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Psychopath (IC)
The Gravedigger handed the phone to his guards, "Lisa says that she wants to talk to an officer. I assume that one of you two little pawns are more than just the regular imbeciles they assigned to me?" Giving him a glare, the Warden's second, a guard named Tyler, took the phone. Someone seemed to be babbling from the receiver and guardsman Tyler put it to his ear.
"Wait, ma'm? What- I'm not going to-" With a start, Tyler threw the phone away like it was a live viper. From the receiver clear screams of torment could be heard, and Gravedigger's laughter was the only other sound that could be heard above them. Tyler and his buddy looked at him as if seeing a monster from their childhood. After a minute, the screams were cut off. Tyler gingerly hung it up and stared at his charge. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you waste your only call on another one of-"
The Gravedigger's laughter suddenly stopped, "My recordings? Foolish little puppet, that wasn't a recording. That was live, a murder committed by my one phone call." With a chuckle, the Gravedigger told him, "Now go get me someone with a brain. Get me Leon and his team. We are going to continue our little game..." Settling contentedly into place, he folded his hands in front of him, "A game that you should know has just begun."
"Further questioning by any of the other guards or interrogators did not get even a blink out of him, so we called you. Please," The warden leaned back in his chair, "we need you to talk with him, Leon." Leon looked down at his desk, the recording on his computer screen ended. He seemed to be lost, privately brooding and struggling with something unseen. "Leon, please. We can't stop him without you."
Still looking down, the agent muttered, "I should have killed him when I had the chance..."
"Leon-"
"I'll do it." Looking up slowly, he leaned forward. "I won't let this man win. I'll have my team together by tomorrow, and then I'll come talk to him."
The Warden winced, "He said to come-"
"I don't bend to the will of murderers." Leon barked, "I'll be there tomorrow, goodbye warden."
With slight pause, the warden nodded, "Thank you, agent." The video chat ended shortly after that. Leon leaned back into his chair, phones ringing and office milling going on around him. Rachel knocked before entering.
"He's not done yet." They said in unison. Leon blinked, "They already told-"
"Yes. Well, not really. Remember that I have to screen all of your calls... and I thought that since it was from the place they are keeping him, this one might be... important..."
Leon nodded. "Can you get everyone together?"
"I'll make the calls. Will you be alright?"
Leon tapped his finger on his desk, "That doesn't matter. We need to stop him again, and I need to be the one to do it." Rachel stood silently for a second before turning to leave, "I shouldn't have let him live."
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posted January 08, 2012 10:55 PM |
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Frederick broke off the vid-call.
The Grave-digger case was not over yet, or so it appeared. He left his office to gather his indefinate stay kit. The chopper would be here in 45 mins. The expense-account card would be waiting for him in the lobby.
50 minutes later, the helicopter left the Agency HQ.
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posted January 09, 2012 03:55 AM |
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Lionel sat in a leather-backed chair, drumming his fingers impatiently on the table. He looked at his cards again; a four and a seven. Nothing special; it would probably lose. Smoke hung over the low room, casting the place in shadow, the only source of illumination being the odd green lantern on the opposite wall. Four other people were playing, all intently studying their cards. Out of all of them, Lionel stood out like a sore thumb. While they were dressed in tweed suits or tuxedos, he was clad in a simple T-shirt, the words "3v3 International" written in bright orange on it.
The cards on the table were not in Lionel's favor; an ace, a four, and a jack. He only had a pair, and a low one at that. As the player in front of him thought on his next move, Lionel's mind took him back to the hospital.
"Why, hello Mr.Amos! How's your day been today?"
"It's fine, thank you. And yours? How is my daughter?"
"My day is as well as could be expected."
"And my daughter?"
"Ah... Come this way, please. She's taken a slight turn to the worse."
"Fold!" The man's cry startled Lionel out of his reverie. All the other players stared at him in surprise.
"But we just put down the third card!Come on, Ced, play some more!"
"Nope, sorry, I'm out. I know a loss when I see one."
Lionel's lip curled; he doubted that. Ced was a fat, balding man, who tried to bluff when he had nothing in his hand and folded when he could easily win.
The next player, after a moment of thought, pushed forward a number of tokens. "I'll raise it. By five." With a frown, the other man turned to study his cards; Lionel sank into memories again.
"What? A turn for the worse?! How bad?"
"It's nothing serious, just mildly disconcerting. Don't worry so, Mr.Amos, she'll be fine. See? She's awake!"
