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[attr="class","letitscroll"]… Agent West proceeded to follow the target through the abandoned building. The target’s path is marked on the included copy of the building’s blue prints. At the X, he unleashed a Houndoom and proceeded to start fighting back – resisting arrest – and starting the fire that would burn down the building…
A long sigh slid out of the exhausted man’s mouth and he slowly set the file he was reading down to give his eyes a break. Arceus, maybe he needed to beat into some of the recruits’ heads that the city didn’t pay for all those damages or something… Bringing his hands up to his face to rub it slowly, his eyes travelled to the side to study the glowing numbers of the stereo quietly playing rather old country music. It was yet again another ungodly hour of the night and here he was, not sleeping. Many voices of reason had told him over the years he needed to stop this terrible habit of pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion, but shit wasn’t going to get done by itself. Nor could he really afford to clock out and go home right now, because someone had to pay the bills you know?
Trying to lean forward and get back into reading the file proved unproductive as just a few minutes into reading it, the call of slumber pulled Engel’s head down onto his desk with a mighty painful thud. Reeling back in surprise, he pushed his braced hand to his forehead and let out a harsh scoff in response. Okay, maybe a smoke break and a walk around the headquarters would wake him back up long enough to let him finish this shift tonight. Just one more day and he was home free, he reminded himself before getting up. Flicking the folder closed and grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair, Engel would tug it on and start out the door of his office. The floor was shrouded in shadows honestly as most of the workers had gone home for the night, though a quick glance to the side would reveal that Diederich was still in his office at this hour. Nothing new there, the man almost worked just as much as Engel did.
Making his way for the elevator to firstly be taken down to the closest floor with access to the outdoors, Engel stepped outside for his smoke break and left his office be for the time being. Papers were pinned all over the walls about developments regarding team activity acted as reminders of his constant growing mountains of paperwork on his desk. One of the stacks of folders being needed to be assigned to specific agents, while another stack of folders had sticky notes on them already depicting who would be doing which assignment. On the other side of the desk besides Engel’s monitor were a few stacks of reports he aimed to have completed by the end of the night shift so he could crash on the couch in his office as usual.
Being outside with the cigarette perched on his lips, he didn’t harbor on the workload but shifted his focus to checking his phone. Arceus, it was late… And no messages, so it seemed Sera was probably doing well, too. He flicked the phone shut and glanced back up at the sky over Wizen City. Being in the middle of the city, it was hard to see the stars, but after one impromptu trip to the middle of the desert at night with Sera, he found the sky was just as beautiful out here as it was back in Orre’s desert. No trees blocking the view, the desert may have gotten bitterly cold at night, but it did nothing to ruin the view. After a few moments, he glanced back to his phone to see that Eileen had been spamming him with links and he casually began to go through with them as an excuse to finish off a second cigarette before heading back inside.
Rather than head straight for his office though, Engel took a brief detour to check out the break room. Raid the fridge for whatever was left of the bento from his sister, and raid the vending machines for snacks and a drink – cheap but effective food for the win, right?
Post by Crispin Mercer on Mar 14, 2015 11:56:14 GMT -5
THINK ABOUT THE GOOD TIMES AND
NEVER LOOK BACK
IT'S NOTHING AT ALL
[attr="class","mwscroll"]Interpol had no quitting time, but it slowed at night. Top brass went home to their families, secretaries packed it in, service staff closed up shop, and units dwindled down to the diehards and insomniacs. It looked like a sleeping giant from the outside. A nearly empty parking lot and floor after floor of darkened windows. The back security checkpoints always remained lit and guarded, though, hinting subtly at the tech units that never ceased their monitoring, the skeleton crews that held lines open for the undercovers, and the A-Teams pulling 24/7 shifts until the cases got closed.
