Thread: Not So Snow White (Mr Quixotic & Aurelia)

The Dean held the phone to his ear, and stared at Sofia. The silence in the room seemed to last for an eternity, broken only by the voice on the other end repeating her question. How may I help you? However, it barely registered with Hunter his focus remained on the young woman who appeared to be fighting with herself, and he was unsure which side was going to win out. Hopefully the thought of doing a good deed, and the promise of taking down Evelyn, would help tip the battle in his favour. Hunter's relief as she finally walked toward him, took the phone from his hand, and slammed it down in the cradle was palpable. She didn't look happy, however Hunter was, and a slight curve of his lips formed a smile when his sparking blue eyes met her narrowed green ones, and it broadened with each word of the confession. When it was done, and caught on digital film, he collected the phone and dialed Albert he presumed the man would not have yet had the time to squeeze himself out of his seat, and was correct. It's Dean Forsythe, I have everything under control, so I no longer require you in my office. I'll call again if things change. Not bothering to wait for a response, Hunter ended the conversation, rolled back his chair, and stood, his attention having returned to Sofia to answer her question. Very good, you've made the correct decision. He appraised her, and ejected a flash drive from his laptop. Do as I say, and everything will be fine. First we'll take down the cartel, then your Mother. Once we're finished, Evelyn White will never dare show her face on Campus again. I'll keep this secure, and hope neither of us ever have cause to need it. Hunter palmed the flash drive, and collected the package of drugs from the desk, then pursed his lips his expression one of contemplation. The poor girl had no choice really, and the day had already been hard enough, so the Dean decided not to reiterate the consequences of refusing to follow his directions. Instead, he reached out to pat her shoulder, and spoke, almost reassuringly, We'll make a great team. Not that the Dean planned to take any action himself he'd simply be the one to pull the strings. With that, he walked to the safe, opened it, slipped in the evidence, and pushed the mirror back into place. So what do you know about Delta Tau Chi? When he turned back to desk, Hunter's demeanour had taken on a businesslike quality. Not the type of crowd you usually hang with, I presume? A questioning eyebrow raised as he bent to pull open the top drawer of his desk, withdrew some papers and dropped them next to his laptop. I'm certain that's the final destination for the majority of illegal substances, and where I think we should start. Infiltrate the Fraternity, and work our way up the food chain. Hunter fanned the sheaves of paper out, each of which contained a name, and photograph. He jabbed at the first two with an index finger. Steven Drummond, and Doug Rawlings. The ringleaders smart, secretive, and wary of strangers. This is the one we should approach. Hunter collected the third page, and stepped directly in front of Sofia, and held it up to her face. On top was the name Stuart Thompson, and underneath a photo of a young man with shoulder length, dark-brown hair, green eyes, thin, angular jaw, and a 'fuck-you' expression spread across his face. Stuart Thompson. Their front-man, and, I think, their weakness. The Dean didn't mention the weakness he referred to was apparently one for pussy the girl would discover that for herself soon enough. He's not fully initiated as yet, which means rather than residing in the Frat House, Mr Thompson is accommodated in the dorms. The Dean spoke with increased urgency, and lowered the paper to press it against Sophia's fingers. Makes him easier to get to. All the relevant infomation is here, including his class schedule. Take it. Delta Tau Chi is holding an exclusive gathering this weekend, and that's certain to mean illicit drugs. You're to gain an invitation to that event, Ms White. The Dean's head was now only inches from Sofia's, and his gaze bore into hers. Do you understand?