Seeking Information (Abigail Fairweather)

[Reaper]

The cab rolled slowly up to the entrance of the police station. Adam sat in the backseat of the cab and looked up at the building he was about to enter. He searched through his pocket and found a whole stack of 100 dollar bills. He took two out and gave it to the cabdriver ''Keep the Change'' Adam said. He grabbed his bag next to him and got out of the cab, slamming the door violently behind him. The long trenchcoat was nearly touching the ground from its long size. He took his shades on and started walking into the police department with the bag in his right hand.

He smashed the double doors open with his left hand. ''I need some informations, who of you cops can help me!?'' Reaper shouted through the hall. A cop seemed a bit scared by this whole situation and replied a bit frightened. ''you have to take a number, sir'' she managed to reply him, with a tone of fear and shock in her voice. Reaper turned around to the small women, like she was some worm. He noticed she was reaching down for her gun. She had just unsnapped the holster, so she would be ready. Reaper dropped the bag on the floor, and with a sudden and quick move he grabbed the small woman by the shirt and lifted her up so he could look her into the eyes. The reactions from her fellow police officers were to draw their guns and starts pointing them towards Reaper. ''Put her down!'' several of the officers shouted. Reaper didn’t move his view upon the officer. ''Do I look like I wanna wait?'' Adam asked. ''N-n-no s-s-sir, b-but you have t-to wait.'' She managed to reply. ''do you wanna end up in a body bag tonight? Because I can easily take this whole department down if that’s what you wish''

One of senior officers, who had seen the whole thing, had holstered his gun again. ''Look, if you put her down, we will answer all the questions you might have'' he said with a very calm and friendly tone in his voice. ''who the fuck are you?'' Adam turned his head towards the senior officer. The woman who was lifted up into midair was started crying, unable to do anything due to Reapers big size. ''I'm detective Joseph Ramirez. I'm one of the few people in charge here. '' Adam looked at the officer. ''Well, Detective Ramirez, I sure hope you are able to answer my questions else I will not be very happy'' he let go of the woman, making her fall down upon her feet and then collapse so she went all the way down upon her butt. Her fellow colleagues quickly hurried to her aid. Adam picked up his back once again and started to walk towards the Detective. ''Well, I'm not able to answer your questions, since I'm working on an important case, but I will get someone to answer your questions.'' Adam got furious. This little prick was trying to trick him. ''is this a joke you little piece of shit!?'' Adam said with a very aggressive voice grabbing the detectives' shirt and threatening him. ''Look, we'll put you first in line, but you have to be patient and wait for them'' the detective got a little nervous. ''look, just take a seat at this desk, and I will make sure someone comes and talks with you right away.'' Adam grunted and let go of the officer. ''Fine'' he said, with a bit of anger in his voice. He had to wait for him to get his answers... like his journey hadn't been long in the first place. He took a seat at the desk and started searching around the stuff there was in it to see if he could find anything of interest. ''sir, you’re going to have to stop searching in the desk'' the detective said ''do you wanna wake up in a bodybag? Then fuck off!'' he sat down in the comfortable chair behind the desk and put his feet upon it. To kill his time he was looking through all the documents on the table. He noticed that some of the police officers stood and talked while looking at them. ''What the fuck are you looking at!?'' Reaper shouted through the room, making the audience in the room shut up for 2 seconds where they slowly started to talk again. Adam looked down upon the documents again and started reading.

[Abigail Fairweather]

Well you could say that Abigail was very lucky for not experiencing the chaos in the lobby. She would most defiantly not have been pleased, but it might have made it possible, for not making her the one, that would have been pushed unto the brut. Well that was what was going to happen very soon, but right now she was happily looking into old cases, to fill her knowledge archives. It had been a quit day, and she had, had a lot of time, to do whatever she saw fit. But all peace had to come to an end.

One of her colleague came running, stopping in front of her, trying to catch his breath. “Our… Superior says… you have to come… to the lobby…” Clearly he has been running as fast as he could, and now suffering from it. “Okay… what for?” she asked, looking up from her papers. “Just… Come along…” laying aside the papers she got up, and looked a little over the last lines, before she followed him towards the lobby. “Faster!” the grabbed a hold of her, trying to drag her along, but she pulled free. “All right, all right…!” She sounded annoyed, but nonetheless she started to run after him, not knowing why she has to run. It wasn’t like there was fire in the building then she would most defiantly have known. Even when she got to the lobby, she could really she what was wrong. Well every did seem a little anxiousness, but why?

