E I J I R O U
K I R I S H I M A
" Kiri - Red - Shitty-hair "
17 years of age - Japanese - "Gifted" Human
Eijirou Kirishima is a strongly-built and durable individual as a whole. He worked relentlessly in order to build up his strength and gain his desired physique, so he takes a degree of well-deserved pride in his appearance. His strength lies in endurance, physical strength and brute force, granting him the nickname "The Bulldozer of Class 1A."
On the flip side, he is not the fastest kid on the block, but he does frequently work on his speed, stamina and flexibility to try and make up for it.
His eyes are a ruby red, and truly the windows to his soul. Kirishima is an incredibly expressive individual, and his eyes never fail to reflect his true emotions.
His hair is naturally black and straight, yet Kirishima chooses to keep it dyed crimson red and spike it up to his signature lofty style. He'll wear his hair down if he is in the comfort of familiar spaces and familiar faces, and usually keeps it either tied back or pushed out of his face with a headband.
While it is common knowledge that Kirishima styles his hair up to the spikes, very few folks are aware of his natural hair color.
Hair holds memories, and for him, the red color symbolizes a new phase in his life that he can be proud of.
Kirishima's teeth are unusually sharp and resemble more of a beast's than a human. He is unsure where exactly the sharpness of his teeth originates from, but figures he may have inherited that trait from a member of the unknown side of his family.
In the MhA cannon universe, Kirishima's baby teeth were blunt like a normal human child's, and the sharp teeth came in as his permanent set. The number of times he had bitten his own lip, tongue or cheek trying to get used to them is next to countless.
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Loud. Boisterous. A "bit too much." Those are common words used to describe Kirishima's personality.
However, so are "Loyal," "Outgoing," "Trustworthy," and "Uplifting."
Kirishima is a highly social and very extraverted boy who is able to get along with just about anybody, regardless of personality differences.
He is fully aware of his rambunctious personality and habits of sudden loud outbursts. He is not ashamed of it, but he will swiftly apologize and keep himself in check if he gets called out.
Kirishima does not filter or conceal his emotions, and is ultimately a very bad liar if he tries to do so. He is very blunt and upfront, and holds no hesitation to comment on unsavory behavior.
Kirishima holds a true "Chaotic Good" alignment and by default, serves as the peacekeeper and mediator in various situations. Despite his passive demeanor, he is known to do a quick, 180 flip into an aggressive spitfire if one manages to prod the few "soft spots" he has. He never backs down from a fight or a challenge, even if his odds of winning are slim.
Overall, Kirishima holds himself to a mildly corny standard of chivalry and honor. He tries to model himself after a hero he looks up to by the name of Crimson Riot, even going as far as adopting the code name "Red Riot" in his honor.
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Eijirou Kirishima - Code name, "Red Riot."
Kirishima is currently a student at a hero-run school for "gifted" kids, and works part-time at the Fatgum agency -- an agency that specializes in neutralizing threats and apprehending criminals with supernatural and superhuman abilities.
His own ability allows him to harden his anatomy and turn his skin into jagged stone. This increases his physical strength and durability, and allows him to easily withstand things like extreme blunt force trauma, bullets, point-blank explosions, crushing force, piercing or slicing weapons, and falling from great heights.
His fighting style is geared towards close-quartered melee combat, using his fists, arms and body as both weapons and a shield. He is notorious for taking on a reckless and aggressive approach to a fight, bulldozing head-on into battle and throwing himself into harm's way to shield friends and civilians alike.
He has learned to regenerate himself after taking devastating hits. However, there is a limit to the number of attacks he can withstand before his ability begins to give out. Kirishima is also prone to becoming fatigued after giving or receiving numerous heavy hits, and will struggle to keep his ability activated after a certain amount of time.
+ QUIRK SPOILER AHEAD +
Eijirou Kirishima's Ultimate form is known as "Unbreakable." He is able to done layer upon layer of his dermal hardening ability, therefore amplifying his strength and durability to the extreme. This gives Red Riot's "Unbreakable" a monstrous appearance with monstrous strength to match.