Cris didn't have business with any of those tonight, though. Apparently the guy on his list was just a workaholic. It probably should have been a bad thing, that he kept finding upsides to murder. Like the fact that it had saved him several tons of paperwork his future would have undoubtedly been filled with. Why he ever for a minute thought he wanted the officer's eat was beyond him.
Cell phone activity - best not to ask how he checked that - placed Engel Werner at his place of work despite it being hours after a normal shift and him with no urgent cases currently running. And best not to ask how he knew that. The rest just came down to knowing what floor and office he was in, neither of which was a secret. He had been through here once for a look already, anyway. He knew the layout.
No one saw him come up. If they had there probably would have been questions, because not many people knew him around here, and the utilitarian black t-shirt didn't exactly engender feelings of professionalism and legitimacy. This was the good thing about only entering agency property at night though, it skipped a lot of the bullshit. There was one other agent in Werner's unit space, the short one, Diederich, but he saw the office light on from a ways off and steered clear.
Werner's office was empty, but the stereo was on, the open door and work scattered across his desk all seeming to indicate he was coming right back. Cris stood in the doorway for a moment, then looked back over his shoulder at the empty hallway. He couldn't hear anyone coming. Ender, the Poochyena that had been silently trotting along beside him, peered up curiously.
"Keep an eye out."
The dog laid down just inside the doorway, ears perked, and Cris went inside.
The office as a whole got a cursory glance, but Cris was more interested in the ground zero that was his potential business partner's desk. Glancing once over to Ender still guarding the door, he had no issue simply beginning to look over the mounds of paperwork on display. Careful not to move anything or leave any indication that he had been there, he flipped open folders, scanning any notes Werner had made, checking the progress of the report he was currently on - the mention of the fire earned a few extra seconds of skimming - before doing a once over of the sticky notes. And quickly concluding that the man should be banned from them. Cris knew a perky human resources clerk back in Tynntill who had this exact same habit and he was pretty sure she lost more notes than she ever completed the tasks for.
Next he moved on to opening drawers, because consideration for privacy didn't exist at the moment, starting with the file-sized ones at the bottom. The first was indeed files, which was boring, and he flicked through a couple before moving to the next. The drawer gave a little when he tried to pull on it and he needed to leverage it upward slightly to get it to pull out. Something interesting maybe?
. . . Candy. A small mini-mart's worth of every brand you could think of in every variety you didn't know existed. Enough to make a person wonder if he was dealing it on the side. Either way, it looked like some kind of vice.
Crispin would have preferred bourbon.
He closed the drawer and with an eyeroll moved on to the next one, and by this point he was starting to wonder if he had walked into the wrong office. Maybe they had resident high school student hanging around, offering her expert consulting skills to matters of slumber parties and prom dates because that shit looked like a diary or something-
Ender rose from his place at the door and wandered over to hop up on the couch and lay down, looking over at Cris with a head tilt before resting his head on his front paws. Cris closed the drawer, shooting a brief glare at it as though to say he would be back for it later, and moved to join the Poochyena on the shadow-draped couch. He put his feet up on the table, and waited for Engel Werner's belated entrance.
Post by Engel Werner on Apr 6, 2015 14:04:38 GMT -5
There was really nothing to warn him about what, or more accurately who, he was about to walk in on. As far as he was concerned, any random late night visitors waited for him outside his office’s door. They’d sit in one of the cheap chairs lined up against the window wall that separated his office from the rest of the pace, and likely be nervously and restlessly shifting about in that chair. He never did get a pleasant impromptu late night visit, he noticed. When starting down the hall that let him get a glimpse into his office, Engel Werner didn’t notice anyone had entered the open door while he was away. Mentally he noted he should probably work on closing that door behind himself more often, so the auto-locking mechanism would protect the confidential material he stored in there.
