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Drew Davis
 Posted: Nov 13 2017, 06:08 AM
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Mid September, 2017
It had been bothering Drew. He had read over the reports Braddock, Beaubier, and Harken filed with regard to Lila's death. It didn't sit right. It hadn't with Mark either. Something was super fishy about it all.

First, Lila was a teleporter and couldn't teleport away but no signs of the Cure were found in her blood. Second, there was a well-paid security detail on Lila when the attack happened. The attacker had time as well. It wasn't an in and out. They must have spent some time there to pose the body the way she had been posed. Which also meant that whoever did this had to have some idea when Lila would next be checked on.

There were multiple things he didn't find in reports. He didn't know the exact security set up or if people had tried to get in prior to the unlucky person who found Lila. But he knew who had the answers, or at least some of them.

The security firm and those working security. Drumming his fingers on his desk in thought, he stood up to go talk to the person he thought would be best suited. While he would have loved to take Archer on this, Marko would work better. Less suave and more recognizable. There would be a nice intimidation factor to keep them busy while Drew poked around. Who knows, maybe even seeing the large man around would cause one of them to just confess to everything. Odder things had happened, though Drew would really question if the person should have been running security in the first place.

"Hey Marko, I have a case I'm investigating and I could use your...skills." Drew smirked as he walked up to the much larger man, having little problem finding him in the garage. "Come on, I'll brief you on the way. Even let you drive."

So by the time they arrived at the security firm, Drew had told Marko everything he knew. "SO I thought you could at least keep them occupied while I poked around. Figured talking to you would keep them well distracted." He grinned before handing over a small earbud and mic to the large man. "Six words at a time. The range is large enough to likely cover the building. Can be used at a whisper level." Drew explained. Seeing how normal comms wouldn't work with him.

Shimmering invisible he followed Cain into the building. Trying to judge the places in security where he could slip though.


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Cain Marko
 Posted: Nov 16 2017, 07:17 PM
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Cain Marko was not a subtle man by any means. Whether it was his almost 8’ tall and over 450 lb muscular and broad shouldered body, the loud booming and deep baritone voice with its crisp commanding tones, or the expressiveness of his face and his firm denial of keeping his attitude to himself, he wasn’t subtle, it was all put out there for the world to see. It was pretty well known he didn’t like the stuffy offices and more official bureaucratic areas of the Damocles Headquarters. The offices felt like tiny little boxes and the Juggernaut was not a man to be boxed away. So more times than not the best place to find him if he was at the Headquarters was in the armory and if not there you could be pretty sure he was in the vehicle maintenance area of the garage.

At the sound of footsteps echoing in the large open structure, the mechanic looked up from where he was bent over the side fender of the car working inside the engine compartment. Not bothering to look at the large man next to him, he simply remarked. “Chu got company main. They ain’t here for me dressed like that,” he said with a nod at the approaching agent. Cain reached over and grabbed a rag to wipe his hands with and turned to see who had come to interrupt. Upon seeing who it was, Cain had to admit he was glad it wasn’t one of the pencil pushers.

"Hey Marko, I have a case I'm investigating and I could use your...skills."

Cain raised an eyebrow at Drew’s use of the term ‘skills’. Now it is not to say that Cain wasn’t highly skilled in many areas, especially after all of his years as a soldier. But Cain could tell that was not what the other man meant, it never was. Whenever someone was referring his ‘skills’ they almost always meant the large size and intimidating presence of the Juggernaut himself. What the hell, Cain thought, it was not like he was really doing anything but killing time anyways.

Yeah? Gonna let me drive? I don’t suppose that is because you are expecting trouble and don’t want to take your car and risk getting a scratch in it?” Cain said kind of teasing, yet knowing it could totally be true too. It was hard for Cain to fit in many of the smaller modern cars anyways. His Humvee had been altered to fit his large frame and make it more comfortable for him to drive. Not to mention the ‘Juggernaut Armor’ was in his Humvee, and it never hurt to have it handy, just in case. “That’s fine, but you’re buying the beers afterwards, and I don’t just mean the first round either,” he told Drew moving towards his large Humvee. Cain listened to Drew the whole way there and didn’t really say much, just kind of taking it all as he drove.

Cain chuckled darkly with his deep voice, “Yeah, I am sure I can keep them pretty distracted from the word go.” Cain just grunted in reply and put the comms unit on as Drew explained the limitations of the unit. As Cain got of the vehicle he reached up to the chain around his neck and pulled out his badge that hung from it to be on full display from the beginning. He was pretty sure there were cameras watching the perimeter of the building and the parking area. Then he left the door open for a moment so Drew could slide across the seat and get out unseen before Cain closed the door.

