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Aldrich

"Nonono, what you are experiencing is what we refer to as fear. Watching how an inanimate object moves ever so slightly closer and closer every time you blink, that is terror."

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a character in “Project Dragonfly || Remaster”, originally authored by chaotix14, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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Identity Code:
M-07-2002-DE: 4061
Alias: Aldrich
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Role: Strategist/analyst/interrogator
Face Claim: Izayoi


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Negative Traits:
Snide- Aldrich has a tendency to mock or make malicious remarks towards others, especially if he knows they have high self esteem. It humors him to see others stumble and fall on a mental level. Unless you in particular did something to tick him off, he'll often leave it at minor stuff, but if anyone presents him with ammo for a remark he'd better damn well be aware that it's going to be used.

Pessimism- The glass is always half empty. What could go wrong? More than they'd ever realize. Aldrich likes to think about things from the negative side, often a side-effect of being rational about a situation, because it's fairly easy to find how things can go(and have gone) wrong when you think a lot. Of course it has a small benefit of creating less of a disappointment when things really go wrong. In the end a small glimmer of light shines the brightest in absolute darkness.

Distrustful- Whether he likes it or not Aldrich has seen and knows more of the human mind than most others. Deceit, greed, hatred, envy, malice, he has seen it all, he has felt it all. How could you not feel distrustful when you've seen those demons that hide within the deepest darkest parts of our minds time and time again. Most disturbing those thoughts formed with a twisted and dark sense of innocence.

Lazy- Unless it's something that he considers 'interesting' it's really hard to get him into motion. If something seems like a hassle, boring or involves helping someone without some incentive you might as well be dragging a sack of bricks along with you. If it weren't for the fact that he'd bore his brain out of his skull if he lay in bed all day he'd simply do that.

Black humour- He is aware that it's not exactly appropriate and has at the very least made an effort to avoid joking with black humour. However his first reaction when someone slams head first into an solid object would likely be one of hilarity instead of worrying about that persons health. He is especially keen on self inflicted injuries, as for whatever reason they appear as the most funny things in the world.


Positive Traits:
Dedicated- It's usually quite strange of a sight to see him suddenly work hard and diligently. He really is hard to get into motion, but if you put something in front of him that sparks his interests(at which point it stops being work and becomes fun for him) he won't stop until it's done, finished, over and overdone.

Thinker- Aldrich likes to let his mind run wild, strategizing, theorizing, rationalizing, philosophizing, calculating, etc. He'll run the numbers, chances, theories through his head time and time again until it's all just a grey soup of words numbers and thoughts, trying to find something that has been missed, overlooked, underestimated, overestimated or otherwise unaccounted for. Other times he might just be pondering what mixture and ratio of ingredients would give the best taste.

Wise- A side effect of his ability. Through the large amounts of memories, knowledge and experiences he has gained so much life wisdom it's almost uncanny for it to come from such a young looking person. However he remains well aware that no matter how much you know there'll still be more that you don't know.

Indomitable will- Stand between him and his goal and know he will walk right through you, without hesitation. He'll never doubt what his own senses and mind are telling him, nor will he let silver tongues or coffers of gold sway his judgement.

Understanding- The culmination of a good sense of empathy, psychology and experienced a lot of things from a lot of viewpoints. Despite what one might think without getting closer to him he is actually a good listener and willing to listen to anyone with a problem, whether it's a cry for help and advise or simply to vent emotions those who have gotten close to him know that he'll always be right there and ready for them.