She didn’t have to wait long to find out why, when a rather big and grumpy looking man came in sight. He was already in the middle of scaring the other people around him, and now it looked like, that it was planed that she was the one that should be pushed into the lion’s den. Surely another one of their harassments, but instead of complaining, she just sighted heavily, and then walked towards the guy, not even questioning if that was where she had to no. And no one stopped her, so that meant that she was right. This was rather ridicules, because everyone knew, that she was not suited for this kind of jobs yet.

Though not really wanting to get close the person, she still slowed her movement, walking the last couple of feet before getting to him. She managed to get a friendly smile on her lips, and reached a hand towards him to greet him. “Hi, my name is Abigail Fairweather, how may I help you?” her voice soft and mild sounding like she was really interested in helping him. Well she was somewhere but she wasn’t sure about his personality. He seemed like the bad type of person, but she wasn’t really afraid of him, which was clear to see in her.

Abigail looked like nothing more than a little mouse next to the man. Her not being anything more than 5,4 feet, and him being around the 7,3. Beside that she looked rather brittle, being small and slim almost thin. To describe her further more and not just her highs and built, she was rather dull looking, with her brown curly hair, tightly pulled back into a pony tail. Well it didn’t hide the fact, that if you really tried to imagine it, she had the potential of being quick attracting, more than most in the whole department. But fate would have it, and her uniform in that rather boring black/grayish blue made her dull look complete. Well if she at least let her hair down it would help.

[Reaper]

Reaper was looking at the documents. All small crimes that easily can be solved, one of them was outstanding, a picture of a serial killer. Seemed like they were unable to catch this guy, but they knew how he looked like. But they neither had address nor any known whereabouts of this guy.

A small, very weak looking girl was walking towards him, but he didn’t bother looking at her. He did however notice her, but he didn’t consider her as anything, only as a normal police officer. Adam had removed his shades so he better could look at the documents, and he had put them on top of his head, holding back his hair. He had put the bag beside the chair, so he knew where it was. He kept a close eye out for it since he didn’t trust any of the officers in this building.

The girl walked up to the desk and introduced herself. Adam looked up from the documents and at the poor girl. He noticed she looked rather dull and not attractive at all. ''I’m Reaper, are you the one to answer my questions?'' he looked suspiciously at the girl.

[Abigail Fairweather]

Abigail kept forcing the smile to stay on her face not that, that fact made it look like it. Her smile looked like she truly meant it, which was due to her talent of faking emotions. Well some of her fear of the big brute still showed, but that was because she didn’t know what he was capable of, so she could only expect the worst of him. Well it was wrong to judge a book by its cover, but Abigail had little trust in the people of Gotham, no matter how they looked.
“Well I am the one who is gonna try Mr. Reaper…” she answered in a warm voice, and withdrew her hand and then sitting down, so she wouldn’t look like a complete idiot.
“So what is it you have questions about?” Sound very professional, the leaned towards him.
She doubted his reasons for being her, for she didn’t think that he had questions worth all this commotion. He was probably just one of those type seeking revenge over something stupid, thinking that the police was willing to give up information. Or someone coming here just to stir things up.

[Reaper]

Reaper looked at the girl like she was an idiot, ''Mr. Reaper''. He got a little pissed off by her saying ''Mr.'' in front of his name. It just sounded stupid to him and it annoyed him a bit. ''It’s just Reaper, got it?'' with a tone of being angry. Even thou it was just a tiny little thing, it still pissed him off. He easily got pissed these days, his hunt had showed no results thus far and he was impatient.

Reaper looked at the woman still standing up. he nodded towards the empty chair on the other side of the desk and said. ''Take a seat, this might take a while.'' He reached down towards his bag and opened it. While searching through the bag. He tried to tell something to the girl, while searching through the bag. ''So... Fairweather, I need you to find someone for me.'' But it came out almost mumbling, hard to hear at least. He had a bit of a trouble finding what he was looking for in the bag. Of course he was carrying around his clothing. But also, he needed space for his weapons, which made it hard to find what he was looking for. He finally found what he was looking for, a more than 50 pages long file saying classified on it. After he found what he was looking, he quickly closed the bag so others couldn’t look down into it and straightened up again so he sat up straight again.

[Abigail Fairweather]

Without further delay she sat down, and smiled a little by his remark, still not believing that this was anything more than time waste. Well with this job it was inevitable to get past this kinds of jobs, so she just had to be professional about it.