Slipping thru security shouldn’t be a problem for Drew; Cain would be basically pushing a big hole right thru the security company’s precautions and protocols. He wasn’t subtle and with everyone’s attention on him, there should be no problem for Drew to slip thru. Opening the door purposefully he ducked thru the door, turning sideways as he went thru to make room for Drew to slip in while the door was open.

With his badge on display in the center of his chest, Cain pulled open his coat to reveal the large .50 cal Desert Eagle Automatic pistols under each arm. “You all might as well forget about worrying who is going to be the one to have to search me,” he told the security guards inside the building. “I am gonna show you right now I am armed and dangerous,” he said in a deep and commanding tone. “Who’s in charge around here?” he asked almost menacingly pointing to his badge on his chest while letting the sides of his coat to drop back into place covering up his weapons once more.



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Drew Davis
 Posted: Dec 2 2017, 03:41 AM
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Drew respected all of Marko's skills, but the large man wasn't wrong. His combat skills, well useful, were not what the man was after. He hoped at least this would be somewhat fun for the big guy and he knew that they all wanted to find out who killed Lila. Or at least he thought they did. Drew sure did.

There was just a smirk on Drew's face about the reason for Marko driving. Not that his ideas were wrong, any of them. The car Drew would normally take was too small for Marko, he couldn't navigate on a motorcycle with Cain riding bitch because of the heft of the man. So they'd have to either take an suv from the carpool or Marko could drive his own.

"Deal." He agreed with the big man about the beers. It wasn't like he wasn't going to drink after this. And having someone else to drink with always was a better time than alone.

While Drew loved that he and whoever was his partner on a mission could communicate now, he did wish that they had fewer limitations. It was what it was, and he knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. It was a near miracle he had these.

Sure enough, with the door left open, Drew slid over and out the door. As expected, everyone's attention was on Marko. He managed to nab a badge from one of the guards. He had studied the layout of the building and knew where the bulk of the workers were.

As soon as he saw one of the other security guards move to head upstairs, likely to warn someone about Marko, Drew followed them. Letting the man open and close the elevator.

He followed the man out and started to look around looking for unlocked, open computers. He wasn't a hacker and besides some really basic things, likely couldn't break into one of these. If he could find one, he had another trick up his sleeve but he liked it less because he'd need to be visible.

"Upstairs. Incoming VIP your way." He muttered, knowing the mic would pick up his voice as a man started to stalk towards the elevators. Abandoning for the moment his search, he walked back the way the man came. Touching the stolen security badge against the card reader and letting the door pop open.

He first went to look to see if the computer was on and logged in, as well as starting to go through desk drawers looking for any sign that someone paid them off or connections to anti-mutant groups. Or any other reason why they might have turned a blind eye to Lila's killer.

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Cain Marko
 Posted: Dec 4 2017, 10:07 AM
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Security guards seemed to be coming out of the woodwork suddenly. Several men coming from behind closed doors and a couple from the hall moving in Cain’s direction. As if the sight of the big man wasn’t enough, his open display of the large weapons definitely caught their attention. The guard that had stepped up to him with one of those hand wand metal detectors had simply stopped in place, stunned by the site of the big guns Cain carried. Like him, their size lent an intimidation factor just by their mere appearance. The security guard with the hand wand stepped back uncertainly. This was not the kind of confrontation he had ever been trained for.

As if to say ‘No, No’ Cain wagged a finger at several of the security guards as their hands reached down for their own sidearms. “Think before you act,” he admonished them with a stern tone to his deep baritone voice. “There will be dire consequences if you make the wrong choice,” he warned them, not bothering to keep the menacing tone out of his voice. Cain knew that security had likely been well trained for dealing with direct force or confrontation. But he would find out if they had been trained to deal with an aggressive situation that did NOT involve direct force, only the implication of confrontation.

It was almost too easy. Just looking at him everyone wanted to think of Cain as the ‘Big Bad’. Not that Cain minded, he often had a lot of fun playing at being the ‘Big Bad’ others assumed he was. It was easy for people to underestimate him too. Most people seemed to equate size and muscle in a direct inverse proportion to brainpower. The bigger and stronger a man was, the more people expected him to be a dumb muscle head. Cain’s huge bulky size and strength went so far beyond the normal gym rat or bodybuilder others seemed to think his mental abilities must be on the extreme side of idiot.

"Upstairs. Incoming VIP your way." He muttered, knowing the mic would pick up his voice as a man started to stalk towards the elevators.