Indeed, his daughter was awake. His beautiful daughter. She looked at him and smiled, her pretty little smile, even though she was hooked up to a bunch of machines and doctors bustled around her. Then, she began to bleed.
"Fold. I've got nothing here." James. A fair player, not good but not bad; never took risks, even when it was worth it. And the next player was the one Lionel wanted to keep his eyes on; Anthony. A thin, Asian man, he was a regular player here. Always able to make something out of thin air, to bluff his way through anything. With a sly-faced grin, he shoved forward a pile of tokens; raising it by five. Lionel studied his cards again, before pushing the same amount forward. He turned his head, and after a moment, wearily looked down.
"What's going on?! Why is she bleeding?!"
"Ah.. Fact is, I'm not exactly sure, but, Mr.Amos, I'm sure she's all right."
"What do you mean she's all right?! She's bleeding to death!"
"No, no, it's nothing like that, it's just a little blood. She's been doing this for the past several hours, but we've got it under control-Mr.Amos, where are you going?"
"I'm leaving this hellhole! I hate you! I hate all of you!"
"Mr.Amos, please, she'll be all right! Mr.Amos!"
"Fold. Your move, Anthony."
"My move? Hmm... I'll raise it to... six hundred!"
Six hundred? From two to six? If you have good cards, you aren't supposed to raise the stakes so fast, you're supposed to draw them out, gradually increasing the stakes. But what if he had no cards and he was trying to bluff? No one would be as stupid as to bluff that high; besides, if he was bluffing, he would want to pretend he had good cards, and therefore raising it slowly! All these thoughts raced through Lionel's head. With a snarl, he looked at his cards, then at his money.
It has not been a good night. A pitiful $40 was left, not enough to even meet the amount on the table. He would have to do all in, but what if he lost? Those forty bucks could buy a present for his daughter...
"Fold. I fold."
With a grin, Anthony revealed his cards. Two threes. Lionel at the others stared in disbelief, before he gave a snarl, snatching up his money, and started for the door, not even bothering to say good night to the other players.
His leg throbbed with agony; god! that man! How dare he raise it so high and have two threes?! He could have won, damn it, he could have won! As Lionel breathed in the cool night air he started toward his apartment; only five minutes away. He walked with a heavy limp, a snarl of pain on his face. But his mind was elsewhere; on his daughter, his beautiful little girl...
Therefore he did not notice the first ring of the phone; when it rang the second time, he pulled it out with a snarl, and angrily spoke, "Who is it?"
"It's HQ. We need you. Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?! If you need me tomorrow, call me then!"
He stuffed the phone angrily in his pocket, before limping away.
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posted January 09, 2012 04:39 AM |
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"You might want to talk to Lionel." Rachel mentioned off-hand over a report, "He doesn't seem to be doing the best today."
Leon held his cup of water, he doesn't drink coffee, and looked down. "Ah hell, his daughter again?"
"A guess as good as any, but most likely. See Leo," She gave him a smug smile, "I've learned how to read people."
"My dear, a blind poodle with a failing kidney could read why that man is angry at the world."
The smile dropped, and Rachel harumphed before leaving. "You should still talk to him."
"I'll get the keys on my way out, alright? Leave me to my last day of paperwork in peace, please." The door did not slam shut because Horace caught it. "Ah, my favorite shrink. You're still alive you geezer?"
"Well, yes I guess it appears so. Still denying what happened with the-"
"She isn't dead, Horace. We never found a body, and that man would not have killed her. He would have left her alive to torment me." Leon cut in, almost hissing and giving the psychiatrist a glare that would stop the blood of a penguin. "I'm going to find her, Horace."
"Fine, fine, whatever you say." The look Horace gave his friend was one only of pity and understanding. "You'll find her one day. What we have to do now is plan for today-"
"Tomorrow we'll have enough time for that. Tonight is the calm before the storm." Raising his glass, Leon said, "Goodnight, Horace. See you in the morning."
The shrink hesitated and left with a nod.
Leon looked down at his paperwork absently and pulled out his phone. "Find me Lionel's house, please." The civility program was stupid, but Cathrine had insisted, so he had given in. It required him to say please in an earnest tone before it would do anything. Pure foolishness. But, as he had followed the rules, the robotic voice chimed "Calculating!" and gave him a rout from his office. Putting on his coat, Leon walked out to find his car.
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posted January 09, 2012 10:16 AM |
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"This is faith, you know, when something is meant to be it's meant to be yo!" Bobby was talking to the woman sitting next to him. "I was meant to be a cop, that's why I had to help the cops catch the Gravedigger even when I wasn't on their side!"