ImageSexual Preference: Heterosexual

Likes:
-Cooking "Organic chemistry at it's finest, not to mention the food actually tastes good."
-Nice food
-(video)games
-Reading
-Rain and gloomy weather "A windless day when rain silently taps on the window, truly a great day."
-Sweets
-Enigma's
-Learning/teaching
Dislikes:
-MRE's and similar "Says beef on the package, tastes like it has been eaten by a to be piece of beef."
-Manual labor
-Exercise
-Sunny weather "Great weather? I believe it's spelled s-k-i-n-c-a-n-c-e-r."
-Idiots
-loudmouths
-Television "so many channels and the only thing that's on is ads."
-Boredom










Fears:
Torture- Most people fear being tortured, after all the act of using pain and suffering to bend you to others will is truly something frightening. However only having experienced it truly drives home the terrifying nature of it, and Aldrich has had some second hand experience with this. It's horrible enough when it's just a memory read from someone else, but that doesn't even come remotely close to when it's actually your own flesh and blood.
Physical pain- Similarly he has experienced enough pain for a couple hundred of people. The idea of being shot or stabbed frightens him, exactly because he knows to the detail how that pain feels from the experiences read from others minds. As such he has a lot harder of a time keeping calm in any sort of fight involving guns, sharp objects and the like.
Losing his own self- Deep down he always had his doubts and worries, about whether he was still himself, which parts of his thoughts, his words and his actions, are still him and not someone elses. Worries of when and if he'll stop being himself at some point and boiling down to the amalgamation of all the memories and experiences stored inside him.

Strengths:
Knowledgeable- He may not be a walking Encyclopedia Britannica. But if you need someone to double check whether your rocket will actually behave as expected/desired, need someone to find out someones insecurities from just a glance or just need someone to tell you why your damn soup is lacking taste, he's your guy.
Gun-savvy- Aldrich has had many minds put under his nose with proficiency in a wide selection of fire-arms, not to mention the rigorous fire arms handling training he had to compensate for his lacking physique(and the fact that he managed to weasel his way out of hand-to-hand combat training by suggesting he'd compensate for it by doubling his fire arms handling exercises). No matter what kind of fire-arms is put in front of him chances are he can use it with a decent proficiency.
Psychological heavyweight- Aldrich is quite adept at psychological warfare. Whether it's inciting paranoia in a lone person or causing large scale panic. He knows how to play the puppet-master, how to make someone jump at the sight of their own shadow, how to make them feel paranoid to the point they might suffer a heart-attack. "Terror is coming home and noticing every loose object has been moved exactly one centimeter. It's the feeling of malicious eyes on your back, only to find an empty room when you turn around." It also allows him to quickly get someone to think of something he can use to get to the information he wants.

Weakness:
Out of shape- He has done the bare minimum physical training he was required to do, and even then he tried to slack off whenever he had the chance. For your average man in his twenties he's probably on par, but against trained combatants he's almost certainly at a loss.
Trust issues- Don't ever think that the words "just trust me" will have any effect in the positive sense, if anything it's a sure fire way to gain his doubt and mistrust.
Incoherent- Due to how much is in and on his mind his thought patterns can become rather incomprehensible, confusing and extremely hard to keep up with. This often can result in his explanations being rather confusing or nonsensical if he let's him mind run wild at full power.(which he has a tendency to do)


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ImageHair Color: Golden Blonde
Eye Color: purple(contacts, naturally light blue)
Tattoos/Markings: The mandatory dragonfly tatoo.
Weight: "Wait, kilograms or newton... Never mind." 68kg or 150lbs
Height: 1.74 meter or 5'8





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ImageCareer: Unemployed as of transfer, Forged history of working as a private tutor.

