Post by Logan Blackwood on Dec 16, 2013 20:10:48 GMT -5
0834 Hours
Lucas's Apartment
Arlington, VA
Logan Blackwood felt very awkward as he guided his Cadillac into the parking lot outside of the now familiar Arlington Apartment Complex. He absently took a bite of the spicy breakfast burrito he had picked up on his way here. It's contents held tightly by a wrapping of foil. He had a habit of needing spicy food and black coffee in the mornings. Egg, jalapeno and chorizo made a pleasing combination that set his mind for a days work. That is where the awkwardness came from. Normally, pulling into this lot would have his mind racing with possibilities and fun - as his girlfriend lived right next door to his destination for the day. After another quick bite of breakfast, he wrapped the foil around his burrito, and stashed it in the plastic bag he used for trash. His stomach wouldn't be satisfied by the food or anything else. Logan took a long drink from his coffee cup, before returning it to his cup holder, and shutting off the car's engine.
As he opened the door and stepped out, he hesitated, to look over at the personnel folder in his passenger seat. Lucas Clark. Below it, another folder which contained information on his once-team-member Mike. He shut the car door, and walked away - clicking the lock button on his key fob. He buttoned up the two buttons that held his dark grey suit jacket closed, over a bright teal shirt and matching tie. His pants were pressed yet faded dark denim, and his shoes, comfortable brown leather. He hated it -but there was no way of avoiding the fact that this was not a personal call. No, unfortunately, this was business.
Smoothing his hair back, Logan reached the door to the complex, punching in the code Azalea had given him, which allowed him inside. He removed the pair of sunglasses he was wearing, folding them carefully and placing them in his breast pocket. He began his hike up the stairs. He was confident that this would likely not be a pleasant meeting, regardless of what he wanted. Lucas had always been a bit hostile towards him, and he thought it was likely because of the threat of what was soon to happen. People, especially grunts, held mental specialists like Logan in low-regard. He hated that, because Lucas had shown him nothing but exemplary service. Sure, he had handed Azhar over to the baddies, but that was bad luck, not poor training or choices. The fact that he was doing this today had nothing to do with Logan, however. He and Dr. Byrne were Homeworld Command's Behavioral Specialists - and as such, they occasionally were asked to do something nobody wanted - evaluate their teams.
Logan had asked that Farrah be assigned this task, because of his proximity to Lucas, he worried that he would be met with a less-than-favorable result. As it were, the good doctor was not available, and Logan was stuck with the task. He only hoped that Lucas would be open with him - that he wouldn't be forceful. The last thing Logan needed was this unfortunate event driving a wedge between his team. As he reached the proper floor, he noticed that Lucas's door was open. His paranoia kicked in, as he hoped that nothing was amiss. Thats always how it starts, in any good cop drama. They go to interview someone, the door is open, and 'they' had apparently been there first. Logan crept towards the door, slowly, cautiously. He regretted leaving his walther in the car.
His alarm was misplaced, however. He looked into the room, and saw Lucas - packing his things into boxes. This created new curiosities in Logan's mind, but he would likely get answers soon. He knocked his knuckles against the door frame of the Lieutenant's Apartment. As Lucas turned his head to the noise, and saw him - Logan could tell by the expression on his face - this wouldn't be a breeze. "Hey, Lucas - I know - I know - not exactly how you pictured your day - me either." he said, trying to defuse the situation before it became a situation. "Brigadier Connolly ordered me out here, not my choice." he said - Lucas likely knew what was up - he was a smart kid, but he didn't have to like it. Nor, apparently, did Logan.
Tag Lucas "Saint" Clark
Lucas's Apartment
Arlington, VA
Logan Blackwood felt very awkward as he guided his Cadillac into the parking lot outside of the now familiar Arlington Apartment Complex. He absently took a bite of the spicy breakfast burrito he had picked up on his way here. It's contents held tightly by a wrapping of foil. He had a habit of needing spicy food and black coffee in the mornings. Egg, jalapeno and chorizo made a pleasing combination that set his mind for a days work. That is where the awkwardness came from. Normally, pulling into this lot would have his mind racing with possibilities and fun - as his girlfriend lived right next door to his destination for the day. After another quick bite of breakfast, he wrapped the foil around his burrito, and stashed it in the plastic bag he used for trash. His stomach wouldn't be satisfied by the food or anything else. Logan took a long drink from his coffee cup, before returning it to his cup holder, and shutting off the car's engine.
As he opened the door and stepped out, he hesitated, to look over at the personnel folder in his passenger seat. Lucas Clark. Below it, another folder which contained information on his once-team-member Mike. He shut the car door, and walked away - clicking the lock button on his key fob. He buttoned up the two buttons that held his dark grey suit jacket closed, over a bright teal shirt and matching tie. His pants were pressed yet faded dark denim, and his shoes, comfortable brown leather. He hated it -but there was no way of avoiding the fact that this was not a personal call. No, unfortunately, this was business.
Smoothing his hair back, Logan reached the door to the complex, punching in the code Azalea had given him, which allowed him inside. He removed the pair of sunglasses he was wearing, folding them carefully and placing them in his breast pocket. He began his hike up the stairs. He was confident that this would likely not be a pleasant meeting, regardless of what he wanted. Lucas had always been a bit hostile towards him, and he thought it was likely because of the threat of what was soon to happen. People, especially grunts, held mental specialists like Logan in low-regard. He hated that, because Lucas had shown him nothing but exemplary service. Sure, he had handed Azhar over to the baddies, but that was bad luck, not poor training or choices. The fact that he was doing this today had nothing to do with Logan, however. He and Dr. Byrne were Homeworld Command's Behavioral Specialists - and as such, they occasionally were asked to do something nobody wanted - evaluate their teams.
Logan had asked that Farrah be assigned this task, because of his proximity to Lucas, he worried that he would be met with a less-than-favorable result. As it were, the good doctor was not available, and Logan was stuck with the task. He only hoped that Lucas would be open with him - that he wouldn't be forceful. The last thing Logan needed was this unfortunate event driving a wedge between his team. As he reached the proper floor, he noticed that Lucas's door was open. His paranoia kicked in, as he hoped that nothing was amiss. Thats always how it starts, in any good cop drama. They go to interview someone, the door is open, and 'they' had apparently been there first. Logan crept towards the door, slowly, cautiously. He regretted leaving his walther in the car.
His alarm was misplaced, however. He looked into the room, and saw Lucas - packing his things into boxes. This created new curiosities in Logan's mind, but he would likely get answers soon. He knocked his knuckles against the door frame of the Lieutenant's Apartment. As Lucas turned his head to the noise, and saw him - Logan could tell by the expression on his face - this wouldn't be a breeze. "Hey, Lucas - I know - I know - not exactly how you pictured your day - me either." he said, trying to defuse the situation before it became a situation. "Brigadier Connolly ordered me out here, not my choice." he said - Lucas likely knew what was up - he was a smart kid, but he didn't have to like it. Nor, apparently, did Logan.
Tag Lucas "Saint" Clark
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