Cain nodded in acknowledgement of Drew’s message, before he remembered the man couldn’t see him likely. To help cover he turned the nod into a response to the security guards. “So are you going to play escort or do I have to just start knocking on doors until I find someone in charge,” he asked with a slow grin coming to his face that was anything but pleasant. About this time there was a ding from the elevators and a couple of the more nervous security guards looked in that direction, the rest of the better trained ones, maintained their stance staring at the big man, hands near their weapons.

A man in a nice suit got off the elevator and approached the large man surrounded by security guards. ‘Of course, a SUIT’ Cain thought to himself, taking the man for some office desk jockey. That was until the man introduced himself and reached a hand out that delivered a surprisingly strong and steady handshake. “Agent Marko, I am Mr. Thompson, Chief of Operations for Churchill Security,” he introduced himself. “What can we do for the… Damocles today?” he asked in a cold business like manner. The pregnant pause clearly indicating the man would normally likely have used the term ‘Killjoy’ instead of the agency’s proper name.

Cain looked down at Mr. Thompson, taking a better look at the man. Though he was dressed like any other ‘Office Suit’ now that Cain looked closer he could see the man was no slouch. Under those fancy clothes he seemed to still have the body of a warrior, tight and toned, and likely well trained and highly skilled to have reached his current position. “So you know who I am then,” Cain replied, not completely surprised. “What kind of professionals would we be if we didn’t know the pieces on the board? Cain Marko, professional soldier for the B.A.S.I.C. Firm turned U.N. Peacekeeper. I would imagine Mr. Stockburn was not pleased with the loss of such a unique asset. And did you bring the Juggernaut armor with you as well Agent Marko?” he asked with a hint of curiosity to his voice on the last part about the armor.

Cain narrowed his eyes in a more predatory manner but let an almost feral like grin come to his face. “As a matter of fact I did,” he replied carefully. “Would you prefer it was that kind of encounter instead?” he asked, barely keeping the hint of menace in his tone to a low degree. Cain wasn’t sure how long Drew might need, but this encounter was definitely taking a turn towards the interesting side.



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Drew Davis
 Posted: Dec 17 2017, 10:06 AM
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Drew was keeping an ear out on the chatter both outside the room he was in and anything over the com that came through. He slipped into the office of the man who left to go deal with Cain. The Chief of Operations Officer. Couldn't have grabbed a better person really. Someone who had access to, well, everything about the company. At least it was a good place to start.

He was invisible and managed to get in just before the door closed. He looked around the office. Taking a moment he started straight for the filing cabinet. Phasing his hand, he managed to trip the lock. Pulling out documents and quickly trying to find the financial records and did manage to pull a full-on roster. Many of those who had volunteered for Lila's security team. He folded them up and stuck them in his pocket, before carefully replacing the items where he had found them.

Next, his hand went into the wall as he walked carefully around the room. Feeling for a change. Trying to see if there was a wall safe, or some other hidden cache. A little disappointed when he didn't find one.

"Checked office." He sent. If the man came back, Drew would sit and listen to the conversation. There wasn't any reason to turn back visible now. He didn't bother to attempt to leave either. The man would be back and that might be just as helpful.

He took a quick look at the computer with a frown. If they were coming back, there wasn't any way he'd be able to make it look unused. "Status?" He sent. Hoping he'd get a response. The din in the hall had died down a bit, but it was clear that people were surprised and a little nervous to see the big guy. He smirked, glad that he had chosen the right person to take with him.

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Cain Marko
 Posted: Dec 17 2017, 02:01 PM
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To say things were tense in the entrance area to Churchill Security would be an understatement. Several of the normal security guards were standing haphazardly arrayed around the area, almost like a random defense line between the huge man and the rest of the building. These were the nervous ones, the ones that almost startled and then looked away from the threat in front of them when the elevator dinged. There relief was very obvious when they saw the Chief of Operations approach.

It was the other Security Men that were telling though. Arrayed in full cover fire positions, clearly covering all egress from the entrance area. When the elevator dinged, each and every one of the professionals, only focused more on the target in front of them, wary and ready if he made a move with the distraction of the elevator. Cain was not worried about the professionals; they acted and appeared to be well-trained soldiers, many probably ex-military.

It was the nervous ones, the so-called security guards that were more likely the rejects who the cops wouldn’t take and so did security work. They were likely the greatest threat to Cain. Not because they were well-trained or even probably very skilled fighters. No it was their very lack of discipline and experience that would lead one of them to make a mistake. Likely it would be a fatal mistake that would set off the powder keg situation developing.