She leaned a little forth, not much just a little, to see what was in the bag. Not to be impolite, but out of pure curiosity, which only would be called natural. But quickly looked at him, when he spoke to her, and pushed forth another friendly smile.
”Well who are you looking for?” she was not that willing to help him find someone due to her believe, but no matter who much she was against this she still had to help. And well… Either way she got to help someone, so it was probably a good thing? No she couldn’t convince herself that this was for the greater good.

Abigail looked at the file in his hand, and looked up at the man again.
”I cannot promise you that I can find the person that you are looking for, but I will do my best to try”

[Reaper]

Reaper looked skeptically at her. ''this is just routine for you isn’t it?'' he said coldly. He was pissed, she didn’t take this seriously, and he could feel that. This was just another mere job for her. It really pissed him off. ''do you believe that I spend that last couple of years in finding this person, that this is just some routine I do? Do you really believe I created this file just because I needed you fucking cops to have something to do?!'' he said harshly. This girl obviously didn’t know how serious this was.

Reaper had been looking for this guy for several years, so now that he was closer than ever in reaching his goal, this little brad should not stand in his way of achieving it. ''are you willing to help me, yes or no!?'' he grabbed the bag and lifted it a bit from the ground. He was ready to draw the shotgun he had hidden in the bag if she was just taking this on the ''routine''.

[Abigail Fairweather]

Abigail smiled apologizing to the guy, looked down a little, before answering. ”I am very sorry is if it looks that way, but I am actually interested in helping you…” She knew that she had screwed up, but she could just have thought about it from the start. Of course no one would be glad to have someone to think that they were lunatics. But he just had this good-for-nothing look.
”I don’t believe that much about you sir. I just know that you are here for my help, and that I might not be able to help you. Of course I will try to do my best to help you…” she said in a calm voice, sounding as convincing as someone probably could.
”So perhaps I should know who I am supposed to find?” she said friendly.
She still had a hard time to see him as anything other than a thug. He looked like one. Of course she could be wrong. Well He didn’t seem like a good person, especially as he almost threatened whoever he came close to. The whole department was in general freaked by his brute size and behavior.

[Reaper]

Reaper looked quietly at Abigail. He didn’t want to answer her question because he knew she didn’t trust this with her life. But somewhere deep inside he actually knew that he couldn’t act this way even thou he really disliked the police. He wasn’t even going to apologize to this rookie as she seemed, Reaper would never apologize to anyone. He dropped the bag back down on the ground and put his feet down upon the ground so he sits up straight. He didn’t care if it did seem annoying and provoking if he had his feet on the table, but the chair wasn’t comfortable when sitting like that.

He looked briefly down at the file in his hands. He didn’t have that much of a choice than start being a little nice if he actually wanted to have some progress in this hunt of his. He leaned towards the desk and threw the file facing her so she could read it while he was talking a bit. ''I’m looking for a guy named Maxwell Sinclair, also known as the Animal. My last intel about him let me here to Gotham and I believe that he’s still here.''

[Abigail Fairweather]

She took the file, and examined the front shortly, before she opened it.
”And why are you looking for this person?” She asked while looking through the front page, to see how this Maxwell fellow was. His surname reminded Abigail of Simon, since it was a rather odd name. He hadn’t met anyone with that name before actually.
She didn’t comment on the fact that Reapers shoes were in the middle of messing up one of her colleague’s desk. She knew that it wouldn’t help pointing it out. It would probably just make him ruder. He had an authority problem, probably hated the cops, and had probably either assaulted one some point in this life. Not that she could prove it, but she was pretty sure, since he clearly despised every single person in this building.
”You do know that there is a possibility that I can’t find any information, or that I might not be able to give you the information right?” she said before looking up at this huge brute. Clearly it was not meant to piss him off, but just a quick note so that she wouldn’t have to fight him later on, if she couldn’t give the information for some reason.

[Reaper]

Reaper looked at her coldly and then decided to take off his shades. ''let us just say he’s an old friend of mine.'' He then reached over the table to see if he could find a blank piece of paper and a pen, and then he started scribbling down some words and numbers of the paper. He quickly looked up at her when she said it. ''This is the Gotham PD. You should have some information on this guy.'' He answered her coldly and then he looked down at his piece of paper once again started scribbling.

When he stopped scribbling he then dropped the pen on the desk and sat back in the chair to relax. He looked at the desk. It was a mess, the computer was open and the papers on the desk weren’t sorted. He started looking at the individual papers. ''Is this your desk?'' he asked trying not to interrupt her reading that much, but he had gotten quite curious whom this desk did belong to.

