Post by Nathaniel Kingston on Jun 7, 2011 21:26:43 GMT -8
"We would like to conclude by reminding everyone that if you even get so much as a scrap of information or even a reasonable guess, follow the lead immediately. This new murderer is going on a spree and is putting every non and human alike in danger! Dismissed."
Nathaniel got up from his seat at the wide table and sighed. Today's meeting at the NHRA sleuth headquarters was about his case. Meetings didn't usually talk about cases unless the circumstances were bad or the sleuth wasn't performing up to par. Since Nathaniel was doing his best and gathering as much information as he could, it obviously was the former. Things were getting really bad. More and more deaths were racking up, faster than ever.
He loosened his tie as he followed the small crowd of sleuths through the underground complex. He really abhorred underground buildings, and it was the one bad thing about his career choice. He felt confined. The air was stale and the breeze was nonexistent. The building just seemed to close in on him, and it drove him nuts. He never liked to be inside as it was, and being under the ground was suffocating. It was the main reason he never went to the sleuth headquarters unless summoned for a meeting.
Not surprisingly, he was called many names by the sleuths who were there almost all the time, one of them being the 'ghost' for his rare appearances and his pure white wings. He didn't mind though. Let them call him what they will, he was a good sleuth, and they knew it. They also knew that he was friendly and honest, so most of them respected him. In all reality, they were friends, and they could count on each other if needed. Nathaniel tried to impress that on them every time he came in.
"Oi, Nathaniel, want to go for a drink later?" It was one of his closer sleuth friends, Morgan, who called to him. They had worked in a team a few years back, and the camaraderie between the two had never diminished.
"I wish I could. I don't think I can relax quite yet though. Thanks for the offer. Maybe next time?" In truth, Nathaniel didn't feel well. The case he was on took more out of him than usual. He was just so disgusted by the monster that was rampaging through the city. He smiled weakly and waved before making toward the steps out of the building. The elevator would be way to crowded, and Nathaniel's claustrophobia wouldn't be able to handle it.
He quickly made up the stairs and got to the doors in record time, throwing them open to a gust of fresh air. He took a deep breath of air. It was nice out, with wonderful weather. The sun was shining and the breeze was comfortable. Well, comfortable for a Fallen. It was probably a little cold for most beings. He walked out into the sunshine and slowly made his way around the building. He didn't actually have anywhere to go after the meeting, but looking around the place was always fun. It also gave him more time to think. He still felt that he was missing the vital puzzle piece that would make the entire picture clear. Nathaniel couldn't help but feel that it was right in front of his face.
Nathaniel got up from his seat at the wide table and sighed. Today's meeting at the NHRA sleuth headquarters was about his case. Meetings didn't usually talk about cases unless the circumstances were bad or the sleuth wasn't performing up to par. Since Nathaniel was doing his best and gathering as much information as he could, it obviously was the former. Things were getting really bad. More and more deaths were racking up, faster than ever.
He loosened his tie as he followed the small crowd of sleuths through the underground complex. He really abhorred underground buildings, and it was the one bad thing about his career choice. He felt confined. The air was stale and the breeze was nonexistent. The building just seemed to close in on him, and it drove him nuts. He never liked to be inside as it was, and being under the ground was suffocating. It was the main reason he never went to the sleuth headquarters unless summoned for a meeting.
Not surprisingly, he was called many names by the sleuths who were there almost all the time, one of them being the 'ghost' for his rare appearances and his pure white wings. He didn't mind though. Let them call him what they will, he was a good sleuth, and they knew it. They also knew that he was friendly and honest, so most of them respected him. In all reality, they were friends, and they could count on each other if needed. Nathaniel tried to impress that on them every time he came in.
"Oi, Nathaniel, want to go for a drink later?" It was one of his closer sleuth friends, Morgan, who called to him. They had worked in a team a few years back, and the camaraderie between the two had never diminished.
"I wish I could. I don't think I can relax quite yet though. Thanks for the offer. Maybe next time?" In truth, Nathaniel didn't feel well. The case he was on took more out of him than usual. He was just so disgusted by the monster that was rampaging through the city. He smiled weakly and waved before making toward the steps out of the building. The elevator would be way to crowded, and Nathaniel's claustrophobia wouldn't be able to handle it.
He quickly made up the stairs and got to the doors in record time, throwing them open to a gust of fresh air. He took a deep breath of air. It was nice out, with wonderful weather. The sun was shining and the breeze was comfortable. Well, comfortable for a Fallen. It was probably a little cold for most beings. He walked out into the sunshine and slowly made his way around the building. He didn't actually have anywhere to go after the meeting, but looking around the place was always fun. It also gave him more time to think. He still felt that he was missing the vital puzzle piece that would make the entire picture clear. Nathaniel couldn't help but feel that it was right in front of his face.