In the MhA cannon universe, Kirishima is only able to hold Unbreakable for 40 seconds at a time before his ability gives out. With time and practice, he is able to mantain and fight with Unbreakable for longer periods of time.
"Unbreakable" is completely and entirely impenetrable for the short time it is activated.
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It was Cassella’s turn to be curious. A lifelong gaze was given to the youngster who was staring at his hands, partially wondering how close he has been at the receiving end of that. The concern was there, more prominent and absolute than the former, but hearing something like that… bullet working with little to no difficulties at all was perhaps, either a useful thing or a horror to behold. It could be a temporary solution for a lot of the things she deals with, but it will be a double-edged sword at best. Who knows what they even did to formulate that? "I'd imagine so, but I'm just glad he got them back without any consequences at all."
It’s one of those things one will just find hard to live without. She hoped it was not something they had to worry about with this assignment, for both of these boys, once was terrifying enough.
Her hands absently thumbed through folded paraphernalia, and when it almost seemed that the happier ending to that wasn’t enough to ease away the persistent worry that kept on clouding its way back in, one glance up was enough, just in time to see him closely inspect the contents of the box. The look on his face was enough to actually put all of those anxieties back, and she nearly lost it the moment the question was hopelessly piped out.
Oh, you poor thing. His reaction already met her expectations, the words that tumbled out of him were just icing on the cake. Cassella wished she could offer a better solution, she really did, but that was just priceless. "That's… the most preferred method, yes, I personally do," she was helpless against the laughter that mushroomed from her throat. "There's also the option of making an incision at the back of someone's neck to let it in, but that's a little more… feelsy, until it sinks deep. I only do that for emergencies and it scars, I wouldn't recommend it." Turning slightly, she raised her ashen hair to expose her nape. Smaller scars littered the pale skin, all of them more subtle and silvery at first glance. There were a few deeper and embossed gashes that poked out of the collar of her shirt, most likely running their way down to the back, which was promptly veiled when her soft fluffy locks were back in place.
With her phone buzzing in for a few messages, a moment was spared to look. An assortment of stray new numbers, they were, most likely from those she had exchanged with earlier, and yet it was easy to take her attention back at the mention of this bizarre ability– a concept that still seemed rare to her when she thought she had seen it all. “If that’s how he rolls, that’s something I need to see live. We’ll have loads of time tomorrow to prepare, if you both are down to demonstrate what you could do I already found a nice spot for that. Without audiences, of course– people here will most likely lose their minds.” Empty wrappers went straight to a bag pocket without a second thought, with her leaving her seat as if no one even touched it. With her drink still half full, that was cradled with the rest of the things she was carrying. "I haven't even looked at my room yet, I just had somebody chuck my things in there earlier. Though I've been told that we're all on the same floor. I can wait."
Heading back to the main lobby where most of the elevators were located, spaces were noticeably empty at this point save for the occupied reception area. It did seem like she was feeling a little bit better after sitting down even just for a while and eating something. At that question, however, argent eyes blinked, for a fraction of a moment she seemed taken aback. That certainly came out of the blue, but being confided to was never new. "I have to keep all sorts of secrets, Kiri. I don't mind a few more," she grinned. "What's up?”
There it was. Cassella was expecting a barrage of questions at this proposal, and Kirishima was never short in those. She did appreciate how inquisitive he was, however, and from the way she nodded, she was only welcoming more. No question was far too silly coming from a youngster who was just eager to learn. “No, it’s just the host who can share what they have with a few others. They don’t have any ability to take anything from the ones they are working with. When I was at the receiving end I used someone's flight for a retrieval operation. But I'm qualified to lead its use, allowing people to borrow the things I could do. That doesn’t eliminate my capacity to use it at the same time, either." She took a swig of the peach iced tea that she has, with that earning a sigh as she relished it. "The mental strain is there, but that's why host candidates undergo mandatory training for endurance. It's the receivers who can use them without the grueling training, though a bit of practice and precaution is usually asked to prevent friendly fire during transmission."
