Olivia pulled her coat closer to her shoulders as she grasped the steaming cup of coffee tightly in her palms. The air was chilly but she didn’t mind, there were more important matters nagging at her mind. She turned to look at the young agent at her side, the boy was still new to the G.A.D.E.M agency and he practically smelled off anxiety and uncertainty. Olivia smiled slightly at the idea of being young and brash but all the lessons of life had forced her into a seriousness she much preferred. Across the street she saw the familiar face of a man she’d only seen on photos and surveillance. Dylan Walker, private investigator and well adept against the mutant menace. She took a last sip of her coffee before stuffing the disposable cup into the young agent’s palms before taking the manila folder from his hands.
Olivia took a measured step forward and he didn’t hesitate to follow right behind with an eagerness she appreciated but loathed at the same time. If Jameson hadn’t been away on confidential business in the middle east she’d take him instead but apart from her senior agents the rookies were more eager to please the boss which meant his cooperation was definite. Olivia paused for a moment and turned to halt him with a lifted palm.
“Stay back. I can manage”, she turned back around without another word and followed Dylan with a casual stroll. Before long she managed to catch up to him, Olivia stuffer her hand in her pocket as she kept to his side with a comfortable pace.
“Dylan Walker, Mother – Sabrina Walker, Father – Martin Walker, I can go on but I think you get my point. I have a business proposition for you, whether you take it is all up to you. Here’s the address”, Olivia didn’t bother glancing at the man as she shoved the manila folder into his grasp. Inside was a detailed novel of his entire life with the address of a corporate building under construction. Olivia slipped into the tinted car pulling up to her right with a casual wave as the young agent blended into traffic.
Before long they managed the trip to the building and with a flashy wave of her badge to the construction workers they managed access. Finding no use in abusing the elevators she opted to wait patiently in the comfort of the first conference room she came across. Olivia relaxed into the soft chair at the head of the table waiting patiently to see whether he’d take her up on her offer. He’d make an excellent addition to their organization and she hoped he’d respond to the invite.
Dylan watched as the car drove off. He even pulled out a cigarette and casually slipped it into his mouth. Never taking his eyes off those black tinted windows. Weird. He thought. He took a look at the folder in his hands and suddenly he looked back up. But the car was gone. Merged into traffic and blended into the endless line of cars on the side of the road. Rush hour and all. He took a look at the card and saw the address. That wasn't that far from here. He could stop in for a few questions.
"Spare a torch love?" He asked a pretty woman standing nearby. She was smoking a cigaette. He smiled at the way she seemed to eye him up and down. It was no secret that he had a way with the ladies. Must be the hair. Ameican gals go crazy for nice hair. She pulled out a lighter and flicked the flame until it lit. He leaned in and took a puff and nodded to her. "Thanks love." He said in his english accent. Walking away his brown trenchcoat followed him in a swishing side to side motion with each step.
The woman with the lighter watched him walk away a moment longer before climbing into the bus she had been waiting for. Dylan didn't usually like authority figures. He usually worked alone. His hand clutched the folder tightly as he strode down the sidewalk. It was a few more blocks up ahead. The folder contained pictures of the man he believed to be his brother. Troy Brown. His parents never acknowledged it, and it was buried deep, but he was a private investigator. It wasn't a trail that he couldn't follow with a little effort. A the top of the stack of papers inside the folder was an obituary that read
"Troy Brown is survived by his cat Mr. Minx and his Dog Steve Austin. He Died Wednseday the 22nd...." Dylan had seen a picture of his so called brother before. He had found out that his parents put his brother up for adoption when he was younger, but he couldn't even begin to understand why. They had their reasons.... Reasons that Dylan wanted to know. His brother had been a mutant. Unkown to Dylan, that was the reason their parents gave him away as a child. It was partly the reason Dylan took only mutant cases. He knew his brother was dead. Killed by a mutant. He just didn't know how anyone else could have possibly known that he was his brother.
Dylan was the inquisitive type. He would pull and pull at a thread until the whole thing unraveled. He finally made it to the construction site. He had to double check the business card to make sure he was at the right place. There was a look on his face that seemed sour as he strolled up the the lot. A man in a construction hat moved to stop him. Dylan held up the business card and the man moved out of his way. As if it was some sort of secret password that granted him access. Dyaln moved carefully.
