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Post by Agent Erik Pettersson on Dec 6, 2009 15:32:50 GMT -5
Special Agent Erik Pettersson's office on Level 2 is grey and nondescrepit. In part it's because he is too busy to furnish it beyond a desk, a chair, a computer and a shelf for his files and some books, in part it's because personalizing the office would mean it's a place he spends time in, a place that is "his", which he refuses outright, as he has a home and a family in Virginia. Unfortunately, recent events have made this a very familiar place for him.
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Post by Agent Erik Pettersson on Dec 6, 2009 15:47:43 GMT -5
December 6th 2025, 0900 hours
Pettersson sits back in his chair. The Cordite case, he decides, has definitely gone dormant. There have been no sightings of him, nor any attacks or operations discernably by him. The tanker incident a few months ago remains unsolved, not least because the head office back in DC has yet to get off its ass and give them a TP super he had requested for weeks ago to pry into the head of the mercenaries captured off the tanker.
So that case was on hold as well, with no way to trace it back to Cordite, even though Pettersson's instinct told him it was. He had been flying as frequently as he could have back to Virginia in the downtime, but Cordite was going to hit again, so they needed to be ready, and the President was intent on adapting the Cordite task force for a wider purpose, tracking down and fighting super-powered criminals in general.
But to do that they needed to be in top shape, ready for everything and anything. He grabbed the phone, a land line since cells didn't work so deep underground.
"Send Rachel and Arella White into my office."
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Post by Anei and Hokori on Dec 6, 2009 16:00:59 GMT -5
About six minutes later, there was a knock on his door and a quick twist of his door handle. Rachel White, the older twin stepped into his office with a mildly apoligetic expression on her face, pale green eyes carefully masked mirrors, dressed for the gun range she and her sibling had been so abruptly summoned from. "You wanted us, sir?" she asked, tone nuetrally.
Arella followed just after in graceful near-silence, expression equally controled. This could be... interesting. It didn't take a precognitive gift to guess that the older man meant to test them somehow, and their post-Mission debriefing had been a little too matter-of-fact to be the last of they'd hear of it.
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Post by Agent Erik Pettersson on Dec 6, 2009 16:12:30 GMT -5
Pettersson leans back on his chair and crosses his hands on his lap. "Miss White, Miss White. We've had a quiet few weeks lately, much to my surprise. Not to say it's a bad thing, but we should use this time.
I've gone through your file and I think that you are definitely an asset to SWORD. However, as a senior agent and as a certified Bureau instructor, I am not comfortable working with an unknown quantity like you two.
What the Bureau is, is a finely tuned mechanism, with interlocking parts", he turns his hands into fists and grabs them with each other to drive the point, "every part serving its form and function. You are gifted individuals, but you have had none of the training that actually makes a Federal Agent. Agent Wakeman did not seem to mind this, but I do.
I'd love to run you through the three year program, but I realize if you do not like the idea. So I want to work with you for a day or two, evaluate you, so I can decide whether we can keep you around as a part of the unit. I want to give you the chance to prove your capability, and above all else, your ability to work as Federal Agents. If it doesn't work out, that's okay. You get to choose between leaving and working for the government somewhere else, or you can go to the program like everyone else.
What do you say?"
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Post by Anei and Hokori on Dec 6, 2009 16:31:40 GMT -5
The sisters shared a loooong glance, subtle facial tics saying more than most people do with words. Not a lot they could say besides the obvious, was there? Even if it did seem a little hide-bound. Arella was elected spokes person via a quick tip of Rachel's head. "We're willing to be put through your evaulation, Sir," she answered softly, "Very least we owe SWORD for what they did to give us back to ourselves."
"And in the event we do fail your standards, I have no objection to taking your three year program, much as I'd hate to not be able to help clean up after our 'little brother'," Rachel added seriously, prompting a grim quirk of agreement from her younger sister.
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Post by Agent Erik Pettersson on Dec 6, 2009 16:38:50 GMT -5
To himself Pettersson was honestly hoping that if he managed to dig up a reason to send the sisters to Virginia, he'd be able to request a transfer for a super or two who would be more useful for their purposes. The sisters seemed... risky.
"Very well then! I want this to be a bit ex tempore, so I have not devised a scenario or an exercise for you. I'm going to ask dispatch to route all alerts through me today and once I spot a case that suits our purpose, we'll take it. Nothing big, something routine. You're on call for today so be ready to leave at a moment's notice."
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