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Post by skybright on Aug 7, 2007 22:43:42 GMT -5
As she passed by the receptionist's desk and headed for the elevator Daws reflected -- not for the first time -- on just how discomfiting it was to realize that meeting with Tiernan had become more or less routine for her. Oh, there was always a subtle undercurrent of worry -- any given meeting might be the one at which her cover was blown, or at the very least might mean a new and urgently dangerous complication -- but even that had slowly ceased to be unexpected.
You best watch it, Ace. She chided herself mentally as she stepped out of the elevator and moved down the hallway to Tiernan's door. You get too complacent, and this whole thing could come apart at the seams.
With a faint sigh -- routine or not, she never looked forward to meeting with Tiernan -- Daws pushed her fedora back and knocked on the office door.
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Post by Jordanna on Aug 7, 2007 22:46:19 GMT -5
"Come," Nicholas Tiernan called from his desk, and watched as the detective strode into the office.
"Good afternoon, Miss Dawson... I have another subject to add to your list of persons to be located." He raised an eyebrow. "It's been a... somewhat eventful day."
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Post by skybright on Aug 7, 2007 22:49:59 GMT -5
"Oh?" Daws raised her eyebrows and regarded the financier with a look of feigned professional curiosity. "Who is it you're after this time?"
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Post by Jordanna on Aug 7, 2007 23:12:03 GMT -5
Tiernan pushed a folder across his desk.
"Lieutenant Nathan Vance--the son of our adversaries' possible mastermind. I wasn't able to reach him while he was on active duty in a war zone, but it seems he somehow learned that his father is alive. He arrived in New York this morning... and promptly escaped from my agents, with the help of persons unknown. It appears the elder Vance learned of his arrival, too."
Nocturne scowled. "I expect Major Vance will try to get his son out of the city, and send him into hiding. Your best chance to find him is to move quickly."
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Post by skybright on Aug 7, 2007 23:15:17 GMT -5
"All right." Daws took the folder and leafed through the information inside it, making a pretense of studying the photographs and clippings from Nate Vance's military records. "With any luck, I'll catch wind of his old man while I'm at it. He certainly hasn't been doing anything this active lately."
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Post by Jordanna on Aug 7, 2007 23:26:17 GMT -5
"I presume he's been recuperating. It almost surprises me that he's still alive," Tiernan remarked. "I became... quite incensed with him, when I briefly had him in custody before."
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Post by skybright on Aug 7, 2007 23:29:49 GMT -5
Daws fought back a flash of hot anger and raised her eyebrows. "One of those infuriating types, is he?"
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Post by Jordanna on Aug 7, 2007 23:48:57 GMT -5
"Indeed," Tiernan muttered. "The man is mad. No sane man would go on cracking wise in--the position in which I had him."
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Post by skybright on Aug 7, 2007 23:59:31 GMT -5
That's the Jerod Vance I know and love. Daws thought with somewhat exasperated pride. She shrugged one shoulder.
"I suppose it could be argued that no sane man would be causing you this sort of trouble to begin with." She remarked, tucking the folder under her arm. "All right, I'll see what I can find of either one of the Vances for you. Anything else?"
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Post by Jordanna on Aug 8, 2007 0:09:21 GMT -5
"Not at present... Ah, perhaps one other thing." Tiernan glanced at Daws wryly. "I'm understandably rather interested in what Mr. Sidney Rosenstein makes of Lusus Naturae. Of course I still have Marnique to report to me, but I like to receive more than one perspective--especially from experienced observers. You might drop in now and then to see what's going on."
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Post by skybright on Aug 8, 2007 0:15:28 GMT -5
Daws quirked an eyebrow and nodded. "Suppose I can do that. You really think he'll do much besides slap a fresh coat of paint on the place and raise the drink prices?"
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Post by Jordanna on Aug 8, 2007 0:19:08 GMT -5
"The man did say he wanted to hire Spook employees." Tiernan smiled crookedly. "I'm a little curious how a mundane will get on with some of the most unmanageable specimens of mutant who ever lived."
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Post by skybright on Aug 8, 2007 0:27:14 GMT -5
Daws snorted. "Heck, I don't even get on with the Spooks. He's got no clue what he's letting himself in for."
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Post by Jordanna on Aug 8, 2007 21:41:10 GMT -5
"I rather wish I could see it for myself," Tiernan agreed with a half-smile. Then he paused. "But you have my blessing to intervene if the Spooks begin giving him serious trouble. I still have some uses for Lusus Naturae, and I don't want to see it seriously disrupted."
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Post by skybright on Aug 8, 2007 22:11:49 GMT -5
Daws chuckled. "Never though I'd get anyone's blessing to get mixed up in a barfight -- but I'll keep it in mind." She waved the folder. "And I'll be in touch about this as soon as I find anything out."
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Post by Jordanna on Aug 8, 2007 22:25:56 GMT -5
"Very well." Tiernan inclined his head. "Good day, Miss Dawson."
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Post by skybright on Aug 8, 2007 22:34:04 GMT -5
"Good afternoon, Mister Tiernan." Daws settled her fedora on her head and left Tiernan's office -- glad that, for the time being anyway, there were no crises brewing.
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