The woman ignored him, trying to keep her focus on the book she was reading. Bobby looked up at the teacher, the other looking at him as well. "Less talking, more reading." he said, his tone stern.
Bobby gave the teacher a thumbs up and looked down at the book. The lesson today was about the rights of criminals, how they should be treated. This ain't how they treated the Gravedigger. Strange. Seasoned cops should have acted more professionally.
It didn't take long before he started looking around again, restless. He wasn't exactly a schoolboy, being used to the streets and a changing environment. The reason he had joined was to catch super criminals like the Gravedigger, a goal he was foolish to have considering him not being too intelligent.
The door opened just as he had skimmed through the third page and a detective stepped through the door. "Bobby Jolie." he said, his voice hard as he searched the students. Bobby reached his hands into the air and the detective motioned for him to follow out of the classroom.
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posted January 09, 2012 05:20 PM |
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Lionel opened his eyes blearily, hand automatically reaching out to shut up the blaring alarm. With a groan, he sat up, yawning and stretching his arms. After taking a shower, changing, and taking a quick jog outside, he sat down at his breakfast table, staring blankly into space. Then, his phone rang.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Mr.Amos! How are you feeling? Did you get a good night's sleep?"
"Ah, Doctor, I'm feeling fine. I slept-How is my daughter?!"
"Your daughter is doing better; she's stopped bleeding several hours ago."
"Thank the Lord. Is she awake?"
"Well... The only problem is that she won't wake up. She's not dead, but she appears to be in some sort of coma."
"What?!"
"Don't worry sir, her heartbeat is steady and-"
"Why do you bother getting my hopes up only to tell me she's in a coma?!"
"Mr.Amos, please, I'm sure she's-"
Lionel angrily turned off the phone, placing it angrily onto the table. Angrily grabbing a soccer ball and a pair of cleats, he started for the door with a limp. Then, he seemed to recall something. He turned to his wallet and picked it up. A few hundreds and the miserable forty was all he had left. With a snarl, he threw the wallet down, murmuring, "Damn! Rent's due in two days!"
He sat down, letting the soccer ball roll away as he idly turned his cleats over and over.
"Guess I have to gamble it..."
With that in mind, he started again towards the door.
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posted January 09, 2012 09:27 PM |
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The phone rang. James put down a glass of whiskey he was holding in his hand and picked up the phone. He quickly recognize Mickey's voice. mickey was his old friend, back from the Academy days. Unlike James, Mickey moved up continuously through the years and was now a high ranking officer on the force.
"Hello, James. Enjoying your evening?"
"Good evening, Mickey. What can I say? There's nothing like a good bottle of scotch to relax after a day at work."
"So you got so old that you need to have a drink every night just to keep yourself going now?"
"'Old' has nothing to do with it. I just love a good scotch that's all. And you know I can still kick the living crap out of you every day of the week."
"Well, I'm glad you feel so full of energy, James, you just might need it. Remember how you told me you don't want to just fade into retirement? Well, I got something for you. Word is Leon Blackwood is returning back to the field."
"Leon Blackwood? The guy who put Gravedigger away? What's the matter? Office work did not turn out all he hoped it would be?"
"Apparently. But that's not the main reason. I heard that Gravedigger isn't finished. Heard that he continues to murder from behind bars."
"What?!... Alright, Mickey, time to come clean: what bar are you in right now? I want what you're drinking as well."
"I'm telling you, James, there was another murder and the higher-ups are sure it's him. Look, why don't you go meet this Leon bloke, get into his team. You help stop the Gravedigger and you can retire a hero."
"Stop the Gravedigger, you say... that would be a good way to end my career. Alright, Mickey, thanks for the tip, I'll check it out."
"Goodbye, James. And good luck."
"Yes, goodbye."
James sat back down in his chair and picked the glass up again. He sat like that for several minutes staring into space. Then he down the glass with one shot, got up and went to prepare his things. His decades-long routine was about to change tomorrow.
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posted January 10, 2012 01:52 AM |
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Leon walked up to Lionel's door as the other man was about to reach for the nob and knocked sharply three times. "Hey, Lion? Are you in there?" If the agent was drunk when Leon got in there, Leon's whole speech would have to be scrapped. And he would have to ask for a drink of whatever the other agent was having.
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posted January 10, 2012 02:45 AM |
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Lionel froze in shock, struggling to remember that voice. Wait... It was Leon.. Leon Blackwood! The leader of the team!
