[Delta Green] Operas and Avatars: Puppet Shows and Shadow Plays

[Gomez]

FBI Washington Field Office

Special Agent Solomon Peter Brown walked into Assistant Director Michael Mason office. "You asked for me, Sir?" said Solomon. Standing up from a side chair was a tall handsome black man in a dark blue suit. The Assistant Director looked up from a manila folder on his desk. "Agent Brown, I want you to meet Agent Andrews. He just finished the Academy and I want you to show him the ropes around here. In other words, he is your new partner."

 

[Maerdwyn]

Solomon briefly appraises the older man, then offers his hand. He's a little surprised that he's showing this guy the ropes, having only joined the Bureau recently himself. But there's no need to mention that at this point. "Glad to meet you, Andrews. Call me Solomon. Which tour do you want first - building or case files?"

 

[taitzu52]

Andrews takes Solomon's hand with the blasé look of a man resigned into his new fate. Not that he cared either way about this partner, or his last one, just as long as it didn't get in his way. With a half smile, he says, "Welcome to the Bureau, Solomon. You're certainly eager to get to work, huh? Well we'll see what the Academy's kicking out these days." Andrews looks Solomon up and down, trying to gather odd bits of info; how expensive are his shoes, how clean cut is he, is his tie regulation blue? "Well, Mason? Where are we starting Agent Brown off at? Picking up some cold cases maybe? I'm still pretty backlogged.", says Andrews with a smarmy chuckle, knowing full well that Mason's "show him the ropes", will probably mean, "give him some busy work until he can find the bathroom".

 

[Gomez]

Macon gestures for you both to sit. "Actually, I do have a something for you two. For the last month, people began disappearing near the southern edge of the San Carlos Indian Reservation, west of Phoenix. The Apache tribal police and the Arizona State police have asked for assistance from the FBI on the case. Since there have been no bodies found, the disappearances are being considered as kidnappings and not murder. The Phoenix Field Office is backlogged and most of their agents are already working on cases. So I am going to send you two to lend a hand. Here are your plane tickets for Phoenix. A company car will be waiting for you there. Meet with Special-Agent-in-Charge, Patrick Hobbson at the Phoenix Field Office. He will brief you on the case. You flight leaves tomorrow. Any questions?"

 

[taitzu52]

"Any word from field offices in California, Nevada, New Mexico? How about border patrol, any leads there?", says Andrews, trying to look efficient for his new company. Macon probalby knows that he's not expecting any real information, but moreso rattling his sabers in response to being inconvienienced by a field assignment. Andrews eases back in his chair, giving a sideways look to Solomon, and back again at Macon, "So," he says, "what time's our flight?"

 

[Maerdwyn]

(ooc: Sorry - misread the first post as Solomon showing Andrews the ropes. Oops )

"All set here, sir, thanks," Solomon lets Andrews examine him for a moment or so, and says, as an aside to his new partner: "I can introduce you to my tailor, if you'd like..." Then, turning back to Macon, "See you when we get back, sir."

 

[Gomez]

"Any word from field offices in California, Nevada, New Mexico? How about border patrol, any leads there?", says Andrews, trying to look efficient for his new company. Macon probalby knows that he's not expecting any real information, but moreso rattling his sabers in response to being inconvienienced by a field assignment. Andrews eases back in his chair, giving a sideways look to Solomon, and back again at Macon, "So," he says, "what time's our flight?"

"You will be briefed in Phoenix on the case." says Macon. "My assistant has your plane tickets and rental car information. I think your flight leaves at 7:35 AM."

 

[taitzu52]

"Very good, sir.", says Andrews as he stands and heads for the door. He turns and says, "Agent Brown, why don't I show you where the coffe is, and then I can tell you what I think about your tailor." Andrews holds the door for Solomon as he gives a half smile to Macon.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Solomon, smiles, nods, and follows the Andrews out. This guy's a barrel of laughs. Whatever - make the best of it, Sol. The only way you'll ever get to do what you want is if you do what you're told first.

 

[taitzu52]

(OOC- Well, you asked for it. )

Andrews leads Brown through the halls to a small nook where a clean kitchenette is installed. He reaches into the cabinet and retrieves two mugs and places them on the counter. He puts both hands on the edge of the sink and without looking at Solomon says, "You want to know who my tailor is?" Andrews straightens up and takes a step towards Brown and says, "Uncle *CED*-ing Sam, that's who! Oh, everybody else in the Bureau buys from him too kid, he cuts a mean *CED*-ing jacket!", Andrews says, pointing at the door. " Look around, what do you see? You see a bunch of folks doing the same thing, wearing the same thing. The second someone stops and starts giving a *CED* about what they're wearing, someone, somewhere dies!", he says, pretending to wipe something off of his lapels. "You got hired to do a job, Brown! I don't have time for your jokes, hell they don't even give me time for smoke breaks anymore. You don't like it? Quit. So be my guest and take a page out of my book; open your eyes, open your ears, and shut the *CED* up. The sooner you do that, the sooner you'll realize what you are: a little fish. And maybe if you have something useful to say, and listen up, you may avoid getting eaten!"

