Registry of the Non-Evolved Database
File #06 Mar 2010 02:17
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 Clea Duvall |
In literary, silverscreen and the real world, there have been the stories of great quests, journey's and tests. People who's whole life, or a significant portion of it have been devoted to a cause, to a thing, a person or an ideal. Ahab and his white whale, Clarice Sterling and Hannibal Lector, Eliot Ness with Al Capone. Audrey Hanson and Sylar.
Childhoods for some are important, for others it's unimportant. They can impress upon and shape an individuals future or they can be normal, uneventful. Audrey if asked, would just dismiss her childhood, declaring it irrelevant to whatever is at hand, that she has more important things to focus on than parents, siblings and picket fences with a dog and a cat and that you should mind your own business. Whether anything did change her, impress on her enough to become who she is today, she never tells. It can't have been bad, that is for sure or maybe she'd have turned out more like the midtown man, than Agent Hanson.
She will say, that she entered into training with the Federal Bureau of Investigation because it fit with her and she with it. No nonsense, like minded people most of the time and an abundance of puzzles to solve, catching people who needed to be caught and put away. Making the world safer. She started from the bottom and worked her way up, going through the necessary training to make herself a better FBI agent. She learned had to do more than learn to play with the boys and beat them at their own games. She pushed for her promotions, pushed for better cases, more prime and juicy ones and worked to prove that her lack of height didn't mean a lack of brains or guts and that she could take what thy dished out to her. No dainty, fainting, hand flapping female here. It was a woman's job as well. She worked to stand out just enough to not be dismissed as just another girl trying to make it in a man's job. Helped too that she wasn't some raving beauty or the body of a stick thin model. Or that she could handle a handgun just as good as them. In a sense, this was where her attitude, her stern manner and 'bitch' personality was pulled from. But it worked for her.
Case after case crossed her desk, partnered a few times for various cases, doing her job like a good little Federal Agent. Cases got solved, people arrested and put away, the world made sense. Till one day she pulled the case of a strange serial killer going by the name Sylar. No visible connections between the Victims, no links and seemingly random. Only thing in common being that they were all killed with household objects with no trace of ever being physically contacted, some with mutilations of the head and neck. Thus started the game of chase the killer with Hanson, arriving to the scenes of his victims deaths and Sylar long gone. The perpetual game of cat and mouse across dozens of states, dozens of victims.
She got a break in 2006 when she met up with a cop by the name of Matthew Parkman at a crime scene. Somehow, he'd managed to find the daughter of two of Sylars victims by hearing her in his mind. This was her first known exposure to evolveds and while she didn't believe him at first, one conversation in an interrogation room and repeating back of her thoughts, she became convinced that he was indeed a telepath and tried to use him to talk to Molly Walker, the survivor. That nearly ended in catastrophe as Sylar had infiltrated the building and was trying to take away the young girl. Audrey gave chase and when she'd pinned him down, he's used his abilities to nearly force her to shoot herself in the head. Matthew Parkman intervened and while Sylar got away, Audrey lived to try and take him down another day.
This was one of a few times that she'd come face to face with her whale, knowingly and unknowingly. Tips and clue's, people and evidence at scenes leading to a Ted Sprauge who she was sure was Sylar but in the end turned out not to be and Peter Petrelli. That trail was abandoned pretty quickly. Parkman's insistence that Sylar was being help captive in a paper company that doubled as a front for something else brought about a temporary suspension when it turned out there was nothing, from her superior and trust with the NYPD officer that she had before and belief in his ability was summarily dismissed and written off as not real. She had her doubts though, that maybe, just maybe, he really was.
Then the bomb went off. The coming out of the evolved's afterward left Audrey with a bit of egg on her face with regards to Parkman. Was he really a telepath? What is Sylar was evolved as well? Would explain what happened in the sub-basement of the FBI HQ, the nature of the cuts that had no markers for having been caused by any weapons. It shone also, a whole new light on the case and with it more problems. What did he have? For that matter, how did this effect other cases? How many people with evolved abilities were there out there that could be used to help with cases like Matthew Parkman. Sure, anything he got out of someone's head wasn't usable, she'd had to have him try and get the person to speak verbally. But still.
