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Post by starrzchylde on Feb 23, 2007 20:22:48 GMT -5
Rhia sits back in her chair, rolling her eyes. "Oh come on, Agent Farrell. The curse is on the brimstone, not the vial, and you'd have to ingest a whole lot more brimstone that what's in that vial to do any harm."
Rhia carefully avoids looking at Michael, know that if she does, she'll burst out laughing at Farrell.
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Post by FrankTheTank on Feb 28, 2007 12:22:12 GMT -5
It was kind of hard to tell with Farrell’s dark skin, but it appeared as if his face had paled considerably as he stared between Rhia and the vial sitting ominously upon his desk. Pushing himself away from the wall and lowering back into his chair, Farrell let out a relieved sigh. “So there’s no chance of me being effected by this stuff then?”
“I sure hope not.” Replied Michael with a frown as he looked at Rhia and winked. “I’ve been carrying around a small sample of that stuff in my trouser pocket. If I suddenly find I’m having trouble in the downstairs area I’ll be having words with young Rhia here.”
Farrell didn’t look completely reassured but he did relax enough to finally take his eyes of the brimstone to concentrate on Rhia and Michael. “I still don’t know why you need me to look at this for you. Magic is your department not mine. You know we can’t have any Inderlander’s on the staff so what you expect me to find that they cant is beyond me.”
Michael leaned forward across the desk, his fingers laced together under his chin. “Look Farrell, I just want one of your guys to take a closer look at this stuff. I try my best not to dabble in the black, so unless we go out of our way to speak to some real nasty types were not going to be able to find out how this curse was made. Your lab boys can pull this brimstone apart and with any luck tell us what the heck is was in it. You’ll also be able to tell us whether this is medicinal or street grade, maybe even the manufacturer or supplier.”
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Post by starrzchylde on Feb 28, 2007 12:41:32 GMT -5
Rhia nods, agreeing with Michael. “We’re not asking you for anything more than a chemical composition of the sample, and hopefully the supplier. If we can find out what went into making the black charm, then it might give us a better idea of who made it. Every witch has their own way of doing things, and seeing the ingredients might point us in their direction.” Rhia doesn’t add that it was actually demon magic, not wanting to send Agent Farrell into frightened convulsions again.
She looks over at Michael, then back to Farrell as she pulls her bag onto her lap. “Neither of us like to admit when we need help, Agent Farrell, but we need your people to take a look at this for us.”
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Post by FrankTheTank on Mar 1, 2007 10:14:53 GMT -5
Farrell tapped his finger on the top of his desk thoughtfully as he stared at Michael intently as if trying to read his mind. Working with Michael previously hadn’t exactly been a pleasant experience but it had proved a beneficial partnership to the FIB. If Farrell could put up with Michael’s intensely annoying personality, then maybe he could be of some use to him.
“Ok, say I help with you little investigation,” Said Farrell as he leaned back into his chair. “What’s in it for me?”
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Post by starrzchylde on Mar 1, 2007 10:31:50 GMT -5
Rhia grins at Michael, opening the bag on her lap. She pulls out a large handful of charms by their cords and lays them down on Farrell’s desk.
She picks one up, letting the charm touch her skin. Her appearance doesn’t really change, but it seems to be very hard to look directly at her. She sits the charm back onto the desk, off by itself. “I call that an inconspicuous charm. They come in handy when tailing someone. You kind of blend into the crowd, making it very difficult to remember any physical characteristics. Pair that with this one,” she says as she picks up a disguise charm,” and your own mother won’t recognize you”
Rhia grins again as she sets the charms down on the desk. “There’s pain amulets, disguise charms, inconspicuous charms, and a few other winners here. They’ll come in handy, trust me, and they’re yours for the taking if you help us out.”
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Post by FrankTheTank on Mar 1, 2007 11:26:08 GMT -5
“Young lady if I’m not mistaken you, it would appear that you are trying to bribe a federal officer.” Said Farrell as he tried hard not to look too impressed by Rhia’s little demonstration. “You’re right though, those kind of things could come in real handy in this line of work. I’ve also heard that they pretty damn expensive so how is it you can just hand them out like candy.”