Explaining all these actually felt easy. The woman wished that most conversations were like these, where she merely had to rely on experience and concrete data to say something. Still, she herself actually felt bizarre saying all these. “Fortunately it still allows all its users to act autonomously, it doesn’t have that feature of taking control or surrender. That breaks so many codes for ethical consent.” Chuckling to herself, she ran her fingers through her hair. “That would be terrifying though, I wouldn’t touch it with a pole if that’s the case. I can’t imagine taking someone’s will away like that, for any reason.” The mere thought alone prickled through her skin, and for a brief moment, she looked rather disturbed as she stared at her food, before biting upon it as if that would be enough to swallow all that off. "But no, no hiveminds, and as a host, I wouldn't be able to take your abilities away. And should you request that option of borrowing mine, it won't be a permanent thing. The device expires eventually within three days, and there's also the option of earlier removal after the task, or if the wearer decides not to proceed."
“That being said, think of it like a living transmission device. Certain features like that can go only one way, from host to receiver. The only things that the receivers can transmit back was their location, comms, and vitals. Us hosts use it to keep track of our people’s stats and injuries.” She was now rifling through her bag, producing a few folded papers, but it seemed like she was looking for something else. “Limiters are also in place just in case, to prevent things from going overdrive. Since it’s about the transference of energy, that mechanism cuts off all links and connections the moment a certain level is reached to keep its wearers safe.” Finally, she produced a medium-sized container that resembled a black felt jewelry box.
“Cons.” Cassella finally said. Glancing around, most people have already left the dining hall at this time. “ It doesn’t look the most aesthetically pleasing. Our engineers are working on that, hopefully, this year they get to release compatible shells for it. It spooks most receivers out, I can’t blame them.” She opened the box, gently sliding it over to the boy’s direction.
Beneath the lid was a set of paperwork peculiarly folded into cranes and a batch of vials. There were two smaller ones at the very top, containing something so small and pink that it resembled a tiny squid submerged in clear fluid, both with the label of HOST in gilded letters. Two at the side were filled with a clear substance of sorts, labeled like any drugstore item. The last two were a little bigger, the tubes containing something a bit longer. Barely at the size of a pinky, the organisms residing inside were curled with more dendritic limbs, akin to the extending roots of a tree.
Some of its tendrils were fluttering, twitching.
True to her words, that thing was alive.
“Installing that doesn’t feel so pretty either, but it doesn’t last long. It’s more on the weird side than pain. I don’t use anesthetics, but I could see why others request for it.” Stretching slightly, she handed him a couple of folded slips, before starting to put her things back. “I’d need to explain all these to Amajiki as well, and I’ll be sending off the documents to Fatgum for review and transparency. You don’t have to decide right away tonight, I’d recommend discussing it with him.”
She heard of that game before, passed along by some people she knew. While she didn’t play anything as much as she wished did, watching was deemed to be enjoyable. As the boy bid his goodbyes to his peers for the night, it was a bitter, frantic thought that suddenly hit, however, seemingly out of nowhere. Did she end that prematurely? What if this was the last? What if those other youngsters on the phone had missions of their own somewhere for the next twenty-four hours and this was just one little way they knew of to calm their nerves? How many times did she see something like this, where collective optimism never got anywhere?
The expression on her face almost looked haunted as she gazed at the things that she was holding, though she blinked that away. Even the Illustres was getting agitated, it was pressing inside her head. “Yeah, it’s been one hell of a day. You’re one to talk, all three of you just flew all the way here at the first call. Makes me wonder how your mentor is doing out there, I hope he's okay.” She shook her head. "We can pay your buddy a visit after you eat, so don’t rush it!”
Don’t rush it.
