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[NeoLeaf]

"My name's ... uh... Devin Jackman?" The boy looked at his new Id card and had read his new name with a confused tone. Better late than never if someone wants to know his new identity in case he is needed for a task. The ebony just blinks at his card and began to rub his fingers around the smooth curved edges of his card.


Though out the vehicles's journey the boy stayed quiet, sitting with his arms folded tightly against his chest, open legs, eyes closed, open mouth and with his head bobbing every few seconds. He's being an airhead about how he had presented himself - he presented himself as a child should. He's not one for first impressions, he doesn't even know anyone here and doesn't really feel attached to anyone in the car. He's fine if someone has an ill opinion of him as long as they don't start judge him from just his panicky mood. He really wants to see if there was an idiot that blew up the research lab. People have said that the lab blew up, but he wants to see this scene with his own eyes. Besides his impatience He cleared his head , closed his eyes and mentally played songs in his head.


Once the car stopped 'Devin Jackman' opened his eyes and slowly glanced at the door of the vehicle. Smacking his mouth and blinking rapidly for a moment he stretched his legs from his seat.


"Ara? We're here?" he said drowsily and yawned.

 

[cojemo]

As the slow jerks and bumps of the van finally came to a halt, Katsumi loosened up his posture in preparation for the mission as he gazed out of the window to asses the situation. It wasn't an exaggeration when the report said that Hasmond Flora had been set ablaze, as if he didn't know any better he'd have assumed the charred remains in front of him had been like that for years. What was it these attackers wanted to accomplish so badly that they'd torch an entire facility to do so? Usually an attack like this would be associated with an Esper research facility, but with plants? Maybe they were just a bunch of terrorists, but Katsuimi's skepticism made him believe there was more to this story than first impressions allowed.


Of course, as expected he wasn't the only one who wanted to know more about what was going on. With a swarm of Anti-Skill milling about the blackened facility, it was quite obvious to anyone that even after a week, investigations hadn't likely gotten the authorities far enough to progress. After all, why would they still be around so long after the supposed attack? Still, he didn't know too well how Anti-Skill ran things, so as far as he knew their were stipulations and laws that were preventing them from getting anywhere. Either way, he'd just have to pray that the privileges they had been given would allow for better results.


Glancing down at the I.D card he held in his hand, Katsumi ran his fingers down the side of the card, let out a deep breath, and made the first bit of progress this mission had by opening the door before peering over his shoulder at his teammates. "Everyone start looking around and see what you can find out. You'll likely have to do some talking, so don't forget that our identification gives us supposed permission to be here. Also, you don't need to split up as getting information from someone may require finesse you don't have, but don't clump together as that'll only prolong this expedition." Then, without waiting for anyone to follow, the boy hopped out of the van and moved on with the mission. Usually he'd be more patient, but honestly he his patience had run out long ago.


There were many ways to tackle this mission, though due to the circumstances it seemed smart to start with what would most likely require the most work. Glancing around, the first thing that stood out to him was a rather loud individual donning a lab coat seemingly being interviewed by what he assumed was another member of Anti-Skill. Perfect. Can't trust my group of bozos to deal with someone like this, so I'd better see what I can do. With a calm and composed demeanor that would make anyone think he was on official business, Katsumi approached the duo with his I.D card extended to the interviewer and a hand out to the man in the coat, hoping he could snag a handshake from the individual. With something like this, he first needed to figure out exactly what was going on, and that was exactly what he planned to do. "Hiroki Hamamoto. Sorry if I'm interrupting, but I couldn't help but notice the commotion going on over here. What seems to be the situation?"

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Interrupted.


Someone had interrupted him.


Cut off mid-sentence by a 'Hiroki Hamamoto', the scientist bearing a name-tag emblazoned "Yukine Kosetsu" swerved his head in the direction of the perpetrator. Black hair, stupid haircut, annoying eyes... Tch. Looked like a pain in the ass.


"The situation?"


Damn it, what was with these useless-ass Anti-Skill mooks? They'd had this mumbling little stain of a guy talking to him for the past four hours now, making him pause every five bloody seconds so he could pen down everything he was saying, and now that they'd finally called someone else in, they hadn't even briefed him beforehand? Where they trying to give him an migraine? Were they trying to shut up him by annoying him until he worked himself up so much that he passed out?


Ugh. They were certainly well on their way if they were.


"Well, Mister Hamamoto, the situation is pretty simple."


"Because you useless mooks at Anti-Skill haven't been able to find any leads on your investigation here, this whole site is being treated as a crime scene. And nobody will let me in!" He stomped in frustration. "Seriously, do you have any idea how long I've been trying to get inside!? There's a whole level of underground crops in there that could be in tact, but nobody will let me access them!. What if some of them survived!? Do you think they're going to stay that way inside a soot filled building for much longer!?" His voice quickly raising as he spoke, the white coated scientist talked with none of the grace or passivity that one would expect of a botanist, a guise of broiling rage taking the place of whatever level of reason the man would usually possess. And, he directed all of that at the young 'Mister Hamamoto', funneling his week-long built up frustrations towards the would-be secret agent.