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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 1:00 pm
Controlled By - The Chieron GroupDefunct
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 4:18 pm
*The promotional literature at the front desk depicts Barthis Prosthetics as a bustling center of scientific inquiry and innovation. Clearly, those pictures were from a different location. The floor Bree and Gibson are visiting resembles more the sterotypical cubicle hive of most office buildings.*
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 4:33 pm
Bree has already decided she doesn't like the smell of the place. The worker drones that can be seen look beaten down and haggard, too much coffee and not enough sleep. The floor managers appear to be growing fat on the misery of their underlings and the air seems to carry a faint metaphysical stench of corruption.
Corruption, by the way, smells like week-old gym socks with a soupcon of pond scum.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 5:34 pm
*One of said floor managers is berating a young employee when Gibson and Bree get off the elevator.* This isn't about discrimination. It's about expectations. It's part of the dress code. Dresses and skirts are manditory for female employees. Next time you show up in pants, you're being sent home to change into the appropriate clothes. And it'll be up to me if you get to come back to work.
*The girl walks off, looking frustrated and near tears. The manager turns to Bree and Gibson and walks over.* What do you want, we're a bit busy right now.
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 5:47 pm
Bree brushes the girls' hand in passing and gives her the kind of look that can only pass between women.
To translate for the males in the vicinity, it says:
"Don't cry, honey. The fellow standing next to me is about to kick your boss's flabby white a**. And if he doesn't, I will. And by the way, those pants look fabulous."
And just for the boss's benefit, she makes sure her skirts are hiked well above the knee, showing off pale skin and black leather b***h boots.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 6:03 pm
*The gesture earns a raised eyebrow and a disdainful sneer from the floor manager, but he says nothing for the time being.*
I'm Special Agent Gibson, FBI. This is my associate, Miss Landwalker. We'd like to ask you some questions, see if you recognize the man in this photograph. *Hands him a picture of Spencer*
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 6:14 pm
Bree hooks a thumb in her belt and cocks a hip, knowing she looks damned good. Mister Misogynist Bossman can kiss her a**.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 6:55 pm
Yeah, I know him. That's James Young, he works in the mailroom. What's the FBI want with him?
Afraid we can't comment on an open case. You know where he is now?
Yeah, he should be making the rounds on this floor any minute. Has he done something wrong?
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 7:11 pm
"You might think we'd have thought of that, but I couldn't possibly comment."
Bree scans the room and spots a familiar face over by the water cooler, with mail cart in tow.
"Gibson."
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 7:19 pm
*Gibson nods to Bree. The floor manager follows their gaze and spots Spencer.* Hang on a second, I'll get him. *Walks over* Hey, Young. Some people here for you.
*Spencer just keeps walking, handing out the mail and not reacting at all.*
Hey Young, are you deaf or what? HEY, MORON!
*The scene seems to shift to slow motion, as Spencer pulls a sub-machine gun from one of the packages on the cart and fires a rapid burst into the floor manager's chest. The sound from the gun is like firecrackers going off right next to Bree's ears.*
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 7:28 pm
Bree reels from the noise and quickly takes cover behind a cubicle wall.
"s**t..."
She searches her inventory, grateful for the protections Hunter taught her, and pops on a few more layers.
"Fox, I hope your theory was right. Cause otherwise I'm about to do something very stupid."
She steels herself and steps into the aisle, facing Spencer as the rest of the office dives for cover.
"Hey Tyler. Remember me?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 7:34 pm
*Spencer's head snaps around, his eyes burning holes through Bree.* You again? What the ******** are you doing here?
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 7:37 pm
"I had been hoping to prevent you from doing what you do best, but apparently you've upgraded from running across parking lots brandishing garden trowels and squealing like a piggy in a gimp mask."
Her expression sobers.
"But either way, Tyler, I am here to stop you.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 7:43 pm
*Snickers* Stop me? Really? I'll be interested to see how you do that, considering I'm the one with the gun. *He aims it at her* I suppose I should be grateful, actually. You saved me a lot of time and trouble, what with tracking you down, learning your routine, figuring out how to take you, torturing you for weeks on end. Now I can just kill you here instead.
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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