Registration was put into effect, something she was a staunch supporter of. Who wouldn't be. Look at Sylar, look at Ted Sprague, a man who had poisoned his wife with his ability and dosed her and Parkman up to boot. He'd boiled water in a glass. Look at Matthew Parkman who could pluck top secrets out of someone's head with only a little bit of effort. It rattled the FBI agent. What else could people do? This wouldn't deter her from her her job, complicate it yes, but not deter her. But she couldn't expect what did happen. The disappearance of Sylar. One could surmise that he'd exploded to itty bitty bits in the explosion of midtown. But without a body, Audrey wasn't going to stamp a big red case closed on the impressively thick folder. She had a hunch and she lobbied to keep it open. When it was decided the case would be passed over to Homeland Security due to the nature of the killer, Audrey decided maybe it was time for her to make the move as well. She wasn't about to hand over the case to Homeland and all her hard work go to letting some other person get the drop and the bag on the guy when she did all the legwork.
There was still nothing, all the way up to a year post midtown. The world was all quiet on the Sylar front. A few months at the Federal Law Enforcement Training Center, adjusting to the differences in how the FBI ran things and Homeland Security did. At least it didn't require a uniform and she could still keep wearing her boring simple suits - well they call them boring. They're just suits, they don't have to have sequins or pinstripes in them. There was a case out in Texas, that might have been her whale, but it was put to bed quickly. Not that it wasn't important, just a guy who got a little adventurous with his kills. But it wasn't. Her hopes were raised for nothing, and Sylar's case only gathered a little more dust.
Then one day, a report surfaced. Fresh kill out of state, same MO that Sylar used. Timothy Lantz, Shape-shifter. Dead as a doornail and with his forehead sliced and brain in absentia. There were murmuring's of a copy cat but Audrey just shook her head and smiled, forefinger tapping the glossy picture of the crime scene. This was her whale and everything in her said it was him. The dog had found her bone again. The only thing was that whereas before, the kills had been consistent, now, they were sporadic, inconsistent. Explanation could be that the man was just not killing as often as he had before, or that Sylar… was killing and just being more smart about it. Covering up the murder to draw less attention to them? Whatever it was, when one cropped up, be it a definite or a maybe, Audrey was there with pursed lips, crossed arms and trying to get from the crime what she could in the vain hopes of some day bringing this man down to be called out for his crimes.
Someone else would take that out of her hands though, that a homsec agent and a fledgling frontline squad managed to catch the un-catchable man and bring him in. Mind you, that was the official. Unofficially? Was a speedster Feeb, and a speedster teenager that managed to do it with homesec swooping in at the last second. The racquetball court got a good pounding that night, happy that he'd been caught, but unhappy that it hadn't been her. This was her baby, her case, he was her whale. But she'd found out too that he was Felix Ivanov's whale as well. The celebrations would be short lived, a call in the middle of the night making lights turn on and bags packed. On a plane filled with other agents, Sylar managed to force the crash and death of countless agents, one remaining alive. Presumably to tell the tale and watch the serial killer lope off into the deserts of Rural Ohio. She was not amused. She had thought the case was put to bed and instead… Instead, the complacency of a plane full of federal agents had screwed it all up and he was free again. Not that John Q. Public knew. For all they knew, he was safely tucked away some place where he wouldn't bother the world again. Ohhhh government secrecy.
And the killings were nearly non-existent, the man disappearing into the wilds of the world. Agent Hanson keeping her ear to the ground for any similar murders, sometimes a hit or two but always turned out to be something else. Till a woman washed up out in Cony Island. Body of a woman with her head sliced open, not quite the exact MO< a little sloppy but it tweaked too true. Months passed, then another, all in the New York area. A Jane Doe with her head sliced open as well, but unlike the cony island body, this one's head had been sliced open by a physical object. Could Sylar be training up a protégé? Could this just be someone else, imitating someone he admired or desired to be like. Superiors were starting to think that everything post midtown, wasn't Sylar and she was starting to have the slightest doubts that he wasn't alive. The cases fell to her, similarities and connections to Sylar, and out of courtesy, and because she knew how much of a hard on the FBI Agent had for Sylar as well, She extended a cup of coffee and brought Felix on board. He's a man, who got the job done the first time, a man who knows a bit more of the details of the very much alive rehabilitated Gabriel Grey and instead of rubbing elbows and chafing against another agency, she's partnering up. Maybe together, they'll catch their whale and catch whomever's copycatting him.
