Thread: Agency 666 (QC X Ryax)

London. October 27th 2017. 1800 In a small London townhouse gathered a small group of old, seemingly unimportant men and women. They spent the evening in the dining room, discussing important matters as cutlery clinked against plates. The room was simple yet elegant. Refined. Throughout the evening the conversation ebbed and flowed, often turning to heated discussion. After all these were perhaps some of the most powerful men and women in the world. At the head of the table sat an immaculately dressed woman. Her face was creased with the burden of time, yet her greens eyes were sharp and alert. Often, as the others discussed the matters of the Agency she was content to watch and wait. Finally the conversation paused as she placed her knife and fork on her plate and looked at the others, three men and three women. So its agreed, Grace is off the Nicola case? The woman asked finally. Yes, Said a man to her left with a French accent Ill send Vince to Ireland to take over the case. Margret, What about Grace? asked an American to the womans right. He sat further down the table in a wheelchair and had been rather quiet all evening. His left leg ending in a stump, while the left side of his face was covered in scars and old burns. His left eye was a milky, unseeing white. Dont worry Henry, that brings me onto our next topic. Our latest recruit, Mr Parker. I assume you all read his dossier. Yes, but I have to ask, is he hardly agency material? Asked an Indian woman. I agree, especially with so many failed attempts to join the police force. Added the french man. I thought you might say that, but his records from the shooting range were impeccable. And, he did kill a shape shifter. Margret explained, quickly adding more before they could protest. Plus I think he will be a good partner for Grace. There was a moment of silence before the men and women around the table uttered their agreement. Brilliant, so Mr Parker will travel with Henry to Washington, where Grace will take charge of his training. Now, who fancies some desert? Washington DC. October 29th 2017. 1730. Grace Callahan paced the ornate office with a scowl. The small heels of her black boots thumped loudly on the floor, leaving small indents in the large Persian rug. She sighed, checked her watch and then sighed again. The leather strap was worn and cracked, the glass faced chipped. Her chestnut her whirled overtime she turned. She wore black jeans and a grey long sleeved t-shirt. Her brown leather jacket was folded over one of the office chairs. The office walls were lined with bookcases, filled with all manner of strange artefacts and books. Among them were great, ancient tomes such as An intricate study of the Royal Vampiric Houses and Trolls and their kind and other books such as Magic Its practical uses in the war on evil. The centre of the office was dominated by a large, varnished wooden desk. Like the bookcases, it was coated in stacks of paper and strange objects. Please stop. I like my office without a hole in the floor. Henry looked up from the report he was reading, fixing Grace with a stern look. She frowned and moved to sit in one of the chairs opposite him. This was Margrets idea wasnt it? She asked, her accent British and contrasting to Henrys southern American. You know I cant discuss that. Henry said wearily. Fine. How long till hes here? She asked. I don't know Grace! Any minute now. Henry snapped. There was a moment of silence before Grace replied. Why have I even got a partner all of a sudden? And why some civilian who barly knows anything? Probably so you can annoy him for a change. Look, I'm not going to go into this, but remember that you were like him once, fresh faced and unaware of the dangers of this world. But... Grace started when the phone on Henry's desk rang cutting off her response. After a brief exchange he put the phone down. Hes outside, just handed his paperwork in. Great. She said, grabbing her jacket and pulling it on. Try and be nice. Henry said, and take it slow. This guy not long had a run-in with a shapeshifter. He might not be in the best frame of mind. IT probably wouldn't be the worst thing to stop by and see Elsa at some point. Aye aye boss. Grace said with a mock salute before turning to leave the office. The Washington branch of Agency 666 resides in a six storey apartment building in a poorer, rougher part of the city. The building is inhabited soley by agents. Everyone that comes and goes are all part of the agency. Upon arriving at the apartment building with Henry, Richard would have been shown to a large, lxurious room with an en-suite and asked to remain there for the time being until Grace, his soon to be partner, returned. A young woman, with curly blonde hair, green eyes and a pretty smile brought him his meals and anything else he should recquire. The young woman was then sent to retrieve him when Grace was ready. She'd ready for you, if you'd like to follow me. She said with a smile before guiding him downstairs to the basement. Just wait here please. She said before leaving. Several long moments would pass by before something finally happened. One of the walls would begin to glow a strange green and slowly, one by one the bricks would slide themselves from the wall and move to the side, forming a doorway. Once this was done there would be the familiar ding of elevator doors opening behind the wall to reveal Grace, leaning against the back of the elevator. Alright, Richard Parker? It's your lucky day, get in.