Sighing softly at the thought, he just shook his head to dismiss it. He just wanted to get back to working, not give himself another reason to go grab a cigarette. Well, working and eating, because he hadn’t realized just how much of Sera’s bento was left over and it was like the angels were singing when he opened it up to reveal such a lovely portion of food was left. Grabbing it and a water bottle he brought from home with the label missing, splurging a little on a couple of energy drinks, and a snack bar, Engel was prepared to wake himself up for this final all-nighter, he was sure of it. However, his little spree for food and drinks would prove pointless as he got to the door way of his office.
There was someone on his couch and he did not recognize him. The exhausted Commander immediately paused at that sight and slowly tilted his head as he stepped into his office slowly. The way the man sat made it difficult to see his face in the limited lighting for the moment, leaving Engel more in the dark than he’d like. He reached to the side and flicked on the light for his office. The moment Crispin Mercer was properly revealed by the light, Engel could nearly strangle his tired mind’s immediate response.
Oh hot damn.
Engel's face was red, his eyes were wide, he was clearly too tired to properly control his natural response to the sight of the stunning red head on his couch. Part of his brain almost started to go into cliché detective movie rambles, like a private detective in a sepia or black and white movie that was always monologing everything to themselves and how everything changed when she walked in… Except Engel was the one who walked in, and the beautiful life changer was a man, but that was definitely more of Engel’s ta—
Stop.
As Crispin looked over at him by this point, Engel snapped himself out of his brief daze. Before he realized what he was doing, he was already speaking to the good looking fellow on his couch. “Can I help you?” he began, though despite still having pink cheeks and that previous moment of woah, his tone sounded tired and slightly annoyed. At least he was definitely more awake by now. He turned to set his gathered stash from the break room in an empty chair by his desk, before turning to lean against the desk, cross his arms, and look back to Crispin to show the red head had his attention.
[attr="class","longnotes"]And in that moment, Engel had a man crush on Crispin. Sleepy Engel is like full on dork mode in his head, and almost fails to be serious becuase of it. Good going ya dork.
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Post by Crispin Mercer on Apr 26, 2015 15:37:59 GMT -5
THINK ABOUT THE GOOD TIMES AND
NEVER LOOK BACK
IT'S NOTHING AT ALL
[attr="class","mwscroll"]It was not the most impressive first couple of seconds of their business partnership, though if Cris was generous he guessed he could give the guy points for at least noticing he was there in the dark, even in what looked like a near stupor of exhaustion.
Cris didn't so much as blink as the lights flicked on, watching the younger man with a entirely neutral expression while the other seemed to be going into some kind of episode. Yeah, Cris wasn't delving into that one at this time of night, not without a couple of beers. Instead he went about reminding himself that Engel Werner was skilled, once of the youngest commanders in Bureau history, that he had done good work in Kalos, this was not a wasted trip, diaries aside.
His handler would probably be chiding him for being too judgemental again. Thankfully, his handler was not here, so Crispin could resist pulling out this guy's service record to doublecheck it in peace.
Werner recovered fast enough. His face didn't quite get over the baffling expression he had early but the tone of his voice was something more familiar to Cris - namely tired annoyance.
I don't know. Can you?
Not responding right away, Cris' eyes drifting over what Engel had brought from the break room, to the paperwork behind him on his desk, and then back to the commander. Ender was still sitting beside him on the couch, the Poochyena's head tilted expectantly at Engel. After a moment he slid down to the floor and trotted over to sit at his feet, peering up at him. He wanted food but would settle for petting.
Well, the commander had at least one more vote in his favor. And Cris trusted dogs more than most anyone else.
Cris gave a short sigh and shifted to sit up. What he had in mind required more explanation than he really felt like giving, but the world was full of irritation you pretty much just had to deal with. With a side glance up at Engel, he stated simply, "This is a pretty long way from Richissime."
He could take his pick of what that implied. That Cris had been there, that he was familiar with the operation, that he had been keeping an eye on Engel and his unit - or all of the above, which was the correct answer. Seeing how Engel would react to it would be nice, but honestly Cris just hadn't worked himself up into a more sociable mood yet.
