whole sentences yet. She was working on being less weird right off the bat (even though she forgot this goal the great majority of the time), and the only thing she could think of saying most of the time was that Trinity's uniform was cool. It was like having a real superhero around, and plus Eileen had seen every episode of the children's show that the outfit was undoubtedly based on.
Also, Trinity Cormac was good at banter. It amused her, and it amused Engel, and that was an extra plus.
Eileen's gaze drifted back off Trinity and over to Engel again as he confirmed a desire for a sandwich and mentioned having already eaten the bento from Sera. Wait, did he- yes, he had taken a picture first. Good Engel. Eileen gave a satisfied nod and got to opening her messenger bag, dropping the candy in a front pocket and pulling out her coin purse. As Engel stood, Eileen followed suit, hopping off the arm of the couch and adjusting the strap of her bag. She was ready for sandwiches, and glided her way over to the door, stopping there and leaning a little against the door frame to wait for them.
With her other superiors, she would have bothered to be more formal. With Engel, she knew she could get away with a bit of good rapport and camaraderie. Though, she knew from her childhood to respect people that respected her back in positions of power. Her mother’s tirades back in her childhood were more than enough to make that lesson stick in her skull. Otherwise, she might have gotten a handprint stuck on her ass. Ouch. She’d play around with him, but he would still be Commander Werner. Never Engel, always Werner.
“So you want to go eat sandwiches? Sure, as long as it’s not hot dogs. I’ve decided to cut hot dogs out of my diet.” Trinity covered her mouth to cough, clearing out her throat. She swore she felt mustard crusting up on the inside dislodge and slide down her throat. She wasn’t sure if it was a psychological defensive mechanism or something really, truly happening, but she couldn’t possibly care less. Hot dogs were the literal devil. She pushed herself off the desk and crossed her arms, cocking her hip to one side. Dinner conversations with the commander never ceased to amaze her. At least some parts of her job were fun and void of condiments.
She tried to keep a fair amount of space from Eileen out of fear the poor girl would explode if she stepped too close to her. Trinity returned the small smile with one of her own. Her boots clacked against the title as the trio made their way out of the hallway. Trinity took the lead but making sure not to leave her co-workers in the dust. She had to lead story time, after all. Nothing enriched break time like a good story. There’d be action, conflict, things blowing up, climax, mayo, things that Trinity never would have even dreamed of telling someone else. Interpol was something special alright.
“I’ll keep the natter to a minimum. So, essentially, I chased down a bank robber that was resisting arrest in Phenac today. Well, it was a little bit before lunch time…” Trinity’s voice trailed off while she took a moment to collect her thoughts. Starting to feel she was outpacing her co-workers the pink officer stopped on her heels to allow them to close the distance. “So the food carts were setting up. I may have gotten a little overeager and tackled the guy. There may have been a hot dog cart in the way. I may have gotten so soaked in mustard that my hair lightened a few shades.” Another pause. “I may have just came in from the dry cleaners. Meat everywhere. The higher ups better be paying for my dry cleaning bill, Commander.” Trinity snorted, incident till too soon in her memory for her to personally find any humor in it. She was sure that, in the near future, she could laugh as heartily as her co-workers were undoubtedly about to.
Her turn would come to laugh at some mishap of their’s anyway. It was very much a give and take relationship.
“I need a drink. Or six. S’The usual choices open for lunch?” Trinity was old enough to legally drink, but she made sure never to go overboard. There were rules and regulations in place regarding how long an officer must be sober before reporting into work and she never once came into work with alcohol in her system. Drug tests were common in personnel type jobs and if she lost her job over something so trivial…well, it’d never happen. She still wanted to go out and have a nice drink this weekend. Maybe a fine wine because hard liquor wasn’t her forte.
[attr="class","letitscroll"]With a nod from the tech guru, Engel watched her start to get ready to head out before he glanced back over at their pink suited co-worker. With the sight of Eileen passing him from the corner of his eye, he made his way to the door. “So you want to go eat sandwiches? Sure, as long as it’s not hot dogs. I’ve decided to cut hot dogs out of my diet.” The words from Trinity made Engel’s tired face turn into a puzzled one as he looked over at her. Coughing and clearing her throat, he would stop at the doorway and simply eye this most curious Special Agent Cormac. Had she watched one of those videos about how hot dogs are made, or dared to look up the ingredients? Sometimes, ignorance was indeed bliss.
