RedZombieWolf
Elder Member
Henry smiled and stepped forward, "I'm Henry Karmozjin" he said, "it's a pleasure to meet you"
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Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Piper nodded. "And I you," she replied. She didn't have a whole lot else to say. "Have you gotten any assignments yet?"
"Hey, Sanja!"
The intern turned to see Shylock coming up behind her. "Hi, Shylock," she greeted. "What's up?"
"I heard there's a good weapons shop around town. I was gonna go check out their handguns if you wanna come — I thought I might have you or Fred enchant something if I buy, and wanted your opinions." Shylock told her.
For a moment it had slipped Sanja's mind that no, Shylock wasn't actually a member of the department and had no access to their weaponry — anything he used, he owned.
"Sure," Sanja nodded.
Shylock smiled and led the way to the weapons and repair shop he had noted on his way in. He stepped in, looking around.
@Dnaleri017
"Hey, Sanja!"
The intern turned to see Shylock coming up behind her. "Hi, Shylock," she greeted. "What's up?"
"I heard there's a good weapons shop around town. I was gonna go check out their handguns if you wanna come — I thought I might have you or Fred enchant something if I buy, and wanted your opinions." Shylock told her.
For a moment it had slipped Sanja's mind that no, Shylock wasn't actually a member of the department and had no access to their weaponry — anything he used, he owned.
"Sure," Sanja nodded.
Shylock smiled and led the way to the weapons and repair shop he had noted on his way in. He stepped in, looking around.
@Dnaleri017
RedZombieWolf
Elder Member
Henry shook his head and said to Piper, "No, in fact I'm not technically a part of the Department yet. I was given an invitation to join, and so far I'm not entirely convinced why I should leave my old job for this one"
Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Piper shrugged. She wasn't the type to pander to gain new members — if they didn't see the point in switching over, that was their business. "One word: Benefits. Anyway, who wouldn't want to work with Greyston? He doesn't whine, complain, try and dump his paperwork on you, or flirt with everything or anything," she added, shooting an amused look at her partner. She was aware, however, that more than one young woman had in fact switched out of similar jobs to join the department because of Greyston or joined out of college after a lecture from him. Piper had never heard of him before she joined, but was glad she's ended up paired with him in the end. "What do you do for a living, Mr. Karmozjin?"
RedZombieWolf
Elder Member
Henry stood proudly and said, "I work for my families private detective agency, we mostly deal with stolen items and cheating spouses. Good pay but somewhat dull work. Thought it'd be less dull here."
Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Piper scoffed. "Oh, it's anything but dull, I can tell you that," she replied.
RedZombieWolf
Elder Member
Henry grinned and said, "I know it won't be, I meant it as a joke of sorts"
Ahava Font
"No, that's okay," Ahava had just pushed the lift's button when she saw Greyston leaning on Piper's office door. She apologized silently towards the people in the lift who's going to curse for stopping on this floor and finding no one needed to get in. Getting both their signature now would save her another return trip, and she can clock in early today. She peeked into Piper's office, "Hi again, Detective Reed. I happened to see Detective Greyston here, and if you both can just sign off the papers for that New Orleans case, it'd be so wonderful."
"No, that's okay," Ahava had just pushed the lift's button when she saw Greyston leaning on Piper's office door. She apologized silently towards the people in the lift who's going to curse for stopping on this floor and finding no one needed to get in. Getting both their signature now would save her another return trip, and she can clock in early today. She peeked into Piper's office, "Hi again, Detective Reed. I happened to see Detective Greyston here, and if you both can just sign off the papers for that New Orleans case, it'd be so wonderful."
BookWyrm
Carpe Librum
As the Department agents moved about in the cafeteria and throughout the building a sudden interference began messing with the tvs and monitors throughout the cafeteria, as well as other areas throughout the building. At first it cut the feed, leaving static, but soon the static cleared, revealing footage of a dark room and a blood smeared floor. Whimpering, no, sobbing could be heard over the audio, drawing attention to the screens. "Hello Department, I see we've finally got our signal to broadcast to your wonderful headquarters." The voice, raspy and harsh, was behind the camera. "By the way, if you had wanted to be inconspicuous with your headquarters, you failed....miserably. But that is a conversation for a different time." The video feed pulled up from the floor to point directly at Mark, the kidnapped agent, who was hanging limply from the chains, his body covered in gashes and stab wounds.