"Checked office."

In a way this was awkward. Cain felt like he should reply to Drew, but didn’t want to indicate to anyone paying too much attention or someone watching on the surveillance to notice he was wired and communicating with someone else. He didn’t want to take a chance at giving away Drew’s presence. He would have to make the effort so that Drew would know Cain understood.

While it might be an interesting test of the security teams’ readiness, I feel that the owners are likely to be displeased with the resulting collateral damage to their fine building,” Mr. Thompson replied with a hint of a smirk and a tone that clearly indicated the idea interested him greatly. Mr. Thompson couldn’t help the curiosity of whether Agent Marko was as strong and tough as the rumors said. While he believed the man was likely highly skilled, without the armor on, surely he was still just a man. The notion of testing the man’s supposed invulnerability was almost too much to resist. As a warrior, Mr. Thompson found himself wanting to test his metal against this oversized rival. “So perhaps another time, under different circumstances and in a different place,” he added unable to keep from grinning in a most unpleasant way.

Cain nodded to the Chief of Operations assessment of the situation. If it became violent there was going to be a whole LOT of damage to the surrounding area. Cain was not a contained and surgical weapon. Rather he was a mass destruction sort of man, spreading the ensuing violence over large areas that gave him plenty of room to move. “Another time,” Cain easily agreed in a flat tone. “You never know, we might even end up in some little out of the way bar somewhere at the same time some night, seeking a drink and some… entertainment,” he replied almost suggestively, with a predatory look to his eyes and an almost mean looking grin.

The same type of predatory look and grin was upon Mr. Thompson’s face. “You never know, do you? The world is full of surprises,” he agreed. “So what can we do for Damocles, Agent Marko? To what do we owe the honor of your presence today?” Mr. Thompson asked in a sarcastic tone.

Status?”

Cain reached up and held on to his lapels in an almost smug gesture, using it to cover keying the Comms. “We should go to your office,” then he released the key from the short comms burst. “I think we might want to discuss things… privately,” he suggested, giving a direct and telling look at all of the people watching and listening to their conversation. “We wouldn’t want any nervous mistakes to happen because we didn’t deescalate the situation,” he added suggestively. Keying the comms again he said, “Let’s take the stairs, weight issues,” he released the comms key. “I wouldn’t want us to get stuck in the elevator if it isn’t rated for someone of my size,” he commented. Knowing they had seen him have to duck to enter thru the front door.

Mr. Thompson thought hard about it for a moment. If he allowed the tensions to remain high, there very likely would be a mistake eventually. It would be a good excuse and give him a scapegoat for taking the opportunity to test the limits and abilities of Marko. But again, there was the issue of his boss. His own desire to satisfy himself about who was the better warrior would not go over so good with his boss. “Perhaps you are right,” Mr. Thompson finally answered. Not really sure where this was going, but if Agent Marko wanted to discuss things privately, it might be interesting to hear the man out. After all, if it was just a few more questions about their murdered client, they would not likely have sent Agent Marko and Agent Marko didn’t seem the type to volunteer for a simple fact finding mission or to come and pick up some minor data. Mr. Thompson made a gesture with his hand and a path was opened among the security team and he led the huge man to the stairwell across from the elevators.



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 Posted: Jan 2 2018, 04:46 PM
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While Drew was waiting and listening to Marko, he was still looking over things in the office. Sure he had missed something. A list of names was great and all but it was a decent sized list. He heard the comm click on, understanding the messages sent. They were on their way up, via the stairs.

Drew didn't need to leave the office at all. The advantage of being invisible. He just had to make sure everything looked undisturbed. So far so good. He was wearing gloves so he wasn't even that concerned with the idea of fingerprints.

He figured he had at least five minutes before they arrived. He had chosen Marko to come with him because Marko would buy him time and no one would actually think he was the distraction. Archer might be his best friend but there were times when the hammer worked better.

Moving towards the computer, he moved the mouse frowning to see that it was on a login screen. He started to look around for a password, using his hand to trip the locks on the desk drawers. It was digging around in one where he found something much more interesting than the password.

King, J. No report. No follow up. Move for termination. It was an internal memo. But the name, King, Jeremy had been on the list. He quickly closed the drawer, hearing voices just outside the door. Glad he hadn't sat in the chair so body heat wouldn't give it away, he carefully turned off the monitor since the screen was still asking for a username and password.