Cassella took a deep breath. Nabbing a chicken sandwich from the pile as she allowed him to explain, smoke curled out as soon as she unwrapped the foil. "That's teamwork," She grinned. "Pretty close! But this is more like…" she pursed her lips as if trying to find a better term. "Temporarily borrowing someone else's. Make it your own, even just for a little while, and pairing it with what you already have. With permission granted by its owner, of course."
"You see, the organizations I'm in have carried out missions close to this over the years. They've been trying to develop a ton of equipment ever since, merging biology, technology, and sorcery in the process." All these felt like the ramblings of a madman if not for her saying that gradually, in between hasty, dainty bites of her food. "With decent results, one I've used over and over. I needed something that could be a good backup if all comms go down. It's not something we offer to people outside the org, but I don't think they can turn down my request for an exception. This living instrument comes in a set, led by a host.”
She finally finished through the first, reaching over for a second. The finesse remained, but it seemed that she can go through the entire thing in a minute or two if she tried. “The thing I asked you is just one feature of that. With it, a standing host can willingly lend what the limiter can allow to another vessel. Its main purpose was to serve as a beacon and communication channel to allies, though, in case people get separated one way or another. I personally use it to take a look at my teammate’s stats and vitals if they’re far, though I rarely use it for telepathy the way they intended since it spooks most users out.”
This feels so familiar. It was as if she was back in those days, watching someone signing a contract. Cassella shook the thought away, once again, stretching slightly. They're more intrusive than usual, maybe she was that tired.
“I will be lying if I said that this is just purely for business reasons, I’m genuinely interested in what will come out of it. But it’s just one option on the table along with many others. I’m sure we’ll get past this just fine, with or without.”
The boy was easily convinced, reactive, and easily excitable with simple motivations and incentives. Earlier he was truly dead to the world, oblivious to the awkward glances from passersby who figured that he was just a teenager so involved with his phone and his friends, a typical sight nowadays. To the young woman’s watchful eyes, however, that certainly took her back.
Of late afternoons in the deeper obsolete hallways of the estate’s phrontistery beyond the eyes of strict teachers, with the younger ones chattering about as they clustered around those who were engrossed with their devices, squeaking and chirping with indiscriminate excitement on every win. Their eyes shone in the dark – like marbles, and the smiles on their faces stretched ear to ear. Nights where a few old friends would laze and sit around with consoles, a mountain of junk food, countless rolled joints, and ice-cold beer. While the profanities shouted were beyond extreme, the lighthearted cheer remained. Even as a silent spectator it was a time well spent observing, and reminiscing between two timeless things, one she can always return to, and one she was now living without.
It was only when he noticed her that a brilliant grin finally made its way on her countenance, unable to hold back a laugh at the look on his face. “No, no, you’re fine!” She chuckled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to disturb you and your friends, that seems really fun. What are you playing?” One nearby seat was finally occupied and she finally sank down into the cushions. Gods, that felt good, sinking into a cushioned bag of beans. Even her bones felt that. With the amount that she was carrying and how it almost swallowed her in, she was half-buried in a pile of snacks, grocery bags, and wrapped warm sandwiches. His next question did seem to catch her off guard. She passed over a bottle of iced tea his way. "Really, Kirishima, do I look that haggard now?" Cassella asked.
From the tone of her voice alone, she didn’t seem offended, more amused at the concern given. These kids were more perceptive than the adults give them credit for. "I'm alright. Been running around all day, and I'm securing a few things here and there as part of the prep. I’ll most likely feel better after eating something– I always do." She leaned back against the rest, her eyes pinned up to the ceiling before straightening up. “Huh... speaking of dinner. Have you seen Amajiki around? I hope he’s been alright. If he hasn’t gotten anything I can drop something off his way.”
From there, she started sifting through the things she has, trying to pick in a selection, only to indulgently go with an entire bunch to give away. “But anyway,” Cassella started once more. “I got a random question for you. If you don’t mind.” Metallic eyes glinted as she glanced up at him, before averting her eyes back into the things she was neatly stacking up. That sounded casual. “Kirishima, have you ever tried stacking up your abilities with something else? Someone else’s?”