Not taking the time to really ask why Trinity would specifically cut hot dogs from her diet, Engel simply got to work on pulling open the door for the two girls he was now walking with. He was sure the agent would disclose that information shortly. Little to his surprise, Cormac would blaze past them to the front of the group and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. It was just like her to march right up to the front, ready to take the lead here. Had he been an impatient man, Cormac would’ve blown his mind a long while ago. With a smile to Eileen and a nod of his head towards the door to gesture for her to head on through, Engel would bring up the back before he moved to walk next to Eileen. He kept to the side of her the faced the floor where many other agents bustled about to keep up with the paper work and heading off to work. The trio smoothly moved along the floor, and despite the ambience, Engel could hear Trinity’s epic tale of The Agent, the Robber, and the Unfortunate Hot Dog Collision.
“I’ll keep the natter to a minimum. So, essentially, I chased down a bank robber that was resisting arrest in Phenac today. Well, it was a little bit before lunch time…” As she trailed off, Engel simply set a look on Eileen as if to give her a warning that this was going to be one hell of a tale, no doubt. A resisting criminal and lunch time? This was certainly the source of the reason for the hot dog cut. “So the food carts were setting up.” Yep, called it. “I may have gotten a little overeager and tackled the guy.” Cormac? Overeager? Never. “There may have been a hot dog cart in the way. I may have gotten so soaked in mustard that my hair lightened a few shades.” He may have been feeling like the word ‘may’ was not referring to what she possibly did, but what Cormac did indeed do. “I may have just came in from the dry cleaners. Meat everywhere. The higher ups better be paying for my dry cleaning bill, Commander.” Engel quirked a brow at that and snorted himself, smirking ever so slightly as he fought off his urge to break out laughing.
“I don’t think they cover the cleaning bill for uniforms, Cormac” he informed, before sighing in content. He was certainly more awake now courtesy of that report though. “Although, they will probably have to cover the cost of that hot dog stand. You didn’t totally demolish the poor man, or woman’s, stand, right?” he inquired before Cormac went right for the booze. Humming softly in thought concerning the drinks, he looked up briefly before giving a curt nod and looked over at Trinity. “I think most of ‘em should be opening around now, but I’m going to be sticking with the sandwiches for now. I have another shift starting in a hour” he explained, shrugging slightly. He dug into his pocket, pulling out his Satellite Phone and flicked through the pages for a moment before pulling up his pictures. Clicking on the most recent image, he offered the phone to Eileen.
“Sera’s bento today, by the way” he explained. Today’s bento had been a Joltik theme, the adorable yellow tick like Pokemon took up the whole theme with its cuteness. The box was pretty much inspired by Sera finally meeting Engel’s recently acquired mini-taser. This Joltik in question could actually be seen peeking out of the collar of Engel’s shirt. It was fortunate he wasn’t that ticklish or Tik would’ve had him spazzing all over the place.
Post by Ace Venchurro on Jul 10, 2014 20:31:14 GMT -5
somebodyloveme
I CAN BE BEAUTIFUL IF ONLY YOU'D GIVE ME A CHANCE
Earlier that day... Ace yawned. He leaned back in his swirly chair as he placed his feet on the desk. Three monitors flickered in front of him as he scrolled down a profile of a robber he was supposed to be tracking down. However, a few things were distracting him. For one, the other two monitors on his desk were hardly anything work related. One was a indie game that he had found surfing the web for the robber. He thought it looked cool, it was a game where you had to crawl through the dungeon and find the princess at the end but not before beating a Salamence or something along those lines. Ace had beaten it a while ago, he just didn't bother to close out the tab. The other monitor simply was a social site that Ace had logged onto. However, he didn't partically care about the other people's lives that are updated by the minute. But again, he didn't want to close the tab.