Pulling the door open, Lionel attempted to smile and said, "Leon! What a pleasant surprise; do come in!" He invitingly moved backwards, and then remembered the call and winced. "Sorry about last night, by the way. I was having a rough day. Would you like anything to drink?"
((OOC: Lionel doesn't drink himself, but he has plenty of beer for his poker/soccer buddies))
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posted January 10, 2012 02:52 AM |
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"Oh, no problem. I can understand what being worried sick feels like..." Leon stepped in to the house and took off his jacket ((OOC: it's the middle of fall right now)), "I'll have a little drink, now that you mention it." Mentally he winced. Leon was going to have some explaining to do to his AA group on Friday... if he was able to go on Friday, anyway.
When he received his beer, Leon settled back in the entryway. "So you do know why I'm here, right Lionel? It's not like I don't have... paperwork..." shudder, "or anything waiting on my desk. I need your help again."
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posted January 10, 2012 02:54 AM |
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"Help? With what? I would of thought that after the Gravedigger," Lionel snarled as he said the name, "anyone else would be simple. Or, at least, not requiring my help."
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posted January 10, 2012 03:00 AM |
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"Oh, the snow is still behind bars, but it doesn't appear that he is done." The partially filled can crinkled in Leon's hand and he grimaced as it cut him slightly. "He apparently was ready to be captured, and is still killing people without having to even touch or see them. I'm going to go meet with him later today, and we're going to do whatever it takes to stop him." Leon looked down at the crushed can as if noticing it for the first time, and then shook his head. It didn't matter. "Can I count you in?"
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posted January 10, 2012 03:03 AM |
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"He's not done? Damn! I'm in all right; when am I needed? I have some.. ah... slight financial... difficulties, and my daughter, you know..." Lionel took a deep sigh, then added, "You can't count on me the whole time, that's all I'm saying. But yes, when I can help, I'll do it all right; I won't let that scumbag kill many more people.
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posted January 10, 2012 03:10 AM |
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"Financial difficulties? You are talking to a Captain and an intelligence officer, sir. I don't have anything to spend my raised pay on and I don't know what to do with the surplus the bureau gives me to fund private projects. I'd be happy to help you." Leon needed everyone to be ready on beck and call, and if he could do some good while he was at it... "And I'm sure we could do something for your daughter."
Leon let what he had promised sink in for a second. "Grab your badge and your gun, and let's get out of here."
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posted January 10, 2012 03:14 AM |
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With a grin, Lionel said, "Thanks, mate, I really don't know how to repay you. Especially about my daughter. Especially about her." He strode into his room, his grin widening as he pulled out his gun and badge; the pain in his leg was already fading. As they started for the door, Lionel muttered, "Especially about her."
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posted January 11, 2012 10:04 AM |
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Edited by Jiriki9 at 10:05, 11 Jan 2012.
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Gregory sat at his kitchen table, eating a sandwich with ham, continuously watched by his cat, Susie. Sometimes he tried to stare back and try whol looks away first. But not this evening. He was feeling restless and unwell - he had nothing to do, really.
"You need a task!"
Dr. Charrens words rang in the back of his head and he weighted them carefully. Probably, the psychologist was quite right. But the conclusion he drew was less simple...finding a job...how in hell shall HE find a job that could match his intellect, his desire for challenge? He would certainly not take some lower job. But he would not be taken by a research facility anymore, his record was too ...special. He'D shake away his shiver and glance at Susie, who was still trying to hypnotize the sandwhich. He smiled. "It's good you are here, lady." He winked, then, having eaten the last bit, stood up and cleared the table, went to the kitchen and cleaned the dishes, slowly, carefully.
He missed the Case. The case had been a worthy, interesting task, something to keep him occupied. But now it was over. They had won. A goo dthing in itself, but sad it was over. And he would not get a permanent job at the police, certainly.
The bell rang. He stood, almost fearful. "This would not be Dr. Charrens." He stated. And he had no other contacts who would call him on the phone. Carefully, the phone still ringing, he moved towards it and lifted up the receiver. "Gregory Gray speaking."
"Hi Gregory. This is Rachel, Rachel Tice."
She made her voice sound nice, but he knew two things, immediately:
First, it was a polite lie. He made her felt uncomfortably, as the rest of the team. Which was ok.
Second, something was not as it supposed to be, or she felt so.
"Hi Mrs Tice." he said, a kind tone. "What is wrong?" He did not want to waste titme on small talk, which she would obviously had proceeded to, else.