He moved to stand near the chair facing the desk. The one where Marko would likely be offered to sit even if the man was probably too big for it. The comms would still be handy here. Much less of a chance for the man in charge to overhear Drew's questions than just leaning over and whispering in Marko's ear. He watched as the two men walked in. Carefully pulling his recorder out. Another advantage. Marko would have to deal with on the record/off the record, but Drew sure didn't.


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Cain Marko
 Posted: Jan 4 2018, 03:35 AM
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As Mr. Thompson led the way up the stairs Cain noted without surprise that a squad of the security men came into the stairwell and followed them up. But at a respectable distance so as not to be totally up their backside. He nodded to himself, he had a respect for professionals, and the men coming up behind them moved and looked like pros. It didn’t take long for them up to go up, both men being in good physical shape and used to rigorous exercise.

Mr. Thompson opened the door to his office and motioned Cain inside. Ducking his head and turning slightly sideways, Cain maneuvered his body thru the normal sized office doorway and stepped into the room. Mr. Thompson wordlessly motioned to 2 of the security men behind them to take up stations outside the door before following Agent Marko into the office. “I would offer you a seat, but I am not sure if you will be here long enough and I don’t feel overly polite at the moment either,” the Chief of Operations said bluntly as he moved around to take a seat behind his desk. “Now that we are alone, why don’t we discard all the false bravado and you can tell my why you are here.”

Cain moved to stand in front of the desk, the little chair in front of the desk looked like it would have been small and uncomfortable for a normal sized man. For a man of his size it would be impossible to sit in it. “Lets clear the air and get down to brass tacks here. We are both professionals. We get PAID for what we do,” he said with a raised eyebrow, confident that Mr. Thompson was an intelligent man and could figure this out. “We both know, that no place in this kind of business is squeaky clean. It just comes with the territory and the kind of people you have to work with,” he said knowingly. “I am sure no one wants me digging around thru their dirty laundry anymore than has to be,” he added with a look. “It would be so much smoother if you were cooperative and if I knew just where to turn my eyes,” he said suggestively. Cain let that sink in for a moment.

Later, on any surveillance that the head security man might have tried using it would sound like Cain was asking for the Chief of Operations to simply cooperate and help make the investigation go quicker. At least that was the easy story he would tell. After all, it was easy for people to think that big meant dumb.

Agent Marko, are you suggesting…” Mr. Thompson began to ask, when suddenly Cain interrupted him. “Yes,” Cain said directly. “I am suggesting just THAT. Your COOPERATION could greatly shorten this investigation and just how much time and energy I have to put into it,” Cain remarked. “After all, I am sure no one REALLY wants me to have to be around your offices all the time, interviewing your CLIENTS, and digging thru ALL of your operations any longer than necessary, do they?” he remarked with a not so pleasant grin and a not so veiled implied threat. This brought Mr. Thompson up short for a moment as his face took on a contemplative expression as he was quietly thinking.

Cain pushed a small business card across the desk with a knowing grin on his face. “That is the number you were going to ask for later… for that CONSULTING fee,” he said rather directly. If anyone asked, Cain would just say it was a reference to the B.A.S.I.C. Firm. It might not be completely right, but Cain would claim that he couldn’t help occasionally throwing a bit of business their way. Mr. Thompson picked up the business card and looked at it. The card itself was unlabeled and only had a series of numbers. It was an account number.



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 Posted: Jan 6 2018, 01:38 PM
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Drew watched the men move into the office, moving skillfully out of the way if anyone came near him. Listening to the odd way the man in charge indicated that Marko wouldn't be here long. Smirking a little because the man really had no idea. Of course with Marko not taking the seat, Drew helped himself. Knowing perfectly well no one could see him. Times like this he really enjoyed his powers.

He was waiting for Cain to get to the point. Hearing the blustering and large talk. Leaning forward and watching the man's face. How he was reacting to what Marko was throwing at him. Seeing if the man started to sweat or managed to keep it under control.

He was impressed with the doublespeak of the man. He knew Marko wasn't dumb. If he wanted dumb there were other people he could have tapped. He didn't want dumb. He wanted intimidating which he got, but smart about it. There were many people he could have brought that were stupid. Or there was always Dason. Though Drew rarely worked with the younger Archer brother.

There did seem to be something else going on behind the scenes though, which Drew wondered about. Something more than just this investigation. He would probe later, maybe. He wasn't sure he cared that much. If Cain wanted to dig up clients for a side thing, Drew wasn't going to step in as long as it didn't hinder this.

"Ask about Jeremy King." He keyed the mic. Glad that it picked up the barest sound. He couldn't give more information. Carefully he stood up trying to keep the creak to be covered by other noise. Moving around to the man to see if he started to type anything into the computer. Maybe he would bring up contact information or something else that could help point the way.