Outwardly, Audrey projects a cool, stern and brusque sense of being. Often favouring intimidating postures when she's on the job, be it hands on hips, arms crossed and a faint bored affectation at times. A habit and an ingrained one from her starting days in the with the FBI and having to pretend that what the boys did, didn't bother her. She also has a very solid base of trust that starts with herself and extends outwards. It takes time to truly trust another, but once it's given, one can be certain that they've earned Audrey's trust. With that trust, she's willing to go to extend a little more effort, pull some strings, and will lower the battlements enough to maybe even let you smile and crack a joke or two. But most of the time, it's just business, and the business is life.
There's a sense of efficiency about her, brought on by the way she walks, the slight bowlegged gait, swing of her arms and the clipped and shortened way she talks as if she doesn't want to spend the energy on unnecessary words when they could be put to better use elsewhere. Her life is very much the job, and when on it, that's the focus and source of her attention. There's a distinct separation of personal from work with Audrey.
She doesn't play too well with others. She takes orders from superiors, can play nice with others, but when it comes to things involving her whale, her cases she can and does tend to get a bit protective and rough around the edges. On occasion, and plenty of times when a case isn't going her way or she's arrived too late to a crime scene, or when she fired her weapon and killed an older gentleman when she was sure it was Sylar, self doubt creeps in. The little whispers in the back of your head questioning whether what you did was right, was the only thing you could do. On occasion there's low self esteem, a hazard of working a particular case for so long and to just never get it closed.
"Law enforcement attracts a certain type of male personality."
"And what type of personality would that be?"
"Dogs."
"And the female personality?"
"Bitches. We like to keep it in the canine family."
Heroes Season 1, Audrey to Matt
Appendices
Logs
| March, 2010 | |||
| Date | Log | Other Participants | |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4th | Interdepartmental Cooperation, Part III | Eileen | |
| It Wasn't Gray | Felix | ||
| 5th | No Help | Noriko | |
| 8th | Shouldn't Take Long | Danko | |
| 11th | With Pasties On | Cooper | |
| i'm Sorry She's Gone | Cooper and Logan | ||
| 12th | Codenamed Behemoth | Felix | |
| 16th | here You Go | Cooper | |
| Death Is Nothing At All | Felix, Logan, Peter and Peyton | ||
| Moby Dick Has Babies | Peter | ||
| 19th | Crown Of Balloons | Cooper | |
| Objects In The Mirror Are Gorier Than They Appear | Cooper and Rebecca | ||
| April, 2010 | |||
| Date | Log | Other Participants | |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1st | Drives Pregnant Women Into Labor | Pandora | |
| 6th | Just A Few More Pieces | Cooper and Rebecca | |
| 7th | Taking It Out On Cooper | Cooper | |
| Scum of the Earth | Maddie | ||
| 8th | Relevant Answers | Magnes and Veronica | |
| 9th | Ask And Ye Shall Receive | Felix | |
| 13th | Gone | Gabriel, Gillian, Jenny and Michael | |
| 15th | Try Not To Think | Gabriel | |
| 18th | The Crippled Leading The Blind | Cooper | |
| 19th | A Crown of Daisies | Veronica | |
| 23rd | Seeing Colors | Cooper | |
| May, 2010 | |||
| Date | Log | Other Participants | |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19th | Better Than He Wants Me To Be | Craig, Felix, Samson and Veronica | |
| June, 2010 | |||
| Date | Log | Other Participants | |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16th | My Personal Offer | Tracy | |
| 28th | Interdepartmental | Lancaster and Vincent | |
| 30th | The Bitch and the Jackass | Nash | |
| July, 2010 | |||
| Date | Log | Other Participants | |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9th | One Hell Of A Good Time | Cardinal, Monica, Mortimer and Toby | |
| 11th | Renewing Contracts | Rebecca | |
| 13th | Fueling Metabolisms | Alex, Daphne, Felix, Nadia and Wayland | |
| 14th | Those Meddling Grays | Eileen | |
| 15th | Confidentiality | Cardinal and Peyton | |
| 22nd | Did You Interrogate The Flamingo's? | Cooper | |
| August, 2010 | |||
| Date | Log | Other Participants | |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26th | Interdepartmental Cooperation, Part IV | Matt, Pierce and Sarisa | |
| 27th | There Will Be No Lawyer | Magnes | |
| 28th | Waiting For The Bullet | Magnes and Matt | |
| 30th | You Are A Long Term Client | Rebecca | |
| 31st | Coffeeshop Scene | Lancaster and Vincent | |
| September, 2010 | |||
| Date | Log | Other Participants | |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2nd | Get Cracking | Cooper | |
| 4th | Get Going | Dante and Matt | |
| 12th | Voluntary Permission | Matt and Tracy | |
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