"I think you all know this man, he does happen to work for you. What I don't understand is that his distress beacon had been on for a few hours now, and you haven't come for him. How odd, I thought. Does his friends not care? So, being the helpful individual that I am, I decided to have my coworker hack into your signal feed, which was difficult, but hey when you have some moles in low places you can do anything right? Anyway, back on subject, I just wanted to show you that your friend is alive and not well. And, maybe, not alive for much longer if you don't hurry up." The video moved closer to Mark, who was looking behind the camera in horror. "Cause, I've got to say, I have seemed to work up quite the appetite. And your friend here, with the smell of blood all over him, is looking more tempting as the time clicks on. You have, hmm, two hours to find him, and that began when we activated his distress beacon, so you've already wasted about one hour already. So that leaves you one hour to find him alive. Alive, no guarantees that he'll be whole. And I would advise you to hurry." The camera panned around to look upon a blank mask, Carnifex. "I am not very patient when I'm hungry. I might do something reckless." Carnifex's mask split open into a fanged smile as he dropped the camera. The sounds of Mark screaming blared from the audio before the video feed was cut.
@Elias @Sleipnir
"I think you all know this man, he does happen to work for you. What I don't understand is that his distress beacon had been on for a few hours now, and you haven't come for him. How odd, I thought. Does his friends not care? So, being the helpful individual that I am, I decided to have my coworker hack into your signal feed, which was difficult, but hey when you have some moles in low places you can do anything right? Anyway, back on subject, I just wanted to show you that your friend is alive and not well. And, maybe, not alive for much longer if you don't hurry up." The video moved closer to Mark, who was looking behind the camera in horror. "Cause, I've got to say, I have seemed to work up quite the appetite. And your friend here, with the smell of blood all over him, is looking more tempting as the time clicks on. You have, hmm, two hours to find him, and that began when we activated his distress beacon, so you've already wasted about one hour already. So that leaves you one hour to find him alive. Alive, no guarantees that he'll be whole. And I would advise you to hurry." The camera panned around to look upon a blank mask, Carnifex. "I am not very patient when I'm hungry. I might do something reckless." Carnifex's mask split open into a fanged smile as he dropped the camera. The sounds of Mark screaming blared from the audio before the video feed was cut.
@Elias @Sleipnir
Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Piper frowned, standing up suddenly and turning expectantly to Greyston. She immediately turned to the phone then, dialing the tech staff. She put herself through to Luke and as soon as he answered, she immediately told him, "Luke, get a track on that signal. We have a problem." She said no more, hanging up and immediately shooting out a text to Sanja, simply telling her to get to HQ quickly. @Kylesar1
"Well, it never gets any quieter around here, does it?" Galleytrot again, at Piper's shoulder and sounding somewhere between irritated and angry.
"Galleytrot, try and find Mark. You're a dog; track him or something." Piper glanced at the ancient spirit over her shoulder, typing out something on the computer. He nodded, turned to salute Greyston and was gone, turning into that great spaniel and diving into the floor, appearing on the streets to try and track the agent's soul.
Bael stood up, frowning at the ceiling. He heard the signal, listening to the screams of the captured agent. He felt his stomach twisting though he couldn't quite identify what emotion was causing it; rather, ot felt more kike some terrible cocktail of a terrible, too-familiar history, rage, indignation, and frustration — he didn't want to be stuck in the cell. It looked like the lighthouse, but he was not stupid. He couldn't leave. And hypocritical though it may be, he had little tolerance for the torture whatever this Carnifex creature was clearly putting the man through. He knew enough about the department — Sanja popped into his mind. She was Piper's intern and though he didn't really like Sanja too well, she reminded him of his sister in some way every time she came to speak to him and ask questions. She'd be out there. He clenched his jaw, going to his window and trying to peer out. He wanted to know what was happening outside.