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Cain Marko
 Posted: Jan 8 2018, 05:00 AM
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"Ask about Jeremy King." He keyed the mic.

Cain heard Drew’s soft whispered communication, he leaned in slightly and nodded yes as if nodding towards the card he just gave Mr. Thompson. He couldn’t really answer Drew right here in front of the man, but he understood what Drew wanted. It would just have to wait a minute. Cain wasn’t done softening up the Chief of Operations in order to get his cooperation.

Mr. Thompson, the Chief of Operations for Churchill Security looked up from the card to lock eyes with the huge Damocles agent standing on the other side of his desk. “And if I say no?” he slowly asked in a flat tone. Once more Mr. Thompson found himself bristling for the chance to test this big mercenary turned agent. Could they take the man down and eject him from premises? Or was that a fight they were doomed to lose. The stories all said that it couldn’t be done. But Mr. Thompson didn’t really believe all the stories. After all, he knew the value of that kind of reputation and the ways it tended to get inflated.

The grin that Cain returned had no hint of pleasantness and rather seemed to be saying “go ahead, I dare you’. “Then I make a phone call and we just sit here…” he said in a tone that clearly showed that was not all that would happen. “We sit here and wait for the slew of bureaucrats that are going to descend on this office like the biblical plague of locusts. They will open and comb thru every file with a fine tooth comb and flag any anomalies or even the slightest hint of impropriety for further investigation,” he explained. “They will lock out all users from your computer system and clean it out down to the last byte,” he said rather pointedly. “Of course this can’t be accomplished overnight, so I am afraid you are likely to be shut down for at least the next couple of months, with no personnel allowed access to the building or the company’s assets until the investigation is completed. I am sure you have heard of the RICO act,” he added as another tweak on the man’s nose. It was a clear taunt that they would forfeit all assets and that it would be a lengthy court battle to regain them.

Mr. Thompson shook his head slowly. He REALLY didn’t like this man now, not that he liked him before, but before he was just a curious challenge. The big man was standing there, calm as can be and threatening his very livelihood and hinting that it could disastrous for the company. The sudden shutdown of operations alone would cost them millions and put countless men at risk who were currently on the job. This Damocles agent was trying to back him into a corner and he didn’t see a way out at the moment. “And just what kind of cooperation. You mentioned pointing you in a direction. What did you have in mind… exactly?” he asked cautiously.

Cain felt like he was reaching his goal, but the ice was still thin between him and the goalie net. “Hmm, seeing how I am sure you don’t want any INDEPTH investigations into your personnel, mostly likely especially not your field operatives, how about we start with the list, that you supplied before, of those personal involved in the detail and assignment for guarding Ms. Cheney. I don’t remember all the names on that list, but seems to me I remember there being one called Jersey Kin or something like that. That’s not right, but I am sure that is close. What WAS that name?” he asked no one in particular. “You know, I don’t have that list with me. Is that something you can look up?” Cain asked pointing at the computer screen on the desk.

Mr. Thompson grumbled under his breath. He was sure that the big lug was purposely being obtuse. But if he was going to cooperate, looking up the names again was pretty minor. He slid out the keyboard from under the desk top, but when the screen didn’t come to life he frowned. What the fuck was wrong now? Looking at the monitor he realized the power button was not lit, so he turned it on and the log in screen was up and waiting. His frowned deepened. He almost never turned off the monitor. He looked up at Agent Marko for a moment. No the man seemed clueless at the moment. Mr. Thompson didn’t know what was going on here, but something was definitely amiss, he just couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Entering his password, Mr. Thompson looked up those assigned to the detail and scanning down the list found Jeremy King. He looked up at Agent Marko again. Why that name? How could he have known to pick that name and without ever consulting notes or anything? It was as if he already knew about King. Mr. Thompson narrowed his eyes, but called up the personnel file on King, Jeremy. Perhaps it was just a coincidence and he could give some inconsequential information to the man. It wasn’t like he could tell him to pick another name. That would be TOO suspicious. “King, Jeremy… What do you want to know?” he asked tersely.



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Drew Davis
 Posted: Jan 9 2018, 10:33 AM
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Drew caught the nod Cain gave. They didn't have the rapport him and Travis did but that didn't mean they couldn't communicate. Just that it was probably more work. Travis likely to slip a word in to confirm, or use his fingers in a way that the target wouldn't pick up on. But they had been partners for a decade. The fact that he and Marko could already get some basic stuff down just meant it was one more person Drew could take out into the field when he needed it.