Hobbies:
-Cooking
-Gaming
-Teaching/learning
-Thinking

Biographic History: Aldrich was born to an average household in western Germany. Within months he had become known as gifted within the family due to how quickly he learned to talk and walk. Not to mention that he was quite quick in catching on how those child gates could be opened(and the cookie jar, and the fridge), how to use light switches(reaching them was a bit harder, usually using nearby chairs), neither were TV remotes safe from him, he basically seemed to grasp the world around him much like an adult, but without being fully aware of what he was doing. In the grocery stores nearby he become known as the gifted baby, which was when Project Dragonfly caught wind and made him vanish.(something he still holds against the organization and those who were involved)
Though they knew Aldrich wasn't normal, and that the gift was one of the mental kind they had a damn hard time figuring out what exactly was up. No test they came up revealed anything conclusive, often tests would even yield conflicting results, it was only when Aldrich only a few years of age dropped the bomb on them. As he grabbed the hand one of the scientists who was frustrated at the so manyth failure to find out the nature of the gift, Aldrich read that thought and said: "You mean you can't read minds when we hold hands?" It certainly was something that could explain a lot of the results, however it didn't explain how he learned to walk and talk that quickly, it at least gave them something solid to work with.
From the onset his training was had a heavier focus on his power rather than the typical field agent training, and even the limited physical training that came Aldrich's way he tried to weasel his way out of. As he gained more control over his powers he was introduced to some of the brightest minds within the organisation so he could absorb their knowledge. He often excelled at the technical parts of training, knowing combat moves like he had been practicing them for years, handling a gun like an expert despite picking it up for the first time. However when it came to actual sparring his laziness and the shifted focus of his training showed.
Even among others who were not normal Aldrich was often avoided, after all nobody likes having their mind read. Even various superiors were quite apparent in their dislike or rather fear for his powers, though they were easily outmatched by those who were enthralled with his learning capabilities, how his power could turn arduous information gathering and interrogating into a breeze.
In the end he got his tattoo and joined the boys over at the intelligence department. There was a large vocal outcry against this decision, mostly from the interrogators who feared their job was soon to be gone. Of course the 'reassurance' from one of the higher ups didn't exactly improve the situation, who basically stated that they had nothing to fear for as Aldrich would be too busy with tasks far more important than interrogating. It took a fair while for the sour relations between the interrogators and basically everyone else to lighten up.

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Power Description: Aldrich has the ability to read and absorb neurally stored information from others through physical contact. This in effect means he can read your thoughts, learn what you know and copy your muscle memories. He could learn to shoot as accurate as an elite marksman without ever holding a gun in his hand, be able to learn a multitude of languages(with the accent of the knowledge source), or even know which girl at the party you'd wanna end up with tonight.

Power Weaknesses: Like mentioned physical contact is required, flesh to flesh, the closer to the central nervous system the better. Time is another important factor, a high five might be enough contact time to find a single thought close to the surface, but the more information needs to be transferred and the deeper it hides the longer it takes. The depth of the information is the final important factor, think of it like finding a specific file on a computer you don't know and may be trying to move the file so you won't reach it, making people think about the desired information helps as it gives a line to the desired information, but can still require some digging.
Though he may be able to copy all muscle memory for a certain skill of someone else to his own neural network, he won't instantly be as capable as the other user, simply because while his mind has taken in the information his body still needs to get used to the skills(as such mental and theoretical skill are much easier to gain full proficiency with). Frequent and prolonged usage of his powers wears him out and can cause major headaches, not to mention the psychological impact of some shreds of knowledge might have(the feeling of being shot or tortured for example). Finally there is one tiny detail, his power requires a responsive neural network(the subject needs to be alive).


ImageNotable Skills/Abilities:​ "Besides being able to make a killer lasagna... And being able to clean blood stains from hardwood? I was pretty literal when I said killer."
-Good understanding in various fields of science.
-Accurate memory
-Adept Interrogator
-Fluent in English, German and French

So begins...

Aldrich's Story

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The flight had been absolutely horrible, economy class, horrible food and of course 3 seats from an ever crying baby. Should be made illegal to bring those noisemakers aboard an airplane. At the very least they arranged a driver for the ride to the Hunter residence, not to mention that the car itself wasn't half bad. But given how much time he'd spend in the airplane versus the car it wouldn't have hurt to spend a bit more on the flight and less on the ride.

Within the silence that reigned supreme within the car, Aldrich stared out of the window of the car in an almost catatonic appearing state, watching as the lights of civilization passed into and out of view. Apparently the situation was quite tense, it seemed a hacker had infiltrated the servers of Dragonfly. With as many secrets as they have they wouldn't take cyber security lightly, this would indicate that our hacker is either highly skilled and knew what and more importantly where he needed to be to infiltrate the servers, or this wasn't some lone hacker trying to fish up incriminating information from a secretive organization. Hopefully it was just a lone hacker and he could go home soon enough, but his gut was telling him that it wouldn't be that easy, it never was.