Though that did suggest that he had a sociable mood, and many would consider that misleading.
Coming down from the initial shock of the sight of Mr. Oh Hot Damn in his office, Engel’s face steadily retreated back to his natural pasty complexion. Unfortunately, his natural skin tone would also reveal the dark bags under his eyes, a clear sign that tonight was not the only all-nighter the Commander was pulling in order to get things done. Many people would have been dying to go home days ago, and it would be a lie to say Engel wasn’t one of them. God he missed his bed, even if his mattress wasn’t that great. Sera was probably lonely as well… But after all this time she understood why things were like this. Duty called, bills had to be paid, etcetera.
There was no immediate response other than the sight of the man’s Poochyena hopping down to trot over to Engel. The young man glanced down at the Pokémon quietly as it took a seat and looked at him almost like he was expecting something. After a brief consideration, Engel knelt down and offered his hand for the Poochyena to sniff it and familiarize himself with Engel before the Commander took to gently scratching behind the Pokémon’s ear. Crispin would begin to react by this point and Engel directed his tired gaze over to the stunning redhead before him. He brought up Richissime and Engel’s petting paused. Now he stared intently at Crispin as if trying to recognize him, but the man didn’t ring a single bell from the Richissime incident.
“… It is, yes” he replied and tilted his head slightly. “It’s been a bit since then, too, though you’re not the first to suddenly bring it up. Looking into the case? The unit that came with me were all there if you’re here to do questioning and the typical cross checking with reports and bleh.” he remarked with a shrug. Giving the Poochyena a final scratch behind the ears, he slowly rose back up to his feet and turned his tired teal eyes to his food. Grabbing one of the snacks, he turned back to Crispin. “Or were you there, too?” he questioned, tearing open the package and eyeing the snack bar he grabbed. Damn, this wasn’t the one he wanted, but regardless, he took a bite of it and glanced back up at Crispin. Chewing slightly, he brought up a hand to stay in front of his mouth as he spoke again so to save Crispin from the sight of the chewed up food in his mouth. “Or, given the time of night, and the fact that none of my agents are hardly ever in the office at this time of the night, does this have to do more with me personally and that was just the most current noteworthy incident you felt was still relevant to bring up to get this moving?”
He swallowed his bite and took another, now just casually watching Crispin and waiting for a response or clarification on the ever so vague comment the redhead made.
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Post by Crispin Mercer on Jun 5, 2015 12:02:31 GMT -5
THINK ABOUT THE GOOD TIMES AND
NEVER LOOK BACK
IT'S NOTHING AT ALL
[attr="class","mwscroll"]The Poochyena seemed satisfied enough with Engel, and that paired with the fact that the man seemed actually capable of coherent, logical thought even in the face of complete exhaustion, ambiguous distraction, and hunger were enough for Cris to just say screw it when it came to any lingering doubts about the commander or this planned arrangement. He was tired of dealing with it anyway. Enough time had been sunk into vetting Werner and his team that the thought of going over it again with someone else made just forcibly hijacking a field office sound more feasible.
(Had one of the most notable Interpol partnerships of Nue branch history been decided by a pleased dog? . . . Possibly.)
Cris did scoff quietly at the guess that he was there in some kind of internal affairs capacity. Though actually some could argue that he was, just not in the irritating extent that Engel suggested. But did he look like he was there to push paper around and squint across tables at people who had better things to do?
He merely inclined his head at the question of being and Richissime, and went on dryly watching the commander get situated with his late night snack, almost feeling sorry for him. Snack bars were like, that resort food. His next theory hit the mark, and Cris shifted restless to sit up straighter, very much wishing to just get through with this.
"You're competent, and the higher ups like you but you're not a suck up," he observed frankly, in the way it was clear that he had been watching Engel, assumably since Richissime. "So if there was an off the books operation being run in Wizen by the Flash City office, you might be a good candidate to be in on it."