If Thompson had tried something with Marko, Drew would have used the chance to slip out and away from things. Trusting that the large mutant could handle himself against this likely human. And while he could believe Marko's reputation might be a bit inflated he also knew that the starting point was still insanely high. He might, MIGHT have an advantage on the man only because he was invisible. He noted that tended to equalize things. They were both skilled and well trained. In the end, Drew likely would lose to Marko for a simple fact. Drew tended to wear light armor and was just as durable as any other person. Marko was resistant to most forms of damage and had that large juggernaut armor. So Drew would lose but he might put up a fight when he did. Thompson, on the other hand, had no chance against the larger man.

Typically Drew was very good about keeping his thoughts and noises to himself, but he had to admit he came close to letting out a chuckle with the look on the COO face when Marko suggested the idea that Damocles started to go over everything, using the RICO act. They probably didn't have cause, but by the time anyone figured that out, it would have taken the agency out of play for months. And in that time, it would be easy to slip a few things into files.

Once it sounded like the man was agreeing, Drew carefully moved behind the desk. Positioning himself to see both the keyboard and the screen of Thompson's computer. He raised an invisible eyebrow when Marko got the name wrong, wondering if that was on purpose or if the communication system had gone wonky. Just after he got it, in fact, he and Travis had been on a mission where the whole thing just cut out. It hadn't really impacted as much as it could have, but neither of them was super happy about it.

He realized his mistake in a moment with the frown. He held his breath until the man clearly didn't have any better idea as to why the screen was off and put in his password. Drew wasn't great at reading what someone was typing, and something that was tapped quickly anyway was difficult. He did manage to grab about half the password. He'd need to write it down when they were out so he didn't forget what he had.

His phone was already slid out. All noise from it was silenced. He was disappointed to see that Jeremy King just had a basic profile listed, but it had two important details. An address and a phone number. Drew carefully took photos of both of those. This close he wasn't sure it was safe to key the mic since Thompson seemed on edge now. So he waited to see whatelse Marko was going to bring up.



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Cain Marko
 Posted: Jan 14 2018, 10:48 AM
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Cain had purposely given the wrong name. It would help to hopefully throw Mr. Thompson off track a bit and further support the image of Cain being a muscle head rather than a cunning opponent. He wanted the COO to think of him as being too thick skulled to be manipulating things to the Damocles Agents advantage. Cain often let others think of him as being dumb and underestimating him. It was the kind of thing he could take advantage of to reach his own goals.

Cain didn’t know where Drew was, but he hoped the stealthy agent was in a position to see whatever information Mr. Thompson might bring up on the name Drew told Cain. Though he noticed the look the COO gave him, he didn’t know what it was about and kept his face blank and passive. He didn’t want to give anything away if the man across the desk became suspicious.

King, Jeremy… What do you want to know?” Mr. Thompson had asked tersely.

Cain smiled somewhat like an idiot. “I don’t suppose I could get a print out of his file?” he asked with a lopsided grin as if he wouldn’t know what to do without it all written down for him. Mr. Thompson shook his head negatively. “I am afraid that would violate our company’s privacy policy, so not without a search warrant,” he replied hoping that it would deter the huge Damocles Agent.

Cain nodded as if he completely understood and was fine with that. “How about just his contact information, you know like a phone number and address,” he suggested as an alternative. “Unless of course this is one of those areas you would like me to turn my gaze away from and look somewhere else?” he added with a meaningful look, as if to affirm that it would cost the Chief Operations Officer. Mr. Thompson scowled, he was not happy with where this was going or how it was proceeding. “No I think we can COOPERATE with the Damocles that much and give you his contact information,” Mr. Thompson agreed, though with his tone of voice it was clear that he didn’t like it. Then Cain grinned unpleasantly. “And the contact information of his emergency contacts and references. You know like friends, family, and past work references,” he said staring directly at the man across the desk in a challenging way. “That way I don’t have to come back here again. Because I am sure that if I did there wouldn’t be any way to avoid bringing a whole lot of other agents with me as well,” he openly threatened.



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Drew Davis
 Posted: Jan 18 2018, 10:52 AM
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Drew was the opposite of the large man in many ways. Including he rarely played 'dumb'. But then being dumb didn't fit his general image. Both him and Travis were more all American. Oh, he could play stupid with the best of them, but sometimes letting the target know that they were smarter had worked wonders. That said, Marko fit into the stupid stereotype, and it seemed to work just as well for him. Just as Drew was more than a pretty face, Marko was more than just muscles.

