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Ferndale, California

2 posts · 13 characters present · last post 2021-06-11 08:34:48 »

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It was common for the CBI to ship them out to crime scenes, so Cal was familiar with the procedure. He had his own routine by now, preferring to hang back to help with loading the equipment onto the plane. Along with his own things, he had also been put in charge of Isadora's equipment; the hotheaded kid had happily handed her huge case of tech bits over to him with instructions to "Be very careful because this shit costs more than your dinky little apartment and I'll have you paying mortgages out your ass if you drop it!" Which of course in Isadora speak meant thank you, I'm so very grateful for your assistance. Cal knew her well enough. The last one to board the plane, he took the opportunity to hide in a seat at the back, stretch his legs out, and take a snooze. Nobody would miss him or his company if he went missing for a short two hours, and since he'd looked through the folder before boarding the plane he wasn't missing out on anything much.

Isadora, on the other hand, was feeling antsy. She slumped into the seat beside Elspeth, pulling out her personal laptop from the messenger bag slung across her front. This laptop was her pride and joy; a normal-looking portable workspace until it was opened to reveal the host of programmes and protection coded into it, not to mention all the extra hardware wired into its guts. It could have been used to hack into the electrical grid, or even the Department of Defense's system if Isadora was feeling gutsy enough. But right now, it was being used to play a series of cat videos.

"Not scared of flying, are you?" Elspeth asked, glancing over at the screen. Isadora shrugged, scowling at the image of a particularly feisty kitten.

"No! It's just been a while, that's all. Usually I'm holed up in the lab with both feet firmly on the ground. Not up in the air with my things bumping around in the hold. And I don't get why they're sending me to some backwater podunk town that probably doesn't even know what a motherboard is. They probably still use Microsoft 95 or worse, they still have everything shelved away in manila files. That's the only anti-hacking measure these days. They'll be the only system that can keep me out, and it'll be because there is no system to hack." Having finished her tirade as abruptly as it began, she shut the videos off, pulling up a game instead. Elspeth had no idea what it was, only that it involved a lot of shooting and Isadora repeatedly stabbing at her keyboard.

The game had apparently placated Isadora, because she seemed much calmer by the time the plane touched down. She did make Cal carry her computer stuff again, but she didn't yell at him about it, and he made sure to load it as carefully as he could into the back of the SUV. Strapping it down securely earned him a stiff nod of approval. Anyone who said Isadora was hard to work with had clearly never tried, because Cal had her all figured out.

Unfortunately the team couldn't even have a proper welcome at the station; upon their arrival, they were diverted to a freshly discovered crime scene at the farms. "We've got our work cut out for us," Elspeth sighed at the news. Looking at a crime scene in person was always better than staring at pictures and reports, but this was really an unusual case, considering Ferndale's crime rate.

The moment the cars pulled to a stop outside the Fairchild farm, Elspeth was off like a shot, shucking her coat off and snapping her booties on, flashing her credentials at the deputies guarding the scene, and making a beeline for the bodies. Camera at the ready, she started snapping the requisite photos of the scene, although it was significantly tainted by the presence of carrion birds, and the various sets of footprints that surrounded the bodies. Judging by the solid tread, probably left by the people who'd discovered the scene, or the deputies that had arrived to seal it shut. "This guy's definitely not a doctor," she commented in Nancy's direction, leaning down to get a better shot of the inflicted injuries.

Isadora remained in the car. She'd spent most of the ride over glaring out the windows at the expanse of fields and farmhouses rushing by, and now she opened the passenger door, swinging her legs over so she could look at the crime scene over her laptop, already open. Cal stopped to give her a look. "You could at least pretend to be interested in the scene instead of playing video games right in front of the Sheriff," he said, vaguely reproachfully.

"I'm not playing video games." She shot him a poisonous look. "I'm looking up similar M.O.s and digging through the online records of the town history to see if any red flags pop up. This freak probably hasn't gone completely unnoticed, if he is from Ferndale."

"Alright. Good work," Cal replied, unruffled. He patted her shoulder, and turned towards Baek-hyun, gesturing for them to greet the Sheriff together.

"Sheriff Trujillo?" he called out to the man as he approached, holding a hand out. "I'm Cal Wilder with the CBI. I'm a criminal profiler, or investigator. That's Brandon Ji and Hayleigh Cheyenne with me, also profilers, and our techs Nancy, Elspeth, and Isadora." He gestured around at each person as he introduced them. At least Nancy and Elspeth were making themselves busy; Isadora, he noticed, had shifted her attention from the scene to the Sheriff and his deputies, eyeing them carefully. Cal supposed it was normal for her to feel defensive in new environments, considering the comments she frequently received on her age, but he wished she would stop looking like she was ready to tear someone's throat out with her teeth. Sensitivity training just did not work on the girl.

He turned back to the Sheriff. "Why don't you walk me through this," he tilted his chin at the crime scene, "and what's been going on so far? And your eyewitnesses, too? We'll want to talk to them again." The nap on the plane had done him well, evidently. Cal was ready to leap into this weirdness.

Welcome to Ferndale!