Farrell waited for Rhia to reply when he noticed Michael giving him a curious smirk with an eyebrow raised, shaking his head from side to side slowly.
“Oh God she’s a witch isn't she.” Exclaimed Farrell, receiving his third shock of the afternoon during what was becoming a rather stressful ten minutes.
Michael burst out laughing at Farrell's expression which probably wasn’t the wisest thing considering the man was clearly wearing a firearm beneath his blazer.
“No shit Sherlock.” Snickered Michael as he managed to get his laughter under control. “Everyone of those charms was made in my kitchen only yesterday and trust me when I say it’s far cheaper to make your own charms. Besides, we had no intention of trying to bribe you James. What we would be looking for would be more of a long-term arrangement, like say adding us to your consultants list. That way should any information come across our paths in the future that could be of assistance to the FIB, we would have no hesitation in sharing that with you...for a small consultancy fee.”
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Post by starrzchylde on Mar 1, 2007 11:38:17 GMT -5
Rhia sits back down, leaving the charms strewn on the desk in front of her. She grins, shaking her head at the exchange between Michael and Farrell. “No, never bribing. Think of it more as a peace offering. A showing of appreciation to better improve professional relations between us,” she says with a nod.
She looks back at Michael, waiting for Farrell to say something.
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Post by FrankTheTank on Mar 6, 2007 9:06:26 GMT -5
Farrell crossed his arms as he stared across the desk at Rhia and Michael. He couldn’t quite shake the feeling that these two were trying to pull a fast one on him. From experience he knew Michael to be an intelligent and bleeding sneaky individual to work with. The case in which he had assisted the FIB with, had left a lot of very strange loose ends that Farrell had never been able to tie up.
For starters, how did Michael have such in-depth knowledge of the shipments movements and manifest. Why was the value of brimstone, while a record bust for the FIB, so much smaller than all the intelligence reports had suggested. Then shortly after the shipment of drugs was seized, Michael had gone out and bought himself an expensive property and opened up his own business.
Add all these little questions to the huge amount of capital required to buy off Michael’s contract, and the man's sudden buying power when all reports to the contrary showed him to be pretty much bankrupt and you could see why Farrell was suspicious.
Although Farrell couldn’t prove it, he suspected Michael of playing both sides of the fence. The question was whether or not Michael had broken any laws in doing so. At the very least he believed Michael had taken a cut of the money used to buy his contract out. If however he had gone a step further and profited from the missing brimstone, Farrell would have no choice but to take him down.
Faced with the man in his office, Farrell knew that it would take time to bring a case against Mr Drevan. So it would be best to let him think that he trusted him.
“Ok, when you put it like that…it still sounds like a bribe to me, but I think we could work some kind of arrangement out.” Said Farrell with a smile on his face. I’ll tell you now, it’s going to take a lot more than a couple of fancy charms if you want to use my lab.”
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Post by starrzchylde on Mar 7, 2007 10:16:16 GMT -5
Rhia raises an eyebrow at Farrell, wondering why he seemed to look like the cat the caught the canary. If this guy was like most other agents in the FIB, then he wouldn’t trust her or her charms as far as he could throw her. So, why no does her seem to be so trusting.
Rhia files that thought under ‘things to be looked over and talked about with Michael later’, and gets back to the task at hand.
“I am sure that both Michael and myself would like for this professional relationship to be beneficial to all parties concerned, Agent Farrell. What is it that we could offer or do for you?”
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Post by FrankTheTank on Mar 7, 2007 12:04:10 GMT -5
“hmmmmm, now let me think about that.” Said Farrell, rubbing his hands together in almost childish glee. “What would I like you to do for me?”
Michael just sat there scowling at Farrell, clearly unimpressed with the man’s negotiation skills. The meeting had already gone on far longer than he’d anticipated due to Farrell’s uncooperative attitude, but now he was starting to thoroughly piss him off.
“Farrell,” Spoke Michael softly while wearing a sickly sweet smile. “Why don’t you do everyone in this room a favour and stop acting like a complete ass. Your going to help us, and not only are you going to help us willingly, you’re going to be whistling a jaunty little tune as you do it. And you know why.”