They both knew that Marko was asking for the moon and not expecting to get it. No one worth their salt gave out personal files like that. But that was what Drew was for. To watch him. It was a shame Drew couldn't figure out how to get the man to leave without closing out of his system. How to be able to access the whole file. Even if he could, there wouldn't be a good way of letting Marko know about it which could undo any plans he might have. So he worked with what was on the screen. Taking careful note to be right behind the man snapping the pictures so there would be no distortion from the privacy filter.

He didn't know if the man would take Marko up on the emergency information. Some of that stuff wasn't even listed. Plenty of people in Damocles knew Drew had a brother, some even knew that his name was Kohl but Kohl didn't exist in any database. If they were hacked, no one would be able to connect the two of them. For both their safety. The only contact listed in his file was Travis. Even his mother wasn't there. Travis and he had long exchanged envelops. People to contact if the worse happened, life insurance payouts (in the other's name for more protection, even if the end beneficiary was someone else), wills.

So the fact that none had come up, except an emergency contact number that Drew snapped a picture of, wasn't really that big of a surprise. With a smile he moved behind Marko's chair and kicked it on the leg twice. They didn't have anything else to get here. He didn't know if Marko would even understand what he was saying but it was still a little dangerous to key the mic.


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Cain Marko
 Posted: Jan 18 2018, 07:51 PM
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Mr. Thompson looked at the Damocles agent across the desk thru slit eyes. “You like to push things don’t you,” it was a statement not a question, he was not personally intimidated by the huge man. But when it came to the company and those he worked for, he had to walk carefully. People in his position weren’t fired, they tended to pull the wrong assignment and come home in a body bag. “I think you know I can’t give you that kind of information,” he told Cain.

Cain leaned forward just slightly, placing his balled up fists on the desk to support his bulk and grinned in a rather feral way. “Give me SOMETHING… if for no better reason then to get rid of me,” he told the Chief Operations Officer. Slowly Mr. Thompson opened the top side drawer without taking his eyes off of the huge Damocles agent and pulled out a single small piece of paper, a post it note. Clicking his pen he wrote down a phone number without looking at the computer screen. Picking up the paper and holding it up but without offering it, the COO looked rather pointedly at the Damocles Agent. “I want you to get the FUCK out. Do we understand each other?” he asked with a raised eyebrow but a scowl on his face.

Cain’s grin grew and it didn’t get anymore pleasant. He was about to say more, to try and push to see just what he could squeeze from the man sitting on the other side of the desk, when he felt the chair behind him tapping against his leg as Drew kicked the chair twice. Cain took that as a warning and let his grin fade into just a stoic serious expression. “That depends…” he told Mr. Thompson. “On WHAT?” the COO questioned, his tone showing a bit of anger now. “On what is on that little piece of paper,” Cain calmly stated, looking pointedly at the paper in the other man’s hand.

With an almost huff; Mr. Thompson reached out offering the paper to Cain. “It is the number of an old “Work” associate. Go squeeze them and get the fuck out of my office,” Mr. Thompson stated rather pointedly himself. Cain took the little piece of paper and only glanced at the number on it before pushing into his pants pocket. Then without another word Cain straightened up and walked towards the door. “The guards outside my office will see you out,” Mr. Thompson informed the Damocles Agent. “I wouldn’t want you to get lost and be wandering around our offices,” he said informing him that he didn’t want the huge man taking the long way out or going on a sight seeing tour of the facilities.

Cain stopped at the door and opened it, but then stepped to the side still holding the door open and turned to look back at Mr. Thompson pausing for moment. With a nasty grin that totally said ‘fuck you’ and a stare that said ‘make your move’, Cain gave the Chief Operations Officer one last shot as he held the door so Drew could get out. “How considerate. It is always a pleasure to work with professionals, when one can FIND them,” he said with no humor in his deep baritone voice. Mr. Thompson slammed his hand down on his desk as he shot to his feet. Yelling to the security men standing outside the office door he told them, “Get this ASSHOLE out of here and don’t let him back in the doors without a search warrant in hand!

Cain just laughed out loud in his big deep baritone voice, finally stepping out of the office but leaving the door open. If he wanted in he knew this place didn’t have enough men to stop him. But he figured they were done and so walked back towards the stairs with security detail trotting along behind trying to keep up with his big steps. One of the security men had to actually run to get around the huge man and reach the door to the stairs first and open it. Cain just smiled, stopping for a moment to stand to the side of the open door and nodded his head to the man and used his hand to give the gesture for tipping his hat. Though it looked like he was just being a smart ass, in reality, he wanted to make sure that Drew had a way out.



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