05-05-2016, 01:23 PM
Ivan listened. There was something odd about the man's voice. He was hesitant to call him it was clear. Maybe he knew Ivan knew about him? Maybe he was scared? Did he want to confess something?
His research on Dorian only seemed to show a diligent officer who got the job done. Try as he might, he didn't see any cases where it looked like things had gotten swept under the rug. After a little trip and talk to one of the IA secretaries, a very sweet Yesenia who seemed only too happy to help "the heroic cop" after what had happened at the market, he even got a peek into the CCD-IA division's file on him. Clean as a whistle.
So the guy was careful. Or he was a sleeper agent or whatever you wanted to call it. Good until needed. Truthfully, Ivan just didn't know. But he would go. He'd be prepared though.
At the door as he knocked he seized the power- he loved that he could do that now anytime. He still resented the limitations that had been on him- and even felt a twinge of irritation over the fact that the Ascendency had left it in him while sending him out to protect the people. It seemed a strange handicap to leave a man with when he knew Ivan would need all the power he could use. Then again, the Ascendancy was busy. No doubt he'd trusted Ivan to over come it on his own. Well, he had, but not on his own. He at least owed Nox for that.
Anyway, where was he? Oh yeah, at the door knocking, now able to practically feel the warmth radiating from the door. The serving man who opened the door to him had a hint of after-shave- subtle but with the power coursing through him it was strong. He was ushered into a greeting room. The decor screamed money. Must be nice, Ivan thought, not unkindly. He never really wanted for much. He'd been happy growing up despite their not having much on pop's cop salary. The spirit of their house was warm and homey and he'd felt safe.
This was a new home to Dorian, he knew. It didn't yet have that lived in warm house feel he associated with his home. Truth was, though, coldness could exist anywhere. Sadly, he'd seen it all to often on the job.
Idly he wondered what kind of home this was.
His research on Dorian only seemed to show a diligent officer who got the job done. Try as he might, he didn't see any cases where it looked like things had gotten swept under the rug. After a little trip and talk to one of the IA secretaries, a very sweet Yesenia who seemed only too happy to help "the heroic cop" after what had happened at the market, he even got a peek into the CCD-IA division's file on him. Clean as a whistle.
So the guy was careful. Or he was a sleeper agent or whatever you wanted to call it. Good until needed. Truthfully, Ivan just didn't know. But he would go. He'd be prepared though.
At the door as he knocked he seized the power- he loved that he could do that now anytime. He still resented the limitations that had been on him- and even felt a twinge of irritation over the fact that the Ascendency had left it in him while sending him out to protect the people. It seemed a strange handicap to leave a man with when he knew Ivan would need all the power he could use. Then again, the Ascendancy was busy. No doubt he'd trusted Ivan to over come it on his own. Well, he had, but not on his own. He at least owed Nox for that.
Anyway, where was he? Oh yeah, at the door knocking, now able to practically feel the warmth radiating from the door. The serving man who opened the door to him had a hint of after-shave- subtle but with the power coursing through him it was strong. He was ushered into a greeting room. The decor screamed money. Must be nice, Ivan thought, not unkindly. He never really wanted for much. He'd been happy growing up despite their not having much on pop's cop salary. The spirit of their house was warm and homey and he'd felt safe.
This was a new home to Dorian, he knew. It didn't yet have that lived in warm house feel he associated with his home. Truth was, though, coldness could exist anywhere. Sadly, he'd seen it all to often on the job.
Idly he wondered what kind of home this was.