After all they had send him here in such a rush that there wasn't even enough time to give him the in and out of the situation, the complete briefing would be send first thing in the morning. Though if all went as planned it would likely only serve as mustard after the meal, as interrogations likely won't even take that long.

As Aldrich saw the Hunter residence arrive at the horizon he went through the contact information one last time. Contact name, Flynn Hunter. Cover, live-in tutor previous location München." Not much later the driver opens his mouth for what must have been only the third time since arriving on the airport. "We have arrived, Sir."

With a sigh, Aldrich came into motion and got out of the car. "Time to put up the charade." He thought as he walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. Keeping in the back of his mind to speak English with a Bavarian accent when the door opens.

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❝Our enemy is the light of humanity, we are forced to exterminate ourselves.❞




It wasn't Percy's job to fight, she didn't need to go to the front lines, use her abilities that she had trained in to hurt others. No, Percy did nothing like that; she mixed chemicals. In a way, you could say she was the most boring of the bunch. Her fake siblings all got to go off to maim and murder, Percy would in her chair, mixing bombs and toxic substances to create something useful. This job was of no exception, while they went off on their seamless extraction, Percy had given them a few useful tools. A chemical that could turn into goo to erase all signs of being there, one to knock out the target for a live delivery, and another to subdue them in case things got harry.

Meanwhile Percy had slept in her bed, the house awfully quit except for the man who posed as their foster father. Percy thought of him as more of an uncle though, the crazy control freak one the family would never talk about. Why couldn't she have guests over? Her friends would ask, that is, they would have if Percy had any friends. She was the weird, shy girl that sat at the back of the class and had to remember to get a few questions wrong on her tests to make it look like she was normal, like the others, that she wasn't a dragonfly.

Even here, among those in the house Percy had never felt as though she truly fit in. They all had something about them, a personality, a hobby, something that made them special and unique. All Percy had were hallucinations that sometimes got so bad she contemplated walking into the middle of the road to make them stop. She couldn't use her ability after all, she had promised, promised she wouldn't do that ever again, not after the accident. So Percy stayed calm, she bit her pillow, wrote frantically, made scaled down models of their nebula in her book. Her walls were filled with drawings that she frequented to keep her mind occupied. A raven, a stack of books on the table, anything.

Even now, at whatever time it was she sat with a textbook open. It was chemistry basics, one that Percy had memorized, but reading it comforted her. The pages were worn from being turned so much, the graphite from a pencil underlining certain words that she needed to memorize. Formulas, chemicals, anything to keep her knees from going weak, to stop the voices in her head.

The doorbell rang, her pencil snapped. Percy jumped to attention, the sound startling her. "Dad!" Percy called upstairs, just in case it was a door to door salesman. She smoothed down her shirt, threw out the snapped pencil and went to greet the person standing there.

It was a boy. "Is there anything I can help you with?" Cress asked with a polite smile.

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Wasn't this troublesome? Flynn had been watching how the progress on the mission was going through the small button cameras some of the Dragonflies wore. But the moment the hacker has been found he took off his glasses and started to massage his temples instead. A headache was lurking and clearly this wasn't the time for something like that. He couldn't help but sigh. This was not the way the mission was supposed to go. But clearly things was worse than he could had imagined. What files had been lost to the attacker? He truly hoped it wasn't anything crucial.

As he leaned back and shut his eyes he continued to listen to the Dragonflies conversation, he could speak to them through his own mic if he wanted to. But he didn't want that. And clearly he didn't have anything important to say either. It was not his choice to make when it came to how they handled the missions. That was up to the strategist and the leader of the team. Flynn was just there to check on them and clean up after them if they screwed up. But this was not their doing.

When Edward instructed the others Flynn nodded slightly in agreement, he agreed with the boy. Burning up the apartment like the leader had suggested was not the right way to do it. Once the doorbell rang he picked up his glasses once more, he knew who was standing on the other side of the door. But he didn't look forward to meeting the guy at the moment. It would've been so easier.