"Well, it never gets any quieter around here, does it?" Galleytrot again, at Piper's shoulder and sounding somewhere between irritated and angry.
"Galleytrot, try and find Mark. You're a dog; track him or something." Piper glanced at the ancient spirit over her shoulder, typing out something on the computer. He nodded, turned to salute Greyston and was gone, turning into that great spaniel and diving into the floor, appearing on the streets to try and track the agent's soul.
Bael stood up, frowning at the ceiling. He heard the signal, listening to the screams of the captured agent. He felt his stomach twisting though he couldn't quite identify what emotion was causing it; rather, ot felt more kike some terrible cocktail of a terrible, too-familiar history, rage, indignation, and frustration — he didn't want to be stuck in the cell. It looked like the lighthouse, but he was not stupid. He couldn't leave. And hypocritical though it may be, he had little tolerance for the torture whatever this Carnifex creature was clearly putting the man through. He knew enough about the department — Sanja popped into his mind. She was Piper's intern and though he didn't really like Sanja too well, she reminded him of his sister in some way every time she came to speak to him and ask questions. She'd be out there. He clenched his jaw, going to his window and trying to peer out. He wanted to know what was happening outside.
RedZombieWolf
Elder Member
Henry listened to the feed in disgust. Whoever this guy was, he was arrogant, crazy and connected. "Miss Piper," he said, "allow me to assist in anyway I can in this search. If this guy isn't stopped, most likely he will attack this building. I suggest moving all key personnel to a different location, and all unnecessary people should be sent home immediately. We should also set about in finding any moles we may have here"
Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Piper listened to the private investigator's suggestions carefully. She, personally, hoped he did: one individual versus the whole department, and clearly not like Yog-Dagor or the Lich based on his demeanor — those odds she liked. A lot. She weighed his words carefully then squared up to him. "Your help is greatly appreciated, investigator. However, I can't in all good conscience send the staff home when this thing clearly has access to our database: He is torturing one of my men and who's to say, if we send the staff home, he won't get at them too? I want them moved below into the cell blocks. It's designed for security. I do want you to help find those moles if you can. If you want you can help direct staff to the cell blocks."
RedZombieWolf
Elder Member
Henry nodded, "Give me two good men to help me get people to the cells. I also think that more security should be added just in case, and someone should look into what kind of creature this guy is." He said, "I'll also need access to a weapon should worse come to worse"
Dnaleri017
Kyoshi Takita
(Sorry it took me so long to respond, I didn't get a notification) Zaine saw two new strangers walk into his shop and got up out of his chair. "Ahh, welcome to my store, I got anything you're looking for, and if I don't I can make it for ya. Feel free to browse around and don't hesitate to ask for anything to be specifically crafted." Zaine vaulted over his front desk and walked up to them holding out his hand in greeting, first to the guy and then to the girl.Sleipnir said:
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Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Shylock smiled, nodding to him and taking his handshake. "I'd like to see the handguns, actually," he told Zhaine.
Sanja stared at him a moment, slightly stricken but then shook his hand with a sheepish smile and a nod. "Nice to meet you," she said respectfully.
Sanja stared at him a moment, slightly stricken but then shook his hand with a sheepish smile and a nod. "Nice to meet you," she said respectfully.
Dnaleri017
Kyoshi Takita
"Handguns are right up here by the desk," Zaine pointed to the wall beside his front desk as well as the cabinets in the desk. "If you want anything... out of the ordinary that might be a little more difficult depending on the circumstances." Zaine could easily tell one of them worked with the department, they seemed as respectful as his brother Ethel when he is on duty at the department.Sleipnir said:
Kylesar1
This is my loudest bork
Luke was sitting in his office. He was up to his forehead in paperwork. The Yog-Dagor case was starting to haunt him with paperwork. The Lich case didn't exactly help. The next thing Luke knows, his computers all rejected a hacking attempt at nearly the same time. He looked to the cameras and saw how they were suffering from a lot of static and interference. Luke used his own electric magic to power the electronics in his room, so his computers weren't affected.
