[ 𝒑 𝒆 𝒓 𝒅 𝒓 𝒆 𝒑 𝒓 𝒊 𝒔 𝒆 opened a case. ]

       Meeting one on one inspired little reason for concern. Those who found their woes leading them immediately to the FBI either felt such crippling insecurity in their current state that worst case scenario was tattooed irremovably from their thoughts and flesh –

                       —-       or, less favourably, the danger was so steep that the middle man would result in spilt blood.

       Regardless, every file had been labelled, arranged – cup of coffee adjusted twice from nine thirty – and files reviewed, and organized alphabetically, and of immediate relevance. 

       Now, all that left was the meeting arranged for eleven, which predicted both mentally, and on a spare notepad, to come to a close around noon.

       Busied fingers toyed idly with a mechanical pencil. Tapped against his chin, clicked, and retracted. Take time, absorb it, breeze throughout until –

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       ❝Ah, The instrument was replaced on his desk, straightened subconsciously, and he leaned forward on both elbows, ❝— You’re my – special guest for this morning, right? Take a seat – anywhere – on the one chair I have set out.

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