“Sńe͠a̡ky~̷ ̴tipp͏y͘ ͜t̨oe̛…̷”
A furtive hum, that was one little thing that Cassella paid no mind to. Fatgum's insight did make sense for someone who kept her work discreet. In a way, she was relieved that it was set up that way instead of all other conclusions running through her head. And yet a grin graced her face at the mention of strengths– it was already obvious that she wasn't opposed to that at all. "I can look around the hotel's area and see if there are spaces out there should they need to demonstrate a few things here and there. Shouldn't be hard, it's a decent spot after all."
Her gaze swept back to the two boys at the request, however. It wasn’t something that she found peculiar, no. If anything, the bizarre ones were the places that expected hunts from those who were younger than this. She would know. And yet Cassella nodded at that, keeping the promise to herself for the most part.
At least she still has the freedom to go all-in if she needed to. That was good enough reassurance, coming from the captain himself.
“I don’t doubt it,” she chuckled. “I’m already sure they’ll do so well, I'm not even worried!”
"L̶iarl͞i͞a̵r̵l͞íar͢lia̴rl̵i̵ar…"
Worrying should be a skill at this point, she knew she would own that.
The business card was carefully pocketed, in which she quickly exchanged her own. Cassella took the handshake, and it shared the same amount of weight and conviction that was left unsaid. She remained there as they left, happily waving away. “Take care, I’ll see y’all soon!”
It has been a long day, for her at least. While there wasn’t much rest waiting for a mind plagued with the excitement of tomorrow and there were still a couple of appointments left for the day, Cassella was just eager to get back, gather her things, and get settled somewhere for the night. Their places getting booked beforehand was a pleasant surprise, their sponsors didn't go shabby for accommodations and went full out. She finally stood up to leave, hoping to make a quick getaway, only to be intercepted by a couple of other people in corporate uniforms who seemed a little too eager to chat.
Maybe she wasn’t that sneaky after all, beneath all that light.
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The weather seemed to calm down slightly, even just for a while, with the downpour reduced to frequent drizzles. The rest of the afternoon's events went well, it seemed, hectic appointments and convenience store trips included. Cassella arrived later at the hotel than she wanted, and her first stop was already the dining hall to fetch something for herself. There were so many options and food to be had, though she figured that she could rejoice in that sometime after the entire operation was done. And yet that didn't stop her from ordering an assortment of things anyway just to be sure.
Deeper into the night, the woman in that pale coat was a gaunt thing beneath all that fluorescent lighting, her eyes slightly bloodshot, always noticeably deep in thought if she was left on her own. It was when she was heading to her place that she finally noticed Kirishima in that little dining nook of his, his back turned.
Oh, that's right – she needed to briefly talk to the two. She has been in and out of places that she had to chide herself for almost forgetting something important.
Cassella made her approach, glancing around for another familiar face. The other boy was nowhere to be found. Primly walking across the place, she was holding onto a stack of wrapped sandwiches close to her chest as if at the moment, that was the most important bundle there was. “Hey! I thought Amajiki was going to be with you. I gotta give both of you something–"
That victorious shout made her jump, and that also earned the looks of a few patrons and staff.
He's busy, whoops. This could probably wait.
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Only detained. Argentine eyes squinted at this. It was a very specific word to be hung up on, but for a moment, that has her full focus, finding it absurd how one word could make it so much more complicated than it already was. Going all out was always a challenge on its own, but could at least yield permanent results. Simply seizing some of them, however, could be another story. The very thing that brought her here was the escapees after all… who’s to say that it wouldn’t happen again? With these in mind, she allowed the general to explain further, briefly pausing as the question regarding the map was posed.
Despite all concerns, a part of her was already trying to tailor something to hide the devices away in the event that they were set up in the specific locations required. The only thing that managed to break through that grim expression of hers was the announcement that followed as everyone was finally sorted out into their groups. Cassella partly expected that she would be a part of the Sting operation due to the nature of her field roles, but the next lineup of names came in as a pleasant surprise. Taking her eyes off the description of the mapping device on her screen, she laughingly turned to Kirishima just as he was hushed down. “Take a look at that, I’ll get to see what you can do after all, in real-time!”