He looked to the TV in his room and saw a pretty creepy broadcast. The perp had one of their own agents and was killing him or some shit. He got a quick call from Piper who told him to track the signal. He got on it immediately. He swapped his computers to broadcast the feed going on throughout the department. This perp was pretty good to hack the department with Luke residing there. Their presence must have been suppressed with heavy magic. Either that, or Luke was sleeping his head off
Luke set to work, tracking the signal of not the distress beacon, but the hack source. It was much easier for him. It didn't take that long to find it. The perp made no attempt to cover his tracks. It was almost like an insult. He pinpointed it in about 2 minutes
He quickly wrote down the coordinates of the hack in a brief report.
@Sleipnir
Luke was tired of sitting in his office. He finally had some better shit to do. He got up, but his legs were weak from sitting in his office all that time. He summoned a simple transport bot, and it rolled him into Piper's office, where he gave her the report. "What do you suggest we do?"
He looked to the TV in his room and saw a pretty creepy broadcast. The perp had one of their own agents and was killing him or some shit. He got a quick call from Piper who told him to track the signal. He got on it immediately. He swapped his computers to broadcast the feed going on throughout the department. This perp was pretty good to hack the department with Luke residing there. Their presence must have been suppressed with heavy magic. Either that, or Luke was sleeping his head off
Luke set to work, tracking the signal of not the distress beacon, but the hack source. It was much easier for him. It didn't take that long to find it. The perp made no attempt to cover his tracks. It was almost like an insult. He pinpointed it in about 2 minutes
He quickly wrote down the coordinates of the hack in a brief report.
@Sleipnir
Luke was tired of sitting in his office. He finally had some better shit to do. He got up, but his legs were weak from sitting in his office all that time. He summoned a simple transport bot, and it rolled him into Piper's office, where he gave her the report. "What do you suggest we do?"
Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Piper turned to Luke. "Get our best fighters and get to Mark. How far are they, Luke?" She asked, going through the possible candidates for this mission in her head. She wanted to only send her most capable agents — she didn't trust that this creature wasn't a physical threat. Even if it was weak, better to drive it into the ground with overkill than underestimate it.
Sanja loitered near the desk a moment while Shylock surveyed the guns, but frowned and looked at her phone. "Shylock, there's an emergency at the department," she told him. He frowned and looked over at her. Sanja looked up. "I'll see you later." She didn't wait for a response and ran out, summoning her horse and jumping up onto his back, and sped off toward HQ.
Sanja loitered near the desk a moment while Shylock surveyed the guns, but frowned and looked at her phone. "Shylock, there's an emergency at the department," she told him. He frowned and looked over at her. Sanja looked up. "I'll see you later." She didn't wait for a response and ran out, summoning her horse and jumping up onto his back, and sped off toward HQ.
Dnaleri017
Kyoshi Takita
"I knew one of you worked directly with the department. Since you know her, would you like to see my collection of handguns that would work better against supernatural stuff?" Zaine smirked knowing that his business was gonna get popular if the department started showing up more and more. "Or if you already have that stuff I can easily supply you with ammo and parts."Sleipnir said:
Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Shylock smiled at the boy and nodded. "Sure, I would," he replied. "I helped the department out recently when they sent a team to deal with a monster in Detroit myself."
Dnaleri017
Kyoshi Takita
"Alrighty then, gimme a minute and if you could take a step back real quick." Zaine vaulted over his desk again and flipped a lever behind a panel on the wall revealing all the supernatural weapons in the shop. There was everything from silver weapons to bullets engraved with devil traps for handguns, and even a few odd things from ancient lore. "As you can see, I play no jokes when it comes to this stuff, you name a creature you gotta kill and I probably have something to kill it. If not, I'll make it unless of course it's like the stuff in legends, then someone will have to get that stuff on their own." Zaine chuckled and looked around, "I still amaze myself whenever I take out these bad boys for show. It's amazing what you can get when someone sells the right stuff."Sleipnir said:
Kylesar1
This is my loudest bork
Luke struggled to stand. After a minute or so, he was standing, but wobbly. "The place is in Arlington, about 30 minutes away. The coordinates point to an abandoned warehouse. One of the buildings for Ambiance Shipment Inc. Cliche, I know, but whatever. The place was taken over and used as a racket by one of the DC Mafia, smuggling in firearms and drugs.
