There were papers. A lot of papers and books piled on top of each other on his desk. Scotty held one in his left hand, using the other to hold the pages open. Though he certainly would have preferred reading a novel of his own choosing, Scott couldn't exactly complain about the case study he read on an incident of human trafficking overseas. It had been in France, specifically, and as the investigation continued, he could see how it became more and more convoluted. What had seemed like a small operation was far bigger than any French agents had expected. In fact, they found ties to almost every country, but said ties were erased almost as quickly as they surfaced. The entire case went cold almost as soon as it grew warm.
Scotty frowned, lips pursed, and put the book down. He'd make sure such a thing wouldn't happen. No, he'd read up, and he'd been on the case for a while now, enough to understand that what he was dealing with certainly wasn't as risky as the business in France. Granted, it was still serious, but he knew that it wouldn't take too much to deal with the problem. It seemed to him like a bunch of amateurs, for they weren't moving many humans in and out of their headquarters. In fact, most of them seemed to be held as captives. What were they doing with them then? If the trafficking wasn't their source of income, what was?
"Agent Dombrovski."
Scotty looked upward suddenly, glasses nearly sliding off of his nose. Before him stood Special Agent Bauer, a man who outranked the younger agent multiple times. He looked at the man with a far off expression at first, as if he weren't truly there. In a matter of seconds, a look of realization appeared and he stared with an open mouth at the man. What was he doing here?! He wasn't supposed to be there until the next day!
Standing up suddenly, Scott pushed the chair back a few inches with his momentum and stood, wide-eyed, behind his cluttered desk. He always seemed to work better until such messy conditions. "S-Special Agent Bauer, sir," he said quickly. "Hi-er-hello. I wasn't expecting you...I mean, I was ready in case you came, but I hadn't..." He cleared his thought quickly. "It's good to see you, sir. Was your trip back...alright?" He hurriedly gathered up papers after speaking and held them in front of himself as he walked out from behind his desk. He knew exactly what the older agent was there to ask about.
"I've pulled together some of the best information I have on this." Looking down now, he seemed much calmer as he handed Richard the papers. "I'm sure you'll want to read them eventually, but I'll give you the run down for starters." Stepping back, he fidgeted with his burgundy tie and then shoved his hands into the deep pockets of his dress pants. "This issue's been around for a while. However, that could mean, you know, a few years or so. It's within the city...but we're not sure where in the city the 'headquarters' is. They have one, though, I mean...it would seem that way. They don't seem to do much business outside of the city." He could have kicked himself. Just minutes earlier, he was radiating confidence on the subject. Now, he worried about the extent to which his knowledge actually reached. He looked up and met Richard's gaze. "How...um...how should we go about finding their HQ?"