“Please enlighten me,” Snarled Farrell, the smile he had been wearing now a million miles away. “Before I find myself an excuse to throw you in a cell.”
“Because this case has the potential of being a career maker, that’s why.” Replied Michael with a smug grin.
That last sentence certainly caught Farrell’s attention as he leaned across the desk eagerly. “Elaborate.”
Michael was mightily pleased to see Farrell finally showing a little enthusiasm for the case. He was starting to think that coming here might not have been a complete waste of their time. “Let’s just say this case involves a number of potential human homicides and brimstone being used as weapon against high society vampires, and by high society I mean bloody important and stinking rich. Now apart from Rhia and I, you are the only other person besides the client who knows anything about this.”
“Ok you’ve got me hooked.” Grinned Farrell as the thoughts of early promotion swam through his head. “I’ll need to know everything you know.”
Taking that as the queue to end the meeting, Michael glanced at Rhia then stood up. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his wallet and extracted one of their black company cards and flicked it across the desk to Farrell. “We wont know anything until you look at that brimstone. Call us when the test results come in.”
On that final note, Michael span on his heel and walked out of the office trying not to grin too hard at Rhia.
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Post by starrzchylde on Mar 7, 2007 18:03:56 GMT -5
Rhia stands with Michael and walks out, not saying another word to Farrell as she leaves. Once they are in the hallway, she takes Michael's arm, walking with him back towards the doors to the building. "You are too much. You should have warned me about how much of that guy hated witches."
She pushes her bag higher up on her shoulder as they pass by the dogs. They growl just a bit at Michael and Rhia as they pass, but Rhia ignores them. She offers the woman a polite smile, still holding onto Michael's arm as they make their way to the front doors.
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Post by FrankTheTank on Mar 9, 2007 13:20:12 GMT -5
"Hate is a very strong word.” Laughed Michael as they strolled through the security checkpoint they’d passed on the way in and out into the street. “Total distrust is more like it. I wouldn’t take it personally though, he treats all Inderlander’s the same way, including me.”
The sun was still beating high up in the sky as they made their way back to the car. After three months, Michael was still in the habit of opening the door for Rhia if she gave him the chance. His father had always taught him to treat women like ladies, unless of course they were trying to rip your throat out.
Michael slipped into the drivers seat and grinned at Rhia as she pulled her seat belt on. “All in all, I think that went pretty well. Farrell’s gonna cooperate and run the tests, plus we didn’t get thrown in jail while we convinced him to work with us.”
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Post by starrzchylde on Mar 9, 2007 16:25:04 GMT -5
Rhia shakes her head, smirking at Michael as her seatbelt click into place. "I don't know, Michael. I don't trust that guy. He seems like he has a hidden agenda for working with us."
She shrugs and sits back in the seat, crossing her legs. She reaches back and pulls the clips from her now mostly dry hair, letting it fall to her shoulders. She runs her fingers through her hair then settles her hands in her lap.
"I just wonder what it is that Agent Farrell is after."
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Post by FrankTheTank on Mar 15, 2007 6:37:46 GMT -5
“Well as long as it isn’t five-nine, with black hair and the cutest hiney this side of the ocean I don’t really care.” Grinned Michael as he slowly pulled out of the car park and onto the main road. The evening rush hour was just beginning to die down a little so the journey home would take half the time.
Glancing at Rhia as they cruised along just under the speed limit, Michael’s expression became markedly more serious. “I really don’t think we have anything to worry about. Farrell may be an ass and unreasonably suspicious of all things supernatural, but he’s still one of the good guys. He probably thinks he can get us to do some free consulting for him or maybe knock up a couple of your vanity charms for his wife.”
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Post by starrzchylde on Mar 15, 2007 7:24:40 GMT -5
"I don't know, Michael," Rhia says in a thoughtful tone. She watches the traffic around them. They had been in FIB central long enough for most of the traffic rush to pass. Well, she thinks to herself with an inward shrug, there's not much I can do about this right now. Deciding to lighten the mood, she turns to Micahel with her trademark grin. "This side of the ocean, eh? I'm glad you approve."
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