The young tracker stretched out on his chair, straightening out his legs as he crossed them, placing his hands behind his head. He didn't exactly find this case interesting, he honestly could have figured out where this robber had gone within ten minutes. Ace sighed, blowing his hair upward as he sat up right in his chair as he fiddled around with the third screen."And there, done." Ace said, yawning again as he stood up to grab the files off of the printer. He looked over the information as he exited his office, mumbling something about how the robber was an idiot for staring directly into the security camera before they left. Was he taking a selfie or something? Whatever the case was, it just made Ace's job easier. And he needed easy jobs today. Once again, he had pulled an all nighter and was dead on his feet the next morning. However, he had to go into work today. So he dragged himself out of bed and dragged himself into the office.
Walking out, he tried to find Trinity to tell her that he had found the guy's accomplice but had no luck. He figured she was out doing something important. Another yawn escaped as he tucked the files under his arm and went to the break room. Glancing around and outside of the room, Ace placed the files underneath his head and wrapped his arms around himself. Since no one was around at this point of the day, it was the perfect place to sneak a nap. He didn't really want to walk back to his office either, it was too long of a walk. It was just going to be a quick nap anyway, he would be gone before the lunch hour rush would come in. With his mind becoming foggy, Ace let the sleep take over.
Upon hearing voices, Ace tried to turn over, thinking he was in a bed. Oh, he wasn't.
THUD.
Ace fell onto the floor with a loud thud, he quickly stood up and glanced around the room with panic. "Huh, what, Mom I swear I wasn't over sleeping again!" He said. However, it took him a moment to realize where he was. Oh yeah, he had fallen asleep in the break room. What he didn't figure out though was who's voices it was that had woken him up. Glancing outside, he noticed Engel, Eileen and Trinity outside the break room chatting away. Yawning, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and placed the chair back on its feet. Taking the files, that were now slightly crunched up because of his nap, he came out of the break room and handed them to Trinity. "Here, I located the other suspect for you." He said. Glancing over at Eileen, Ace had to wonder how Engel could stand someone like her. Feline lovers were not to be trusted, Ace learned that the hard way. The extremely hard way.
He glanced at the phone as Engel passed it to Eileen, looking over her shoulder and whistling, impressed. Sera always made cute bentos for her brother. Ace was always trying to get one of those bentos for himself but always failed. He always resorted to buying a sandwich from the local store instead.
Post by Eileen Paulsen on Jul 11, 2014 12:33:03 GMT -5
NOTHING I'VE EVER DONE RIGHT HAPPENED ON THE SAFE SIDE
With Engel joining her at the door, that just left Miss Trinity, and Eileen looked back at her with a curious expression still mildly sleepy in its execution. What was wrong with hot dogs? Hot dogs were fantastic. Well. They were fantastic most of the time. There was that one time back home in Castelia with the divorce attorney and the jar of dijon mustard. If her father was in the business of public safety citations, there would have been a truckload.
Eileen shuffled a bit off to the side as Engel started pulling the door open, leaning against the wall and sliding open her coin purse to inspect the contents. Enough to pay for hers and Engel's, definitely. That would be kind of rude, though, wouldn't it be? To pay for theirs but not Trinity's? Maybe she could be sneaky about it. She peered up, watching the other woman lead the way out before looking up to check Engel. At the nod, she moved to stick her head partially out the door to look into the hallway, then ducking out and trailing after Trinity. Engel moved to walk on her "undefended" side, and she briefly smiled up at him as he blocked on the passing personnel that she likely would have been staring down otherwise. She exchanged another look with him as Trinity started her story, and listened, head tilted slightly as the The Case of the Hotdog Fiasco was told.
She almost laughed, her lips pulling up into a wide smile. If nothing more than for the unlikeliness of dry cleaning expenses being covered. She caught Engel resisting out of the corner of her eye, though, so she simply cupped her hands over her mouth for a moment. Her coin purse fell down onto her wrist via its strap and she rubbed her hands over her face, still trying to wake up. Mmm . . . hot dogs actually did sound kind of good right now. She could get one of those sausage sandwiches with the peppers and onions on it, maybe. She blinked, looking up at Engel's offered phone and breaking out with a small grin as Engel explained. She accepted the phone, peering down at the joltik-adorned lunch box.