She paused for a moment, then, with a voice full of resignation "It's not over. The Gravedigger case is not over." Another pause. "He has started murdering again. We're trying to bring the team back together."
A variety of mixed feelings rushed through Gregory. Anger - the man didn't know when to properly end a game. Respect - he was capable of continuing with this from prison - mixed with fear. And joy. He had a task again. Before Rachel could say more he said, with carefully held-back enthusiasm "Count me in." HE paused shortly. "If you still want me in."
"Yes." Rachel seemed relieved, though wether because he was in or because that meant she could end the phone call, was not clear. "Of course we want you in, Gregory." Liar, he thought. "Well, then, can you come tomorrow?"
"I can and will." he answered. "Good Bye and until then, Mrs Tice."
"Good bye Gregory."
He Hung up, went to the window and looked into the evening for a while, than he turned back to Susie, smiling. It was not over. More work awaited him - and more challenge. Tomorrow, it would begin anew.
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posted January 11, 2012 11:55 AM |
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The flight took most of the night and it was dawn was just behind them when the helicopter touched down on the landingpad. Someone met Frederick, another employee of the bureau. He was given a key to a hotelroom nearby and a key for the rental car waiting just of the landingpad. Same case-HQ, same hotel, same hotelroom, new car. Frederick liked this new car better already. The last one was a sports-model and too conspicuous, this was an everyday sedan. Frederick recieved a short, and unnecessary, instruction before driving off in the car.
It took a simple flash of his badge to gain entry to the case-HQ. Most officers recognised him, but the guard at the entry was new.
When Frederick entered, agent Tice and dr. Felding were already there.
"I want a situation report." Frederick demanded. "What are we dealing with? Where? How? What does the press know already? Who has been notified? The works."
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posted January 12, 2012 12:50 AM |
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Horace seemed to be preoccupied when he came in, and Rachel looked like she had just finished talking. She turns to Fredrick and starts looking in her cabinet when she spots him.
"I want a situation report." Frederick demanded. "What are we dealing with? Where? How? What does the press know already? Who has been notified? The works."
"Well sir," Rachel pulled out a stack of reports and papers, "we are dealing with the Gravedigger and, most likely, some of his accomplices. When the Gravedigger used his phone call from prison, it initiated a string of murders that his accomplices pulled off. They apparently captured a group of civilians and tortured them until they died. The Gravedigger made a call to Oklahoma City warehouse, and we found the bodies there. We do not know how they captured the civilians or what they were looking for in a target. One, Fredrik Deter, was an old man and an accomplished astrophysicist, another of the ten victims was a five year old girl, Lisa Pears, who's father and mother work at a machine shop and filed her missing Tuesday (it is now Friday). The press knows nothing so far except the fact that there is a group of ten bodies in Oklahoma."
Unbeknownst to Rachel, Fredrick and everyone else, Leon walked in the door quietly and gestured Lionel to an open seat in the waiting room next to Rachel, "Get yourself filled in while I talk to our friend here, alright?" He whispered.
Rachel continued filling the agent in, "The team and Federal offices have been informed, and everyone is temporarily being recalled from whatever they were doing since the Gravedigger case." She put the file down, "that is as much as we know, Mr. Dugalle. I assume that you know the Gravedigger case file (you do). Leon should be here-"
"Now. Hey Fred, how has it been going?" Leon held out his hand, fully expecting it not to be taken.
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posted January 12, 2012 02:11 AM |
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Lionel sat down, nodding thanks, and idly glanced at the papers with a quick glance. He smiled slightly too Rachel, nodding again for greeting with a quick, "What's up? Long time, no see." before looking Fredrick. Standing up, he said, "Nice to meet you. You on this team too?" and stuck out his right hand. He felt ill at ease; knowing how close the Gravedigger was wasn't doing him any good.
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posted January 12, 2012 09:43 AM |
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Gregory arrived at the HQ accompanied by a psychologist, Dr. Woods, a rather young woman. Entering the HQ was again unneccessarily time-costing. The Guards had a high suspicion against Gregory and searched him about 10 times, reading the papers, signed by the hwole psychologists team, even more often. He frowned at this senseless bureaucracy, since he was accompanied by a psychologist and they allready knew him...however, it did not last forever. Finally, it was over, and he was led to the room, where the rest of the Team currently was. Dr. Woods left here, her job done.
Gregory did not enter as quietly as Leon, he knocked and then entered. Not too many were allready here. He said "Hi" into the room, smiled at everyone, then sat down at a chair, yet not next to Lionel.
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