Elise drummed her fingers on her desk, mimicking signs of human impatience. She pressed a button on her desk. "Get me Samson and Varian, immediately." "Yes, Ma'am." (You may begin when ready.)
Varian stepped into the room quietly, walking to the right and standing in place. With crossed arms, he surveys the room carefully, drinking in all that surrounded him. The floor, the desk, the cyborg who sat across the room from him; his eyes did the speaking for him. He was curious, yet slightly annoyed at being called in so suddenly. A relaxing bath or filling meal would be the bees' knees over getting called in to apprehend yet another screaming orphan or something. Pursing his lips, he glared at the cyborg in wait, curious as to why she hadn't already begun her discussion.
Samson ran into the office with his book bag, looking as if he ran all the way from his school to the agency, which, he most likely did. "I missed an important test for this! Better be important!" He said, as he tucked his undershirt back into his pants.
Elise silenced Samson with a withering gaze. "If this is too much commitment for you, Samson, then I suggest you turn around and leave."
Samson froze. "Uh, no, that's fine ma'am go on ma'am." Elise intimidated him. Not in the way most women did, She was just straight up scary. And whenever Samson would get called up to the office to speak with her, he would say something stupid, and get that stare.
Varian never answered, but rather turned to glare at the newcomer with a judgmental look as he burst in. His previously occupied eyes now traced over Samson's body as if he were staring through his flesh and judging the alignment of his bones. Tightening one of his fists, he turned back to the woman who made the call in search of an explanation.
Elise surveyed them both, judging their slight movements. A gear whirred in the back of her head. "The princess is gone." (I'm going to assume your characters are unaware of this fact. XD) "As you two are our highest detectives, I'm going to put you two on the case. However, one slip, one slip," she said, pinching the bridge of her nose to mock human annoyance, "and you will be off the case. Do you accept?"
The only raise Varian got from the news was a slightly cocked eyebrow and a second glance to the kid who had come charging in. He flexed his motorized hand, forming it into a fist and back out to paper a few times. A screaming orphan was no problem, but a kidnapped princess? He hardly felt he was qualified for such a high tier mission, but they must have their reasons. But he KNEW that the kid was not qualified. The fact that he had shown up at all was suspicious. "We're working together?" He said sourly, staring back at Samson again.
"What? The princess is missing?" Samson asked. That was strange. People don't just go missing. Much less a princess who is guarded 24/7/365. There was also the fact that he never did a case this high-profile. He mostly handled missing objects. But he supposed a missing person wasn't much different then a missing item. I mean, she had to have left some sort of trace behind. And that trace could be found with his talent.
"Here's all the information we have on the subject." Elise said, typing into her computer a complex code, withdrawing a slim file from the drawer that opened. "I don't think I need to remind you that this is all confidential."
"The detective who were on the case deemed it so." said Elise, nodding, "But it's up to you two to find a trace."
Varian took the paper with his good hand and allowed his eyes to glide over it, barely seeming to read it at all. He occasionally glanced between the other two in the room, but made no obvious effort to comment on the situation. With a nod, he handed the paper back and put a hand on his forehead, squeezing slightly and rubbing it. Varian seemed pretty pissed off to even be existing at the moment, but was not one to disobey direct orders from higher command.
"Are you alright, Varian?" inquired Elise, her eyes scanning over his features to read the expression. "You seem agitated."
Varian coughed into his hand and shook his head with a clear message. He switched weight on his legs, swaying slightly to his other side as he clenched his metal hand again, waiting for dispatch.
The tall man looked out the window of the church, the sleek black outfit and mask making him nearly invisible in the darkness. The flickering of monitors nearby shined off his long coat, and the dim grey light reflected of his black porcelain mask. Light trickles of rain seeped down the large, circular stain-glass window. He was awaiting word from his superior, silently and as still as a statue, leaning on a long cane, made of black wood and with a silver raven's head to top it off, the man's gloved hand lightly gripping the head and the beak...
Elise looked at the two. "Fine. You are both excused. You'll meet another one of your colleagues at the palace; she'll be helping with your investigation." ~~~ Strict clicking against the cold stone floor of the church interrupted Adrian's thoughts. "Was this your doing?" asked the silhouette, holding out a newspaper. "This... disappearance?"
The tall man merely looked out the window, but he spoke, his voice like an angel, smooth and low, gentle and calm, with a German accent peering through. "Perhaps. But do not forget... I am Legion. We are many. I am never alone in these matters. I am sometimes but the humble messenger. Other times, I am the Light-bringer. It all most depends on circumstance at the work of the Father's hands."