Recon team “S”. This was how it would be for the next few hours until it was all over. She made it a point to take down notes about the other teams, flipping through the supplied blueprints as she goes, knowing that the other leads will be those she will also be in touch with for this operation.
It could be a heavy mantle to bear… one that she didn’t seem to mind. For now.
. . .
The end of that meeting found her up on her feet, already one of those who were quickly and quietly taking advantage of the treasure trove of potential contacts. Among the few people that dropped by for a couple of questions or casual greetings, the woman was a ghostly thing that didn't seem to belong compared to the others that towered over in uniforms or decorated attire. There were hands to be shaken, business cards to be swapped, numbers and emails to be noted… and wishes to be said, no matter how uncertain.
I saw your record in this profile,
it’s very impressive!
It’ll be alright.
Let’s all do our best.
How many times she said those words today to random folks even before that meeting, and how many times she will say that in the future, she wouldn’t bother to count. This could be the first and the last time she’ll ever see some of these faces, might as well send them off that way. Cassella warmly bid her goodbyes when she heard her name, however, and gracefully skirted around two exiting people just to make her way back. “Sir!” A sprightly greeting, that was, though her movements were a whole lot more refined. "Please, just call me Cass! It's an honor to work with the three of you."
She took an empty seat just beside their designated captain, neatly stacking her papers within reach. "Ah, that conference went by faster than I thought it would, I thought we'll be here all night."
With each passing shot, each batch of data was a wanted person with a significant profile, a long trail of crime, and brutal run-ins with the law. Each account from every testimony told of something grisly, spoke of slaughter or severe physical or psychological injuries for the lucky. Cassella wondered if she truly had to be here, on this seat, knowing that she didn't have a spotless record if tweaking it was out of the question. There were only a few differences between her and the people on this list, she figured, one of them was the reason to be. The hands that adeptly skimmed through the screen or the fingers that twirled a pen around weren't the cleanest for eons, and she knew, that whatever happens in this operation will only add up to it.
This was an age-old epiphany that never failed to resurface whenever she was in the company of those who she believed to be more righteous… not that she did anything much to change that.
Preoccupied thoughts finally gave way when the last agent was called. This man seemed to be on the friendlier sort from what she had seen earlier– Fatgum– as he was called, easily introduced the boys beside him without delay. One seemed to be thrilled with the attention, and the other seemed very intent on keeping his eyes somewhere, anywhere that didn't have a person in it. The pale woman was quick to flash an encouraging grin, before turning back to her things, closely inspecting the new set of data that was before her. This person in the photographs didn't seem like she belonged with the rest of the unpleasant folk reported just now. Appearances could certainly be deceiving, her frown only deepened as she flipped through the next images, stumbling upon the surveillance video. “Are you seeing this?"
“Wi͡b̡bl͟y͠ f͢eeţ.̷..”
“No, no, not the centipedes. Look deeper. Let’s slow that down.”
She did, as much as what that player would allow her. And yet even before it can even provide any proper insight, it was already cut off, each time. At this, Cassella could hear a low, drawn-out hiss, almost vibrating inside her head. "Tw̨itch̸y f̸a͟ce~ Ìnt͞en̸s͟ȩ!̧"
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Both eyebrows shot up however as she finally heard about the extent of what those things could do– the casualties. How they were involved and tried to capture her more than once, only for her to evade it. What sort of battle took place back then?
There was a collective rustle of papers as pages were turned, paired with a murmur of agreement in the crowd for the meeting to proceed the way it should. There were no questions to be loudly asked, with everyone at this point just eager to take on whatever assignment this would be. With her chair swiveling, Cassella quickly turned, gaping at the three behind her, her voice hardly more than an excited whisper. “You guys really get to keep those badass codenames!”
