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"Oh. I see." Minnie ducked into a slouch and raised a hand to brush her white-painted nails against her cheek. Her eyes, azure and omniscient, saw and saw through Jason, Lea and Jackson, who averted his gaze upon eye contact. How tricky. What could she say in a situation such as this? There was a difficult request, and then there was a simple death wish. Jester had escaped from the clutches of the CCG on numerous occasions, each time taking with him the lives of some of their most valued investigators. Surely it was suicide to send a rookie like Jackson out onto the field. Unless it was a last resort, his involvement could and should be avoided.
"Lambert. You asked to join the investigation, didn't you?" she finally said in her crisp and clear voice, in a tone Jackson was all too familiar with. Upon hearing his name, Jackson's head shot up and he found himself stupidly nodding a sheepish, submissive nod.
Satisfied that she had the boy's attention, Minnie found the words to continue. "I hope you - and Lea, for that matter - realise the magnitude of the case. Jester is no C-rated ghoul. He's killed a lot of people."
"Mrs G-Graham, I was -" began Jackson.
"Jason here would know, I believe. One of his best squad members was taken by Jester if I'm not mistaken. This isn't something we can just hand over to our Rank Threes."
"Yeah, I know, but -"
"But what?"
"I thought that, err, I could maybe take Adrian with me. If Jason thinks, um, that it's okay, of course. I think Adrian's been dying to get out on a mission, and if I can stay by him, then -"
Minnie silenced Jackson mid-sentence with that same stare again. It wasn't exactly an angry stare; there was no blazing heat in her eyes, no disappointment. Just confusion.
"Lea, Jason," Minnie said, turning her head to the side to address the younger senior investigators, "What do you two think about this?"
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Carol brushed her shoulders off with a hand, one by one removing the dust accumulated within the last four minutes since her departure from the office.
"Hmm, intriguing," the woman remarked as Adrian took to the punching bag with a powerful kick. Quick. Powerful. Not very strong. The choice of activity was unexpected from somebody like Adrian, who had a thin frame with thighs more muscular than calves. He was built for agility, not kick-boxing. Unpredictable. Maybe he could catch an enemy off-guard if he didn't have to carry a quinque around with him. Carol began to make notes on a small pad of paper.
"Adrian! Come here for a second, would you? I've got to talk to you for a bit." she said, raising and widening her arms as if expecting the boy to hug her upon meeting back up.
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