"Dad!" And now Persephone would be the first one to great their guest. As long as she didn't chase him away it was fine. But it was for the best to go out there before anything happens.

"Persephone there is no need to keep our guest waiting, he's allowed to come inside. He's from the family, a cousin." It was not like Flynn had meant to just sneak up on the two, it just happened. But suddenly he stood there behind the girl and gave the boy a tired smile. "Aldrich was it right? It was a while since I read through the file they sent me." Now he directed his attention towards Persephone with the same tired smile. "And I'm sorry that I failed to inform you that we would get some company."

Once Aldrich had stepped inside the house and the door behind him was closed the tired smile disappeared immediately, "If you would follow me to my Aldrich, there has been some unpleasant develops when it comes to the mission. I'm afraid that you won't be able to perform the task that you were assigned with."

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It wasn't long before the door was answered, however the one standing in the doorway wasn't the old man he was expecting, but rather a young blonde girl. She politely asked him whether there was something she could help him with. "Yes, would Flynn Hunter happen to be at home?" He asked the girl while laying in that Bavarian accent. It couldn't even be a second after he had finished his question when the old man appeared behind the girl, and reaffirmed that he was indeed at the right address. "Then you must be sir Flynn. Would it be possible to move our conversation inside?" He asked still upholding the accent.

As he walked into the house his mind already pondering what could have gone wrong, after all those eyes didn't lie, the disappointment was laid thick within those eyes, as was the worry. Did the target escape, are the operatives still alive, was the target still in possession of the computer, did they accidentally kill the target? When Flynn explained that he could no longer perform his assigned task, he sighed and assumed either the first or last possibility was true. "So what is the current situation? I presume you mean the target is either dead, or has escaped. But the actual assignment I was given was simply 'Unearth all culprits.' Which given that there is no subject to interrogate, could mean this is going to be a long mission." He said as he followed Flynn to his office.

It only took a glance at one of the button camera's in the blood splattered room to make his previous question obsolete."Mein Gott." Aldrich said as he took a second look at the camera's in that room. A laptop smashed to bits, more blood splatter than a torture chamber and a mangled corpse in the process of decaying. Aldrich rushed to the installed mic as he saw hands reach for pieces of the smashed laptop. "Don't touch anything!" He yelled into the mic. No matter how he looked at this, it felt like at least part of the scene was set up.

"I want every single square meter of this house, and especially the blood soaked room, on tape before any of you move a single piece of evidence." They didn't have the luxury of being able to just quarantine the house, letting whoever made that mess know they were on his trail didn't feel like a particularly smart idea, leaving the only option of having them walk around the entire house look at everything with their eyes and their camera's. The devil would be in the details, miss one piece of the puzzle and you'll never solve it. "This would certainly be an interesting puzzle" Aldrich thought as he watched carefully at what the camera's showed him, pointing out things he'd want to see in more detail or on different angles.

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“Sorry, I don't conform to Lemming-status kiddo. Ask Eddy for the details if you're bothered.”

'Well, duh...' The situation wasn't as dire as the boss-man thought it was, or perhaps Dani was just blind to the bigger picture (and, frankly, didn't care to see) that the uncovered Dragonfly files were still missing. Not that it bothered her too much, served the organization right for being the way they were. Bunch of assholes going around covering shit up someone was going to find eventually anyway. But the medic would never dare speak of such extremes out loud, really, and, to be fair, probably didn't want to given how hypocritical it sounded in all.

Right, moving on...

With orders received, Dani opted to began to inspect the left over tech in order to discern the inevitable and take out the hard-drive for Olsen to crack. He was good at that sorta thing and made another good excuse to spy on the master-at-work for... obvious reasons. Crouching in front of the screen, Dani was about to take an observational glance for any would-be entrances until someone felt the need to order the ragtag bunch around. Clearly this was his first day at work...

Now, Dani by and large was never much a fan of Edward's bossy comments, so when some unknown twatty cake bloke attempted to lead the charge and shout demands all over the place she was, perhaps, the last person to comply willingly and instead offered a passing: “Guess I missed to post-it about getting a new plaything in the family?” Because, y'know, it was hard not to notice this one wasn't a regular (the thick accent gave it away, probably).

