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 Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 1:07 am
Once she woke up, she noticed that the bruises and gashes are still there. The men at work may notice it, especially the black eye and five deep gash on her cheek that was healing up very nicely, it actually looks like scratches now. With a sigh, she can't exactly hide them. Thirteen has no knowledge of make up or something of the sorts. Once she got dressed in her outfit which provide flexibility and movements if she needed it, she puts on her long jacket and walked out of her apartment. She memorized of how to get here to her work. After all, they made sure she had easy access to work, they couldn't exactly afford to pay for gas to pick up and drop her off all the time at work, Monday through Friday. Once the building was in sight, the short raven haired female entered and showed her badge to the man as she walked into the office, the smell of the coffee hit her nose as she winkled her nose softly. The room still had a faint smoke odor to it. She was very certain that it won't be long before he starts smoking.
"Morning, sir."
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 10:31 am
Across the room, Mabuse traced a wordless greeting in the air with his free hand and his eyes, glassy and close to never blinking. Then, without speaking or hinting further, he lifted up and carried over a thick ring binder file.
"Our hand archives selection. In another state someone filed these evidence forms and documents. There are many files like it in our secure offices. This one only has the most cryptic notes, since we use... unusual redaction."
Whistling, he cued in a wiry workman paired with a burly black girl wheeling in both the cooler bottom and a pair of water tanks.
When they were gone, Otto spoke again, placing a mug on her desk.
"Since your dietary needs mean no coffee, we decided to...repurpose this from another government department. They won't need it.Anyway, these files are all those pertaining to Ace Farms Inc. and their subsidiary Aceburger chain restaraunts. Look for information about their meat supply, slaughterhouses or indeed, their livestock, since farms have previously appeared to be normal, but... excuse me." Turning around, he pulled over his chair and his coffee, a form from the out tray. "Upon forensic accounting investigations, we realised they're all just fronts, empty shells that supposedly house livestock, though they check out for grains. Interestingly, they have been running unusually profitable waste mamagement facilities. They take everything but metal and glass." Indicating the file title, he nodded and took a draught. Pills time. Xanax.
"You're assigned to supply chain physical evidence. Sam can go after the full files, because he has clearence and unlike myself, he is permitted to operate computers. They actually break my hands if they catch me on anything above my field issued smartphone.So he works accounting and leads. I'll add anything extra. I give you full autonomy on your calls in this."
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 3:32 pm
Sam's weekend was far from pleasant, but by Monday morning he was at least able to function well enough to work. He dragged himself out of bed, being careful not to trigger any of his new but fading sensitivities. Though he was usually good about getting to work on time, these past few difficult days had left him with almost no sleep. He really didn't like being late, but there was no sense in worrying about it. He got to the office and entered as normal, the guard raising an eyebrow at his tardiness. He got to their hovel and greeted them, "Morning, sir, 13. I won't be late again." In an effort to help himself through the infection he was now stuck with, he had cleaned up, which he knew 13 would appreciate. He had entered just as Otto was taking his medicine, which reminded Sam of his own practical lifeline medication. Since he had heard Mabuse speaking from before he entered, he assumed the situation had already been described. Thus, he grabbed the papers meant for him and retreated into his corner to do some diving and analysis.
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 5:42 pm
Otto spoke to Sam at first without looking at him.
"It's alright Sam. You know it doesn't actually make much difference, they still pay us just the same. Well, except for Friday. Overtime and danger pay for us all"
He trudged over to the constructed nook and carefully scrawled something on a sticky note.
"Sorry I couldn't have given you longer. Open casefiles on Ace Farms and their subisidaries. Spoof a requisition form for an AR-15."
Silence. No smoking in the office this time. Instead Otto would get up at hourly intervals to light up out the back door which wasn't secure, but no one ever noticed. People seemed to shun it. Eventually, an hour and a half into the morning, Otto went into the store room next door and hauled out a typewriter, clearly in heavy use. More reports, forms, and oversight.
Lunch came, which was when he finally cleared his throat.
"Alright, we have two options. One, I can run over to that joint that does polish-mexican stuff and get us some spicy pierogies again. Two, we can get those damnable sandwiches they sell in the cafeteria. Who wants what?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2015 3:10 pm
He nodded in acknowledgment of Otto's words as he retreated to his corner. As he got to work, he noticed Mabuse scribble a note. He understood that them both having Black-level clearance meant they might need to have conversations secret from 13, so he discreetly read it a minute later. He had been developing a knack for forging since he started working here, as it was not an altogether uncommon task in order to lessen the red tape. With the fake form created and his research on their next mission underway, he barely noticed the time pass. In response to his superior's call for orders, he voted, "Mexican."
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