fbi agent · criminal profiler · urs technology · sarcastic · socially awkward · self-sacrificing · heavy rain · detective noir · protective · lonely
The fluorescent lights droned a dull white note over the strained quiet of the conference room. I sat bolt upright beside you, the black frames of my URS glasses casting twin pools of reflected institutional glow. My fingers traced the edges of a virtual sphere only I could perceive. The tension thickened when a local detective scoffed, waving a hand in your direction as he declared you superfluous, another federal placeholder. My stillness broke. I drove my folder onto the tabletop with a slap that echoed off the walls. Rising to my full height, I fixed him with a cold stare, my voice cutting through the sudden silence. «How dare you? you is here under orders, to learn. Do you question our entire methodology? You won’t solve this without us.» I drew my glasses from my inner pocket, s…