That's totally not what she was initially intending to say with how invested and impressed she looked, but her queries regarding their case could be tucked in for later.
“You don’t have them where you’re at?” One person in a uniform who was sitting beside her looked slightly surprised.
“In the org? No, we go by identification numbers. We try not to make public appearances more than half the time, so they didn't see the point.” Cassella paused as she straightened back up. “I should press both councils to let us have some anyway."
There was the last packet of the paperwork ready to be looked into, and without wasting any more time, she was already digging into that.
She only beamed at the redhead, tipping her head slightly before facing the front. There will be so much catching up to do for later, but at least that gave her something to look forward to. With the entire event finally starting, she was already into the task of viewing her documents, curiously peering at the screen as soon as the pictures were presented. A periodic pause was taken from time to time with her easily twirling a pen out to quickly scribble something on the sheet. With Agent Wiley’s case taken into account, she was next.
“Thank you, General Sander.” With her microphone coming to life, the woman rose up. Beneath the gaze of everyone, she looked frail, although she didn’t waver. “I am Cassella Sullivan of the Seeker’s Consortium and Solomon’s Virtue. I’m a scout and field agent to both organizations, and I have four profiles of interest that I’m presenting today.” At least she sounded serious this time, but perhaps based on the enormity of the situation, the roles mentioned were just a simpler cover-up.
“Last year I was assigned to help apprehend certain people from specific syndicates and we caught up to them in different places. Cohen Robertson and Cooper Gonzaga with illegal human and wildlife trafficking. Claudia Allister for organ trade and Peyton Morgan for acts of domestic terrorism.” That expression on her face remained indiscernible as photographs flashed on the screen. “Each one of them had very distinct anomalies that they fully used for their deeds and were quickly sent to be confined as soon as they were taken in. We were in contact with another association for that.” We thought it was the end of it, she wanted to say. The pen in her hand clicked sharply.
But hey, when did it ever end?
“Two months ago, they escaped containment in one night. Three of them through a vicious break-in and one through an ambush during the evacuation process. I was away and dispatched to deal with another case back then, so I was not part of the response team, but I received files and transcripts that I already submitted to the conference for distribution. The agencies participating here are authorized to access them for further stats and information, maybe others here will recognize those who initiated the breach.” She took a deep breath. Initially, she intended to present footages of that, but now she was actually relieved she didn’t. She expected interns in the place, though, she didn’t expect some people to be so young. Her expression just grew dim from there. “The personnel handling the offenders at that time were annihilated, and the researchers that were conducting studies followed not long after. It was a massacre. There were periodic cyber attacks after that which were nullified quickly, but all were targeting a specific database that contained relevant material. Whoever was behind it didn’t want to stop with the escapees, they wanted to take down any viable information that they can get regarding the ones they broke out.”
“I’ve been informed that they were sighted in this area, now involved with whatever operations they are having here. My initial review of the paperwork says that this information was correct.”
With a slight nod, she took a step back from her desk.
It's not like she wanted to start things off on a darker note, but that went by without a hitch.
Quite a small world, that was, but then this lifestyle has a way of gathering people one way or another in an assortment of circumstances. This was the perfect definition of small talk and yet Cass was just happy to have a tiny piece of normal at that moment. This boy just looked so excited, obviously not one to completely contain emotion.
"Oh, just earlier today? Damn, that's far!" Pale eyebrows shot up in surprise as she glanced to the ones he was with. Upon being noticed by his mentor, she grinned, casting a sweeping glance around. "Hope the jetlag ain't so bad!"
"I've been around the area for a while now. Two weeks, give or take. Doing a few field reports and some errands until I'm called here!" And to think that she almost wanted to ditch the entire thing all together, now she was now glad that she didn't. "I hope you and your buddies back there have been alright. Things were getting crazier recently."
Momentarily gazing up at the time, she took a seat just in front of them. It wasn't much, just enough for a bit of talking and setting up her own things.
"So! Have you recognized a few others around here so far?"
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