“Anyway, don't panic or anything... but I've got this.” And, Dani being... well, Dani, without so much as a please, resumed her murmuring on the computer; meanwhile passing a judgmental glance at Vincent, silently scolding whichever kid got access to the mic.

Surely the boss wouldn't take these orders on board, right?

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"No need to cause a scene," Alright then. If that was what Edward thought was the best idea Vincent could accept it. Even if he still was a bit concerned about the fact that they could have left some sort of DNA evidence behind. Like a strain of hair. But since no one else believed that something like that would happen there was no need to argue about it. "Be ready to engage in combat as they might already know we are here."

"What? They? Who are you talking about? The ones that killed the guy?" Did Edward think that someone was waiting for them? Was this all a trap? Holy crap, what if this is a trap? And they just walked straight into it! Even if Vincent didn't want to he could feel his pulse raising as he made himself jumpy, staring around in the room. He even walked over to the window and as he reached out his glove covered hand to separate the blinds something made him stop immediately, a new voice. One he had never heard before spoke inside the small ear piece.

The first thought was simply This is it, this is the end. He was so sure that the guy was one of those that belonged to that They that Edward had mentioned. Who else could it be? Neither of them had gotten any information about someone new joining them. Vincent was sure that they had been hacked, it was so obvious. Or maybe not... It was not like the guy on the other side made any types of threats or demands. Or he did demand things, but not something that could be expected of the culprits, right? No, Vincent had no clue by this point. He could feel the thoughts bounce around his head in hyper speed. Why was it one of these types of missions? He wanted to punch someone so bad at this point.

After a couple of deep breathes and a unhappy look from Dani Vincent collected himself again, somewhat, "Who are you?! And how are you able to access our devices? A hacker?" Dani's comment about a new family member had entered one ear and went out through the other. "If you are one of those who killed this guy you are extremely stupid! Wait... what..? Don't disturb the scene? Who the fuck are you?! Don't give us orders! Just collect the things Edward told us about so we can leave this place before someone notices us. This was supposed to be an in and out mission! We can't stay much longer."

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It didn't exactly take long for a response from the field agents to come back at him. Though he had expected some resistance, he hadn't expected something on this level. While one of them appeared to just go on with her business, whom Aldrich presumed was the source of the female voice, given the few identifying features visible through the camera(or that was a guy with surprisingly feminine hands). At least she seemed to be respecting the no touching he had asked for. Another voice, who he figured was the one who's camera was having some severe issues of motion blur, seemed more than a tad paranoid, and very on edge. Something told him he wasn't the brightest of the bunch, but then again sometimes brute force is the best solution. His reaction, his panic, if it weren't a mission Aldrich wouldn't have bothered holding his laughter.

It took a few seconds for Aldrich to regain composure to the point where he'd feel confident that he won't shoot into laughter right the moment he tries to open his mouth. "Take it easy, I'm just from the intelligence branch, codename M-07-2002-DE: 4061. Given your reaction and the warm welcome I found at the doorstep you weren't briefed that someone from my department would be coming." He hoped saying this much would at least calm down the currently panicking operative. Maybe it was just him, but it seemed quite strange for a field operative to react with such a degree of panic, even a rookie should have had enough training to not go full tilt from something like this. Aldrich took a moment to glance at Flynn and sighing quite audibly. "At any rate back to the mission. Indeed it was supposed to be in in and out mission, unfortunately for the both of us, it no longer is, it now is an investigation. So we'll need any information we can pull from the scene, and I wish there was another option. But with this much visual data to process in a scene we can't quarantine putting as much as possible on disks in the only solution." He said trying to not come off too lecturing. It certainly was annoying, as Aldrich thought more and more about it, the report he would have to write grew. Not to mention the fact that some evidence could be lost during the purge he'd have to request for the location, too much risk that something there could trace back to dragonfly and be found during a police investigation.