The place got raided when rumor spread that they may have been trafficking children. Thank goodness that wasn't the case, but the place was shut down. The Mafia used it as one of their torture rackets, so there were bodies found there. That happened about a good 6 years ago. I suggest you get there fast if we're on an hour timer.
Look in the slums in Arlington. The place isn't that big. The sign for Ambiance Shipment is tall, but kind of worn. Look closely to find it. One more thing: The building is rumored to be very unstable."
Luke sighed as he looked down at his transport bot. He said to her. "If you need me on this case, tell me what you need. Otherwise, I got paperwork to do."
@Sleipnir
Luke thought about something. They hacked the department, which meant the power in the building was turned on. If they used the building's power, it'd make things very unsafe as there would be wires hanging
The place got raided when rumor spread that they may have been trafficking children. Thank goodness that wasn't the case, but the place was shut down. The Mafia used it as one of their torture rackets, so there were bodies found there. That happened about a good 6 years ago. I suggest you get there fast if we're on an hour timer.
Look in the slums in Arlington. The place isn't that big. The sign for Ambiance Shipment is tall, but kind of worn. Look closely to find it. One more thing: The building is rumored to be very unstable."
Luke sighed as he looked down at his transport bot. He said to her. "If you need me on this case, tell me what you need. Otherwise, I got paperwork to do."
@Sleipnir
Luke thought about something. They hacked the department, which meant the power in the building was turned on. If they used the building's power, it'd make things very unsafe as there would be wires hanging
BookWyrm
Carpe Librum
"Alright, breadcrumbs have been followed.", one of the Order agents that had hacked into the Department system called out. Carnifex would have grinned, had he had a mouth. "As if it wasn't obvious enough, but nonetheless it is good news." The Hollow turned to look at Mark. "Your friends are thirty minutes away in good traffic, perhaps less if they break the law. But, you still shouldn't get your hopes up. They were able to track us because we let them. We wanted them to find us. What does that say about our plans for you?" Carnifex formed a talon and ran it down Mark's face before tapping it against his forehead. "Come on, don't pass out on me when I'm talking to you. That is very rude you know." Mark drifted off, until Carnifex slammed his fist into the man's stomach. Mark cringed in pain as blood seeped down the sides of his mouth. "It would look like your gag has finally soaked through. I can't imagine that it tastes very good. But you know what does? Fear. I can feel it coming off of you. Oh it tastes so delicious. I can't help but shudder with energy! Fear, terror, sorrow, pain, hate, anger, oh what glorious sensations!"
A group of agents rejoined the rest of the crew. "We've set everything up. All that has to be done is press the button." The agent handed a remote to Carnifex before helping the others pack up their equipment. "If the Department thinks they might have gained any information on us then they are more gullible than I first expected.", Carnifed commented to himself as he watched the agents finish packing up and begin heading out. He turned back to Vortigas before continuing, "You don't actually think they'll fall for it do you? I mean come on, every hacker knows how to set a trap right? Besides, the Order has tabs on just about anyone or anything important, how else have we avoided any unwanted disturbances? It wasn't until there were bodies that they found us, and that was planned as well." Carnifex stopped himself, pondering on what he had just said. "Look at me, monologuing." Carnifex shrugged finally. "I guess it's more for your ears there Marky Mark. With the Funky Bunch on it's way to save you, I thought I might share some information with a bleeding heart, because, I'm just that nice a guy, and your heart is bleeding so it won't matter anyways cause you'll be dead before you can so much as say one word about what you've seen or heard today. I hope you get a good funeral, though. For going through this like the trooper you are you deserve it. But I doubt it'll be an open casket. We've liberally messed up your mug today. But we're not done yet either! No the icing on the cake will come when your Department peons finally find you hanging here. And you know what it'll be? Well, I'm just dying to tell you, but I think you can wait just a little bit longer. Alright Vortigas, lets get into position. They've got a maze of live wires and crumbling building to get through before they find us."