Andrews takes a step back, and picks up the steaming carafe as if nothing happened, and with a smile, politely says, "Now, how do you take your coffee, Solomon?"

(OOC- *Colorful Expletive Deleted*)

 

[Gomez]

OOC: Un*CED* believable!

 

[taitzu52]

(OOC- Hey, Maerdwyn...*CED*-ing love ya, baby!)

TZ

 

[Maerdwyn]

(ooc: heh, no worries taitzu - we're going to have fun )

Solomon looks at Andrews cooly, and speaks with a thin smile. "Black." Theres a tiny pause before Solomon accepts the coffee, and continues on, speaking directly, seriously, but still with the thin smile. "I appreciate your advice, Agent Andrew. I understand where you're coming from. And I know I'm a small fish and that I got a lot to learn from you and all the other fine agents here. But if you think that because I wear these very fine size twelves I don't take this job and what it stands for seriously, we're going to have problems." The smile has faded. "I've been serving this country with my body and brain since I was kid outta school. I've been on the job in the toughest city in the country fourteen years, and I came here because I wanted to do more, not less. I know what I've signed on for, Agent Andrews: the kind of people, the ideaologies, we're up against.* Nothing says I can't face them in a suit that fits." Solomon looks at his mug, surprised. When he speaks, a more genuine smile is back. "That's good coffee, Andrews. Thanks. So, what'd they pull you from when they stuck you with me?"






*ooc: Says the agent who's never heard of DG

 

[taitzu52]

Solomon looks at Andrews cooly, and speaks with a thin smile. "Black."

Andrews smiles at the overt irony and hands him the mug.

After hearing Brown speak, Andrews replies, "Good, good. Glad to seethat you're heart's in it. But we want your brain, not your body. U.S. Marshalls and such are down the block on Constitution Ave if you change your mind." Andrews sips from his mug and leaves the kitchenette, walking down the hall towards his desk. "You may think your last job was in a tough town, but they don't come tougher than the District. and I'm not talking South East either.", he says as he steps up to the desk in their office. "This one belonged to my former partner. It's not an easy job, Brown, a few bypasses later and this agent was done." He walks over to a file cabinet, and opens it up, revealing a huge mass of paperwork. "You should really be glad you got a field assignment from the start. Really, don't get your hopes up. This'll be waiting for you when you get back.", Andrews says as he shuts the drawer and sits down at his desk. He begins doing some personell checks on the Phoenix field office, and ties up his loose ends from the week. "Make yourself at home, Agent Brown."

 

[Maerdwyn]

"But we want your brain, not your body. U.S. Marshalls and such are down the block on Constitution Ave if you change your mind."

Solomon chuckles softly. "Yeah that's what they told me when I joined the force, and again when I made detective. If you're more right about it than they were, I'll be happy."

When Andrews points out the paperwork, Solomon's face droops just a bit, despite his best effort. Well, at least one thing in this place looks familiar, he thinks.

"All right, looking forward to it," he says unconvincingly. "For now, I'm going to read up on the reservation and the Apache community some, maybe look through the files of a few of the VIPs there. Anything else you want me to do, let me know." He settles down, logs on, and gets to work.

At the end of the day, after picking up his plane ticket, Solomon will go home to pack, and gets to sleep early, arriving for his flight in plenty of time. He makes sure to bring some Nicorrete gum in his pocket, since it's a nonstop flight.

ooc: if there's more to be done before we leave, belay that last paragraph, of course.

 

[taitzu52]

After doing some preliminary research on the Phoenix metro area, Andrews will make some phone calls. Part of his routine is keeping up with some agents form other agencies in the District. He won't mention where he's going, just some follow up. (Barring further actions....) At about 7 or 8, he'll head home to Arlington and pack. It's not like he has trouble picking anything out, owning only dark blue suits for work. His service sidearm goes in a small, locked flightbox (if I'm correct, only Marshalls can fly with their guns). He'll arrive early at the airport, and skip breakfast. Brown should find him in the terminal, reading the Post (or a Phoenix paper if he can find one.)

 

[Gomez]

You both meet up at the Dulles International Airport in plenty of time to make your flight. Stopping at a in airport shop to grab a paper and such. A cover story on a National Tattler catches Agent Brown's eye.

 

[taitzu52]

(OOC- Gomez, the text is cut off in the download. Do you have it in another format? You can send it to:
missed the boat....
if need be. Thanks!
TZ)

 

[Gomez]

OOC: It loads fine for me. I will send you the file by email just in case.

 

[taitzu52]

Andrews reads over Brown's shoulder as they sit in the terminal. "Geez," he sighs, "it's pretty sad when we get leads from rags like this." Andrews reaches down and pulls out his laptop. He doesn't keep any secure information on it as a rule, but with a little help from IT at the Bureau, he has a fairly secure box. He uses it more for general research. "Alright, let's see how you make lemonade. I'll start tracking the names in this article. I want you to get on the horn and find out who wrote this article, and how they took the submission. Fair?" Andrews will now find out how good airport/airplane WiFi really is.