There was no real construction here. Honestly this corn plot was going to be under construction forever. traps hanging from scaffoldings and the sounds of workers pretending to work. It was a decent cover up for a secret headquarters. Dylan found the little office with the tall leggy blonde in it. He pushed open the door and stood there. His trench coat hanging past his knees. His red tie was looesned with a relaxed demenor and his button up white shirt was only tucked on one side. He was all manner of disheveled. Dylan tossed the folder onto the long conference table. It landed and slid across the table to come to rest right in front of her.
"Mind telling me, why you're poking around inside business that don't belong to you love? If you fancied a date... Ya could have just asked." Dylan cocked his head to the side and looked at her long smooth legs in a blatant objectifying mannor. He was being an ass on purpse. But then again he was a little angry and confused. He didn't like it when people looked into him. Ironic for a private investegator. "You're not a bad looking bird. I could have given you a go." He said with a smirk. He wanted answers, his smart ass snarkiness aside... She had his attention.
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Olivia tucked her feet over one another and glanced down at her slender fingers wondering how long it’d take for him to stumble into the building. Besides, she had more business to deal with and she didn’t want to waste the entire day waiting for a potential bonus to their ever growing, powerful organization. She wondered how he’d take to their deep investigation into his life, perhaps it was enough incentive to draw him to the meet, after that she’d do what she could to convince his participation. The junior agent knocked on the glass doors with a nervous glance before peeking his head inside.
“He’s here ma’am”
“About damn time”, she waved the young man off with a stern glance watching as Walker approached the door. She didn’t bother standing up, it was too much effort to put into a business proposition she had no guarantee would pan out. Truthfully it was all a gamble worth chasing. She found herself smirking at the almost theatrical slide of the folder across the glass table top before momentum halted it right in front of her.
Her chin lifted as she spared the man a pointed glance and gestured to one of the many open chairs. “If I wanted a date I would have asked. Besides, you’re not my type”, she chuckled softly standing to her feet for a second. She opted for a proper introduction in the hopes that it’ll make the cold atmosphere slightly more inviting.
“Olivia Chase. I represent a company called G.A.D.E.M and we’re very interested in your talents”, she felt a familiar tug of a poised smirk on her lips as she held her hand to him. Olivia found herself chuckling softly at his smartass quips before she held another folder to his grasp. This time, it had no mention of his familial ties or unique capabilities but a short introduction to the company.
“I’m sure you’re well aware of the growing mutant population and while most people tend to overlook their danger to civilization, we don’t. Our aim is to catalogue the ones who blend into civilization but we tend to subdue the more dangerous mutants. From what I’ve gathered, you’re very capable of holding your own against the likes of them and we could use more people like you in our ranks. I offer you something very, very simple. Work to protect the world from genetic terrorism or watch it burn?”, by the time she finished speaking Olivia was already standing to her feet and looked out of the tall panes of glass looking out over the city’s landscape.
She turned her back to him for a second hoping he’d find some vague answers about the company in the typed documents in front of him, if he did choose to accept her offer she’d be willing to confess much more about their shrouded operations. Besides, the more soldiers for their cause the bigger their chance to win the war.
Dylan was starting to see what was going on here. This was essentially a job interview. "Love, I gotta tell ya. This is the most blimey interview I've ever been on. Usually people ya know.... Call references, have you pee in a cup. They don't stalk their potential employees." Dylan tossed the folder on the table in the same dramatic fashion as the first one. This time the folder flew open and papers see sawed their way through the air until they came to rest on the chair, the floor and littered all over the room.
"Darling. Nobody dispises the mutants more than I do. Those bastards killed me brother!" Dylan's voice was wavering and cracking. He was getting emotional. She was pissing him off though. How dare she trudge up all this family dirt. Throw her brother's death in his face. When litterally it was the only thing he ever wanted. He wanted to find his brother and get to know him. The mutants stole that oppurtunity from him. Now he would never get to know his brother.
Who he was. What he was like..... One page in particular landed right in front of Dylan looked down. The page was heavily redacted, but there were bits and pieces that caught his eye. He picked up the page. The woman still hadn't bothered to turn around and face him yet. She just stared out the window. They were going to hunt, track, catalouge and detain mutants deamed a threat?
Dylan was more than capable of going toe to toe with a mutant. He had before. He was a petty dabbler of magic and the dark arts. According to his business card he was a boneified badass. His card read "Dylan walker. Private Investegator. Mutant handler. Master of the dark arts." He really needed to get new ones printed.