@Elias @Sleipnir
A group of agents rejoined the rest of the crew. "We've set everything up. All that has to be done is press the button." The agent handed a remote to Carnifex before helping the others pack up their equipment. "If the Department thinks they might have gained any information on us then they are more gullible than I first expected.", Carnifed commented to himself as he watched the agents finish packing up and begin heading out. He turned back to Vortigas before continuing, "You don't actually think they'll fall for it do you? I mean come on, every hacker knows how to set a trap right? Besides, the Order has tabs on just about anyone or anything important, how else have we avoided any unwanted disturbances? It wasn't until there were bodies that they found us, and that was planned as well." Carnifex stopped himself, pondering on what he had just said. "Look at me, monologuing." Carnifex shrugged finally. "I guess it's more for your ears there Marky Mark. With the Funky Bunch on it's way to save you, I thought I might share some information with a bleeding heart, because, I'm just that nice a guy, and your heart is bleeding so it won't matter anyways cause you'll be dead before you can so much as say one word about what you've seen or heard today. I hope you get a good funeral, though. For going through this like the trooper you are you deserve it. But I doubt it'll be an open casket. We've liberally messed up your mug today. But we're not done yet either! No the icing on the cake will come when your Department peons finally find you hanging here. And you know what it'll be? Well, I'm just dying to tell you, but I think you can wait just a little bit longer. Alright Vortigas, lets get into position. They've got a maze of live wires and crumbling building to get through before they find us."
@Elias @Sleipnir
Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
"Okay. I'm taking Sanja, Justin, Belle, Liliana, and William. I'll text him the co ordinance." She silently wished for the blind officer she had met earlier that month, who she sensed something immensely powerful in. "Galleytrot too, wherever he is."
Sanja had rushed through the department and was passing by Piper's door just then. She had gathered what awful events were taking place, and had a horrible plan. Suddenly something jerked her arm and she realized Piper was dragging her into the office. "No, Sanja," she immediately said before the girl could get a word in. "Don't argue."
"...But... Miss Reed, we both know he isn't... Average," Sanja shot back.
"He isn't your dog, Sanja," Piper snapped. "Bael is dangerous. I know you want to see him in action and you're curious but this is no middle school science project! Lives are on the line, and I can guarantee this isn't as simple as it looks. Having a rabid animal that could turn on us in the middle of it is not a risk we can take."
Sanja stayed silent for a moment, then said quietly, "Give us a chance. I know I can get him on our side; I know exactly what to say."
Another silence. Then with an irritated sigh, Piper nodded. Sanja took off again.
"You heard?" Bael turned from his work when Sanja sped into his cell. She nodded, catching her breath. "You either came to confide in me or — all creation forbid — you wanna release my rage onto the earth once more to wreck havoc on the fyst responsible."
"...The latter," Sanja replied.
"No can do. Sorry." Bael was angry about the situation, yes — he was always angry. But he didn't want to get roped into the department's business. One man's death didn't effect Bael. He had been there, and he had contributed to the body count many times. This was not world-shattering to him.
Of course Sanja wasn't unaware of that. She stood in silence, watching Bael ignore her as he cleaned the lantern lense in his white undershirt and tie. He seemed decently content to the point that she almost didn't want to follow through with what she wanted to say to him. She had learned to gauge Bael's reactions well enough to know there were only two ways this would end: Eother it would spur him to action, or there would be two department obituaries to write, and the two were not exactly mutually exclusive. She took a deep breath in the silence.
Then she carefully said, "Remember the basement?"
