
"HOW THE SAUSAGE IS MADE"
MIRA BALTIMORE BRANCH HEADQUARTERS - 1800 HOURS

Senior Analyst Julianne Cho did not want to spend her evening in a laboratory, but sacrifices came with the territory, she supposed.
The conference room within sublevel YELLOW had been reserved for the occasion, and her presentation had been prepared. Additionally, precautions had been taken for the arrival of a certain Analyst; while her knowledge of "Elixir" was relatively limited, she had heard rumors of his life before MIRA and certainly didn't want to find out if the rumors were true, God forbid. The other PMPD Analyst-- the one they called "Ghoul"-- she knew a bit more of. It was a veritable freakshow, but again-- it came with the territory. The last thing any of them needed was to waste time over petty squabbles, and she'd interacted with every Agent across the spectrum of PMPD manifestation. Eating brains was certainly at the top of the list, though not decisively at the apex. That was owed to a man in Kansas whose excrement and vomit could eat through sewage piping.
She did not miss her days as a Junior Analyst.
"I'm aware, Sub-Director. Yes. Mhm. Goodbye." She replied, setting down her phone upon the conference room table and adjusting her laptop out of habit-- aligning the base to be parallel with the edge of the table. She adjusted her glasses, next, and then her coat. It was important to be professional within the Agency-- and, barring that, to appear professional. Time would only tell what this assorted group of individuals would be like, and what camp they fell into. She'd requested a team for the lead, and what did the Sub-Director do? Three random inidividuals from nearby branches. Something about resources spread thin. She would've loved to be a fly on the wall, for that conversation.
Regardless, she was at least professional enough to keep from bitching to anyone that mattered. She just-- needed to make her case that this wasn't a dead lead. Get a solid bit of evidence, figure out where to go from collected intelligence, and go from there. It was a matter of when, and not if.
She hoped.
The conference room within sublevel YELLOW had been reserved for the occasion, and her presentation had been prepared. Additionally, precautions had been taken for the arrival of a certain Analyst; while her knowledge of "Elixir" was relatively limited, she had heard rumors of his life before MIRA and certainly didn't want to find out if the rumors were true, God forbid. The other PMPD Analyst-- the one they called "Ghoul"-- she knew a bit more of. It was a veritable freakshow, but again-- it came with the territory. The last thing any of them needed was to waste time over petty squabbles, and she'd interacted with every Agent across the spectrum of PMPD manifestation. Eating brains was certainly at the top of the list, though not decisively at the apex. That was owed to a man in Kansas whose excrement and vomit could eat through sewage piping.
She did not miss her days as a Junior Analyst.
"I'm aware, Sub-Director. Yes. Mhm. Goodbye." She replied, setting down her phone upon the conference room table and adjusting her laptop out of habit-- aligning the base to be parallel with the edge of the table. She adjusted her glasses, next, and then her coat. It was important to be professional within the Agency-- and, barring that, to appear professional. Time would only tell what this assorted group of individuals would be like, and what camp they fell into. She'd requested a team for the lead, and what did the Sub-Director do? Three random inidividuals from nearby branches. Something about resources spread thin. She would've loved to be a fly on the wall, for that conversation.
Regardless, she was at least professional enough to keep from bitching to anyone that mattered. She just-- needed to make her case that this wasn't a dead lead. Get a solid bit of evidence, figure out where to go from collected intelligence, and go from there. It was a matter of when, and not if.
She hoped.
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