Only giving the operatives on the other end of the line a couple of seconds to process what he had just said Aldrich proceeded to give them his analysis of the situation. "So here's what I make of the scene. You all arrived well after the target had died, none of your fault that's on central, and while I can't say what killed him I'm pretty sure they took their time killing him. Meaning they had plenty of time to prepare an ambush or something along those lines. Yet when I look at how you guys move around it doesn't look like you've stumbled upon traps. Which likely means they haven't bothered with that, furthermore since you haven't been noticed there wasn't an ambush. Nor will one come, turning on the light in that room would have been any would be attackers signal. Doesn't mean they might not be waiting to follow you all back home, might need to be wary of that." He said in a tone and manner similar to someone trying his damnest to figure out a complex riddle.

"The blood-painting..." He continued. "... The state of the laptop and the body leave me to believe that the attackers didn't care about us hunting after them, perhaps you could even say they want us to try and hunt them down. However seeing as there are quite a few potential red herrings, they do not seem keen on actually being found. So, are the field agents done with their panic attack and ready to live up to that last name of yours? Or do I have to hope I catch the needle in a haystack while looking through your cam's?" Ending his train of thoughts with a rather uncharacteristically mild jab as he rubbed his temples. Headaches and jetlag certainly aren't a nice combination.

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Keep yourself calm man... Don't freak out. Come on, you've done this shit for ages. You know how it is. Everything don't work out fine. Sometimes everyone screws up. This is nothing, the new guy is nothing. Don't freak out, you're better than this Vincent. And now you're talking to yourself... Great. Without even thinking it through first Vincent smacked himself in the head, feeling nothing. But it made the spinning line of thoughts get quiet. Instead he just stood there, staring blankly at the wall painting as the new person continued to speak, ending his introduction.

After the new males introduction a familiar deep raspy voice spoke in his ear, Papa Flynn, "Yes, I'm deeply sorry for not being able to inform you about Aldrich's arrival beforehand. It caught me a bit off guard as well when Dragonfly informed me that they had changed their mind when it comes to the interrogation, Aldrich was supposed to lead it. As you all know, you were supposed to handle it by yourself from the beginning. But because of some circumstances they changed their mind. When I heard about this you all had already left the house."

It sounded like bullshit. Vincent was sure that Flynn had known about this Aldrich guy's arrival long before the group had left the building. He had just forgot or chosen not to tell them about it. Vincent put his money on the first option, because he couldn't see why Flynn would choose not to tell them such important details. It wasn't like him. But was anything like usual today? Nope. Vincent didn't even need to look around at the bloody mess to draw that conclusion, he could just continue to stare at the circle on the wall.

"At any rate back to the mission. Indeed it was supposed to be in in and out mission, unfortunately for the both of us, it no longer is, it now is an investigation. So we'll need any information we can pull from the scene, and I wish there was another option. But with this much visual data to process in a scene we can't quarantine putting as much as possible on disks in the only solution."

True, Vincent could perhaps admit that the guy was right to some degree. Even if he didn't put much at risk, he was just sitting in their home or something. While they had to work in this dump. So it was easy for him to act all high and mighty over there. Someone should punch him, Vincent would definitively volunteer for that. "So we're just supposed to take a stroll around the apartment to give you more visual data before taking the samples from what's left of the body? And what's left of the computer as well."

And the guy kept on talking and talking some more. He was talking for ages. But while he was doing that Vincent took his time moving slowly as he could while he inspected the room. Giving this douchebag the shitty video footage he wanted. The more the guy spoke the less Vincent thought of him. The more annoying he got. But even if Vincent could admit to imagining how great it would feel to just smack the guy in the face the guy was still somewhat right. If this was a trap they probably would be in a bigger mess by now.

When the guy was done speaking Vincent moved around for a little while more until he believed he had covered every inch of the room, “So are you happy with the footage now? Can we just take the samples and be on our way? If we’re being watched at this point by those who did it we probably should split up and take separate routes back. Because if you are going to keep us here forever how are we even supposed to hunt these people down, they are clearly teasing us. Just like you said, the drawing on the wall and everything else indicate that they know something. In my opinion this is an invitation to play cat and mouse.”