Suddenly she had his full attention; a deathly glare only he could deliver. "And Adrian?" Sanja shrank back a bit as she spoke. "That was your story, Bael. Someone's out there doing the same to another person now. And you know what? He didn't have the chance to get out before it happened. You want another one to get away like he did?"
Sanja watches Bael carefully as the poltergeist dropped the rag and grabbed his vest. "Fine." He turned sharply, pushing past Sanja and only stopping at the door. "Where are we going?"
"I have a map," Sanja told him.
"Good. I work well with maps." She opened the door and led him
Back up, explaining the map on her IPhone all the while. Bael frowned. "What were those coordinates...? It's this building here," he told her. Likely it wasn't the one that Mark was in, but Nael's whole life had been centered around nautical maps and this was no different to him. When they reached the office, he didn't stop to wait. Instead, he went straight out.
"...Bael? Hey, wait up!" Sanja was caught off guard by his drive and ran after him. He had stopped outside for her.
"Get your horse. He can get us there, yeah? Quicker than a car in this mare's nest you call a street." Sanja did as he asked, and he took the reins without a word.
(Bael's in yo RP... Spammin' up yo posts.)
Sanja had rushed through the department and was passing by Piper's door just then. She had gathered what awful events were taking place, and had a horrible plan. Suddenly something jerked her arm and she realized Piper was dragging her into the office. "No, Sanja," she immediately said before the girl could get a word in. "Don't argue."
"...But... Miss Reed, we both know he isn't... Average," Sanja shot back.
"He isn't your dog, Sanja," Piper snapped. "Bael is dangerous. I know you want to see him in action and you're curious but this is no middle school science project! Lives are on the line, and I can guarantee this isn't as simple as it looks. Having a rabid animal that could turn on us in the middle of it is not a risk we can take."
Sanja stayed silent for a moment, then said quietly, "Give us a chance. I know I can get him on our side; I know exactly what to say."
Another silence. Then with an irritated sigh, Piper nodded. Sanja took off again.
"You heard?" Bael turned from his work when Sanja sped into his cell. She nodded, catching her breath. "You either came to confide in me or — all creation forbid — you wanna release my rage onto the earth once more to wreck havoc on the fyst responsible."
"...The latter," Sanja replied.
"No can do. Sorry." Bael was angry about the situation, yes — he was always angry. But he didn't want to get roped into the department's business. One man's death didn't effect Bael. He had been there, and he had contributed to the body count many times. This was not world-shattering to him.
Of course Sanja wasn't unaware of that. She stood in silence, watching Bael ignore her as he cleaned the lantern lense in his white undershirt and tie. He seemed decently content to the point that she almost didn't want to follow through with what she wanted to say to him. She had learned to gauge Bael's reactions well enough to know there were only two ways this would end: Eother it would spur him to action, or there would be two department obituaries to write, and the two were not exactly mutually exclusive. She took a deep breath in the silence.
Then she carefully said, "Remember the basement?"
Suddenly she had his full attention; a deathly glare only he could deliver. "And Adrian?" Sanja shrank back a bit as she spoke. "That was your story, Bael. Someone's out there doing the same to another person now. And you know what? He didn't have the chance to get out before it happened. You want another one to get away like he did?"
Sanja watches Bael carefully as the poltergeist dropped the rag and grabbed his vest. "Fine." He turned sharply, pushing past Sanja and only stopping at the door. "Where are we going?"
"I have a map," Sanja told him.
"Good. I work well with maps." She opened the door and led him
Back up, explaining the map on her IPhone all the while. Bael frowned. "What were those coordinates...? It's this building here," he told her. Likely it wasn't the one that Mark was in, but Nael's whole life had been centered around nautical maps and this was no different to him. When they reached the office, he didn't stop to wait. Instead, he went straight out.
"...Bael? Hey, wait up!" Sanja was caught off guard by his drive and ran after him. He had stopped outside for her.
"Get your horse. He can get us there, yeah? Quicker than a car in this mare's nest you call a street." Sanja did as he asked, and he took the reins without a word.
(Bael's in yo RP... Spammin' up yo posts.)
