08-03-2015, 10:59 AM
First day on the job and there was already a case. And one of their own was involved. Dorian hadn't met the man yet. But he was a young man with a decent rep. Sadly he was still in the hospital, so that's where Dorian went.
He'd met most of the team including the shrink they employed. Dorian wondered why they need the profiler. Unless she knew more than they were letting on. Martin had given him a heads up on the informants in the program. He was the only full fledge Atharim in the bunch though. Now that he had a full breakdown on the team, he'd run his own search and history on everyone and their associates. Dorian wanted to know exactly who he was working with.
The Guardian was out of the Golyanovo District but his new unit pretty much had run of the whole city. This anti-terrorist group. Dorian laughed at it. This man that attacked one of their own wasn't a terrorist, he was just a thug with a gift. He needed information. It'd been a while since he'd gone up against a god, and most gods were weak pathetic things cowering in fear and usually in pain from the sickness. A bullet to their heads was a mercy.
Dorian asked at reception where Ivan Sarkozy was at. All hospitals looked the same, every hospital smelled the same too. Dorian rolled his eyes. Dorian saw a nurse leave the room he was supposed to enter and he stopped to chat with her a moment, "He alright to talk to?"
Dorian flashed his brand knew badge, it still shined even.
She nodded. "He's company right now."
Dorian nodded and headed back towards the door. He heard voices and he tried hard not to eavesdrop but he couldn't help but overhear the last little bit, "The gift rushes away on its own wings, I barely feel in control of it."
Dorian froze in mid-stride. What had he just walked into. He should just walk away right now. But now he had too many questions. Dorian made sure his sleeves were covering his tattoos. They were of course, but he made sure anyway, it would be wrong to show off what he was if there was a man inside that had a 'gift to control'.
Dorian let his badge hang on the chair around his neck openly, so that there was no question why he was there. Then he stepped inside and knocked upon the door. "Sorry to interrupt, just making the rounds to meet everyone and work your case while I'm at it."
He'd met most of the team including the shrink they employed. Dorian wondered why they need the profiler. Unless she knew more than they were letting on. Martin had given him a heads up on the informants in the program. He was the only full fledge Atharim in the bunch though. Now that he had a full breakdown on the team, he'd run his own search and history on everyone and their associates. Dorian wanted to know exactly who he was working with.
The Guardian was out of the Golyanovo District but his new unit pretty much had run of the whole city. This anti-terrorist group. Dorian laughed at it. This man that attacked one of their own wasn't a terrorist, he was just a thug with a gift. He needed information. It'd been a while since he'd gone up against a god, and most gods were weak pathetic things cowering in fear and usually in pain from the sickness. A bullet to their heads was a mercy.
Dorian asked at reception where Ivan Sarkozy was at. All hospitals looked the same, every hospital smelled the same too. Dorian rolled his eyes. Dorian saw a nurse leave the room he was supposed to enter and he stopped to chat with her a moment, "He alright to talk to?"
Dorian flashed his brand knew badge, it still shined even.
She nodded. "He's company right now."
Dorian nodded and headed back towards the door. He heard voices and he tried hard not to eavesdrop but he couldn't help but overhear the last little bit, "The gift rushes away on its own wings, I barely feel in control of it."
Dorian froze in mid-stride. What had he just walked into. He should just walk away right now. But now he had too many questions. Dorian made sure his sleeves were covering his tattoos. They were of course, but he made sure anyway, it would be wrong to show off what he was if there was a man inside that had a 'gift to control'.
Dorian let his badge hang on the chair around his neck openly, so that there was no question why he was there. Then he stepped inside and knocked upon the door. "Sorry to interrupt, just making the rounds to meet everyone and work your case while I'm at it."