"Say I take you up on this offer. You pay me to do what I'm already doing, and what? I get a dental plan? Do i get some nice fancy office in the middle of a construction site?" Dylan was actually very intersted now. Privacy invasion aside... This was his work. This was his obsession. Only this agency came with more resources than he could even dream of. He wanted to find his brother's killer. He had virtually no leads on that. So he had spent his time handling other dangerous criminal mutants.
Anything to help him sleep at night. Dylan had put down more than a few mutants. Even though he was usually outgunned. There is only so much you can do with incatations, and locations spells. Protection spells and some like divination. He didn't have any magic he could fight back with. He only could slightly level the playing field. But he was smart. He was resourceful and he had a way of coming out on top. "Fine." He said pulling out a chair and sitting down. The smirk was back. "Tell me more."
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Olivia rolled her eyes at his dramatic declaration of her unique approach to get his attention but she couldn’t help but fee proud at how easy it was to get under his skin. She heard the soft impact of papers scattering to the floor with useless grace and a sigh left her lips. For future reference she’d use an email instead, the cleaners would thank her. She tapped the scattered papers off her chair and rested herself back into the comfortable leather surface.
“Your brother was one of the many casualties from a world infested with mutants. I lost my husband and my daughter, hatred isn’t a new concept for me. Besides, if you’d look past your brother’s mugshot you’ll see the extensive resources we used to take a look into your past. All of which will be available to you should you take me up on your offer. I’m willing to throw in a dental plan if you’re so desperate for it but I thought purpose and means were enough to change your mind”, Olivia leaned forward and pressed the bony prominences of her elbows into the tabletop as she watched him closely with a strict glance and a proud smirk.
She knew he was capable against the ever growing threat and these days people like him were gold to her and the company. Besides, more ammunition against the enemy could never truly be a bad thing. She was almost certain he’d take her up on the offer but people tended to be unpredictable and he was no exception. No one was.
“I’ve found that working alongside people who share the same vision is more beneficial than some might think. I guarantee that the people working for us already deem the mutants a threat to society and they’ll anchor you to the cause, every second spent fighting against the enemy is a second worth living. Turning down my offer will always be a mistake”, she kept her thoughts at bay for a few long moments before grinning at his words.
“You will have access to any and all resources available to this company, money won’t be a problem and you’ll be exposed to top of the line equipment and maybe you’ll finally be able to catch your brother’s killer. We take confidentiality very seriously and a violation thereof will be the end of you. Is that clear? You have one chance to walk away Walker, make the right choice. Help us save the future of humanity.”
Dylan scratched his nose and sighed. He hated to admit it, but they had a pretty tempting offer. Endless expense account. A paycheck to do what he was already doing for peanuts and after all... He had all the resources of the agency to find and catch his brother's killer. "Okay love, ya talked me into it. I'll be needing a few things. I'm going to need a company car. I'm going to need a driver/ personal assistant. I'm going to need a credit card, oh and access to your fancy computers you got round here." Dylan said looking around at the fancy offices and the server room just across the way. It was a construction site after all, they had to have their computer network somewhere. It was right out in the open behind a glass wall.
Dylan turned around and faced Olivia once again. He was wearing a cheeky smile and his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his slacks. "Ah, don't look down love, you're getting a bargain. I'm the best at what I do. A real eye for talent, you have. I'll tell you one thing. You set me on a case and I'm like a dog wit'a bone. I don't rest until I get my teeth sunk into all the juicy meaty bits." His smile grew wider. "So...." He said pulling a hand from his pocket and casually walking over to her desk. He flipped open a file on her desk and started reading things, he probably shouldn't be reading.
"Who is it you want to syc your new doggy on eh? Jilted lover? Daddy says he's going to work, but you really think he's going somewhere else?" He was being an ass again, but he caught sight of a name on a file. It didn't mean much to him off the top of his head. One weird unusual name. Patient name: Blood harvester. Well, bloody hell that is a scary fucking sod isn't he? Thankfully that wasn't who she had in mind for him to track. No she had something much different in mind for him. Dylan looked up from his nosy intrusion and his smile faded. "Is it going to be dangerous?" His voice was suddenly serious. Proving that he was capable of such an action. There was no fear in his voice, only genuine curiosity. He rather imagined he was going to like his new job.
