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| Scene Title | Side Steppin' |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Len has questions for Minea, but very few answers. |
| Date | May 4, 2009 |
Office of Len Denten
As has been his schedule for the two days he's been in New York, he's been going through files and files, and even more files. They are stacked up on his desk now, only leaving rooms for his big boots that rest atop the wooden top. He's reclining back in his chair, and there is some country music playing in the office as he bounces the toe of his foot in time to the music.
Len has been visited one by one by the agents that will fall under him and so far, he's been rather impressed with what he's seen. Problem is, he has one dead agent and a suspect still on the loose. Well, we'll get to that eventually, he's sure.
She hadn't been planning on going to see him yet. Minea had a lot on her mind. A big 'a lot'. She's walking past the office, flipping through papers, khaki's tailored jacket, green button up, low heels and hair back. Things to categorize, figure out, get them all in their proper little holes. But the Agent stops when she see's the door though, something flickering in her head about having to go meet the new guy and since she is there, What the hell. So it's an about face, and then a left turn followed by knock on the lintel.
Len seems to have an open door policy — which would explain the reason his door is wide open. His head swivels to look at the knocker of wood and he grins. "Agent Dahl." he bursts out a wide grin in greeting and takes his feet off the desk, putting his dusty cowboy boots on the floor and getting up out of his chair, dropping the folder he was reading back onto his desk.
"Well, come on in and sit yourself a spell." he motions to the chair in front of his desk. He picks up a stack of folders and carries it out and drops it on his secretary's desk, followed by a second stack, cleaning off his desk some to make it presentable. "We can have ourselves a little chit-chat!" he grins.
"I have some time Agent Denton" Minea answers, carrying on with her detour, straight into the seats in front of his desk. Her own files placed on the chair beside her. "Welcome to New York. Hope it doens' try to bite you on the ass like it does so many others" She offers her hand up to the other agent. Her superior if she remembers rightly.
Len waves all that off. "I have a pretty big ass, Agent Dahl. But I'm not entirely sure it's appropriate to discuss such things — at least in the office." he takes a seat , wide grin still on his face. He sits down once Minea has sat down, "I've been reading up on you, Agent Dahl. I must say your first few months here have been…" he pauses, finger moving to his chin to tap it somewhat overdramatically. "… interesting, to say the least."
"I'm sure Agent Dalton that it's a good read. I'll endeavor to make sure that it stays just as interesting" Yup. Yup, it's gonna get interesting. "What can I do for you though, or were you wanting to discuss the interesting bit?" Miena's relaxed, cowboy mode is not uncommon for her. Oldest brother has a thing for horses and boots and the like.
"Tell me how you are getting along with Agent Cook." How's that for direct, from the cowboy? "I met him a little earlier." Len leans back in his chair, hands folded across his stomach.
"He doens't want me to wear wool, perfume, talk too loud, he asked to sniff me while I was laid up in the hospital, but so far" Minea nods her head a little. "I think we'll be getting along just fine. Someone needs to get the guy a sensory deprevation tank, so he can get a decent nights sleep without needing to measure the amount of time he stays awake when a fly gets in his room"
Len laughs. "Well, I was going to suggest maybe he walks a little funny — like maybe he had a stick up his ass or something, but he'd definitely some kind of peculiar." He does have a pair of files on his desk. "Looks like you were up to be partnered up with Katherine Marks, before her untimely passing." His brown eyes look across the desk towards the woman, though the smile is no longer there.
"Eh, i'm used to stick up ass, My father's one. Nothing I can't handle and I tend to be on at times too" The smile on her own face disappears as well when the mention of Katherine comes up. "We had already started trying to go out on each others cases to get a handle on our personality's and make sure we weren't going to go at eaach others throats"
"Adam Monroe." He pauses for a moment. "I am personally telling every agent that I meet, that he gets pushed near the top. I don't care what you have to do to get him, but I want his scrawny little ass locked away." He leans forward at his desk. "Keep working on the Nakamuro stuff, but if you get a chance at Monroe, you have my permission to take it. Whatever it takes." Len nods as if to punctuate the end of his sentence himself.
"Agent Dalton, I don't know how they caught him the first time, but he was unarmed and he managed to take us both down. And I emptied a clip into him. He had no compunction using other people as shields and I watched him make Agent Marks shoot herself in the chest repeatedly before he came for me. I'm only alive by the grace of some higher power and because he had a message to pass along"
"I don't tend to take messages too awful well, Agent Dahl. And that higher power you speak of, well, I don't think he takes kindly to the likes of Adam Monroe — so his day will come." There's a bit of gritty determination in the man's voice as he speaks. Len glances at the agent across from him. "Is there anything else you need? And let me say this — I am not just a supervisor — I go out and do the same work you do, so if you ever need some backup, do not hesitate to call me, Agent Dahl."
"Neither do I. Nor to being shot. It was just a standard recruitment. I don't know how he knew we'd be there, but he was there" Minea gathers up her files, eying Len from across the desk for a minute before she leans forward. "Who brought you into the company Agent Dalton?"
The grin returns to Len's face as he leans back again in his chair. "Well, Agent Dahl. If you're worth your weight in gold as an agent, you'll find that out before I have to tell you." He stand, ready to dismiss the agent. "Keep me posted and let me know if there's anything I can do to help ya'll with your case. That Nakamura is a tricky son of a gun."
"I haven't put it in my reports yet but Nakamura's not going to be an issue. He's currently without his ability" Minea eases out of her chair, gathering her own files. "Still waiting to find out how long he's been without his ability to manipulate time, but when I do i'll put it in. I should go Agent Dalton, I have things to do and I got an appointment in medical"
Len dips his head. "Take care, Agent Dahl." As she leaves, he sits back down in his chair and gives a chuckle. "Things are never dull around here, I'll say that. But maybe it's time I get in on some of this here action."