D'aaaaaw it's the fluffy baby. "It's perfect, just like always." She had been all over Tik from the moment Engel had brought the little guy in. He was so cute, just crawling around on the tiny little feet and purring when she petted him. She glanced up at Engel again as though to check if the little bug was lurking, which he was, and she grinned again, turning back to the phone to send the photo to herself. Her tumblr collage was heavenly.
Having been so focused on the bento, away in her own world, she hadn't noticed Ace come shuffling out into the hall to hand the papers off to Trinity, and it wasn't until she was turning to hand Engel's phone back to him that she registered the younger Interpol agent out of the corner of her eye. In response she jumped just slightly, half a step forward and wobbling for a second, then looking back at him over her shoulder. Her eyes narrowed.
"Oh."
She wouldn't have had any particular problem with him. Except that he hated skitties and was highly suspicious of her and that made him highly suspicious. She resumed handing Engel's phone back to him, her coin purse with the Glameow applique clearly, purposefully visible to him as it continued to dangle from her wrist. "We're going to get sandwiches," she explained, tone somewhat flat even though it was somewhat an attempt to be civil. No one could say she didn't try.
Trinity heaved her usual sigh, figuring the higher-ups wouldn’t help her in her time of need. If it kept money in their pockets, they’d nickel and dime her for everything she owned. Thankfully, Engel assured her she wouldn’t be paying for the cost of the hot dog cart itself. Well, at least that was something. “To the surprise of no one.” She quipped. At least the job got done. As for the state of the stand in general, well…Trinity shook her head. Recalling the incredulous display of fuckery from the perpetrator did Trinity no favors.
“It was…salvageable. Just like my pride and reputation. They’ll live.” A shrug accompanied her words. She hated being so nonchalant about it, but if she took the situation too seriously she might burst into hives. Would her bosses cover the cost of medicine for her hives? Doubtful. The only thing they could cover was their own expenses and their own asses. At least her own captain presented himself reasonably, it made the job much more bearable. Even now, telling him and Eileen about her struggle, made her able to chuckle slightly. Tragedy plus time equaled comedy.
“Unfortunately, my shift doesn’t end for a while. You know the rules, be sober for at least twelve hours before going into work…not that I go overboard. If they drug tested me and found even a smidgen of alcohol in my system I’d be up a creek. Sandwiches will suffice.” It was five o’clock somewhere, just not in Phenac City. Oh well, she could take a glass of Chardonay to get the edge off when her shift ended at five. Haha. How convenient. Her gaze landing on Elieen when she covered her mouth was also convenient. The girl tried her best, but she couldn’t seem to contain her laughter. It elicited a snort from Trinity. She glanced over to see the two fools gawking at one of Sera’s bentos, summoning forth a memory where she asked Engel what the deal with the cute bentos were. She pried him of some basic information, but had to leave for work soon after. This was the perfect chance to get some more answers about it!
“I’m sure I’ll be able to laugh as much as you are later. As for the-“ Trinity cut herself off when Ace appeared on the scene. Ah, Ace, one of the people who helped her out with assignments. She didn’t know much about him outside of his quirky mannerisms, but her time with the other agents outside of business ventures was limited. She felt almost embarrassed to ask them out to see the new sentai movie she wanted to see. Eileen might like it, but approaching that girl was like defusing a timebomb except instead of wire cutters Trinity had a basket of eggs with half of them cracked wide open. In other words, enigmatic and difficult. She quietly took the folder, flipping through the main contents. All parts seemed in order, so the field agent tucked the folder against her side and decided she’d have some light reading while the group ate sandwiches. The bento details could wait. “Thanks Venchurro, as Paulsen said we’re going to get sandwiches for break. If you want, we can talk about the details of the report while you’re there. I’ve got to go back into the field in an hour anyways.” Trinity’s responses were firm yet curt. The four agents all being on break at the same time? A rarity, but she yearned for time to understand who she was working with better. Now was as good a time as any!