[Abigail Fairweather]

She smiled weakly to his reply, and felt that he was only up for no good. An old friend usually meant an old enemy, or a person which people had a conflict with. She didn’t felt like helping, at least not before she had done a background check on him, to make sure she wasn’t giving information away to a bad person..
”Sometimes even the Gotham Police Department cannot find people. Not that I am saying that this is the case, I am just telling you so that you are warned” She kept looking though the files.
She slowly looked up at him, and then the desk and shook her head. ”No… My desk is down another hall…” she replied, before looking into the files again, but only shortly because she closed the file. ”It’s quiet detailed, so I think I might be able to find something” she smiled gently and stood up. ”If that was all, I will try finding the requested information?”

[Animal]

Simon had been to a short meeting with his superior, but he had heard the noise out in the main hall. Someone had caused some trouble in the police building. He thought it was quite an odd place to cause any trouble with all the police officers running around at the same place. After Simon left his superiors office, he went straight to see what had been going on in the main hall. Everything seemed to be back at normal. Only thing which stood out was that one of the officers was sitting on a chair looked like she was in some sort of shock. Simon walked over to the officers and sat down in front of her. ''hey, are you alright?'' ''ye-yeah… thanks… I’m alright I guess, just still in quite a shock.'' ''What happened?'' ''you see that guy over there?'' she nodded towards the table with the big brute, he was obviously scribbling something down and Abigail was sitting on the other side of the desk, reading something which most of all looked like a very thick book. ''he just walked in the front door and started shouting out loud he wanted some information. He didn’t tell us what he wanted to know, Ms. Fairweather might know, she seems to be reading something which he gave him. Well he walked in the front door as I said, started yelling, I told him to take a number and then he got all aggressive.'' ''hmm… would you like a cup of tea? I can make some for you if it helps calm down your nerves.'' She smiled at Simon ''yes please'' she said with a mild tone of appreciation. Simon could tell by her voice and body language that she was still in quite a shock and that she basically just wanted to go home right now. ''I’ll be right back then'' he smiled with a friendly and comforting smile. The best thing he could do was to try and make her feel at ease so she could return to her work and do it properly.

Simon stood up and quickly looked at his watch. It was in the middle of the day, so there was a long time to her working hours were over. He decided to go by the headmasters' office and ask if she could have the rest of the day off. He quickly looked at her badge and noted down her name in his head. He turned around and started walking across the room and into the cafeteria so he could make her a cup of tea.

[Reaper]

Reaper looked at her very skeptical. Her body language and way of reading showed that she didn’t actually want to help him find Maxwell. He was done scribbling down what he wanted to scribble down upon the little piece of paper. He threw the pencil on the desk and just left the piece of paper where he had used it.

Reaper leaned back in the desk chair and looked at the officer. She didn’t promise anything that she could find him. Well the chances of the police actually finding this guy was very small, but the chance was there after all so he had to give it a try at least. ''I’m not leaving before I get the information I want'' he put on his sunglasses once again and crossed his arms. Reaper got his attention distracted by someone walking behind Ms. Fairweather. He looked quite familiar and Reaper took a quick look at the man walking by. It was Maxwell, the same way of walking and the face. There was no doubt this was Maxwell, but what was he doing here in a police station. Reaper didn’t hesitate in quickly trying to catch up with him, with a kick away from the desk. He quickly got up and chased after the man ''Max!'' he shouted as he tried to run up this guy. The guy didn’t respond, but Reaper thought he just didn’t hear him so he got up to him and grabbed him by the shoulder. All the police officers in the building had reacted to this sudden reaction by this guy. He had acted violent just 10 minutes earlier so they were still on the alert. ''Max'' he turned the guy around. It wasn’t, this guy was somehow different and he looked quite familiar to Maxwell. Reaper had gotten a little confused, he thought for a moment his long hunt finally was over but it must have been in his desperation he must have thought that this guy was Maxwell. Reaper stood for a brief moment and looked at the man. It seemed as for the stranger as he had never seen Reaper before. He concluded that this guy wasn’t Maxwell, or there would be an expression of surprise in the face, instead this guy looked like one big question mark. ''Never mind'' Reaper said quietly while looking skeptically at this man. He turned around to see a lot of police officers standing ready with his weapons and handcuffs. They had expected him to do something aggressive and harsh, but to their surprise he just let the officer go. Reaper walked back to the desk and grabbed his bag. He took the piece of paper and put it in front of Ms Fairweather. ''call this number when you know something'' Due to this sudden confussion, Reaper decided to leave. He tossed the bag over his left shoulder and started walking towards the main exit.