Post by Elena Fairchild on Mar 29, 2013 15:21:19 GMT -8
January 12, 2012; 9:15 am
"Markus von Wolfram. Why the hell did you not tell me?" Kirsten von Wolfram's Germanic accent punctured her words. She followed it up with a strong punch aimed at his solar plexus. "I had to find out from some paper pusher in Internal Affairs that there was some high priority ongoing investigation at Hogwarts. Kidnapping and multiple murders?" She grabbed his face with both her hands and leaned her forehead against his. "Are you okay? Are the kids okay?" Her voice lowered to close a whisper, a small tremble appeared. She had almost blasted her teammates holding her back from rushing over here when she first learned of the situation.
Someone cleared their throat behind her and Kirsten stepped back, slight blush to her face and eyes cast down. "Captain von Wolfram. I hope you will forgive our sudden appearance." Devon Ford strode forward and held out a sealed letter. "We've been sent by Headquarters to assist you in the investigation." He smirked, as if there was a story behind the statement that he wasn't sharing. "You are the one in charge, correct?"
The remaining three of Team F hung around in the background; Elijah stood with his arms crossed, eyes never ceasing to observe; Alyssa pretended to be part of the background but was really admiring all the Imperial Guard; Calvin slouched against the wall, hands in his pocket. This wasn't their battle, but they were ready to defend their own should it come to it.
Post by Markus von Wolfram on Mar 29, 2013 20:57:43 GMT -8
No sooner had he finished telling one of the younger guards that he was relieved of his post of the next few days for some much needed time off, than startling yet very familiar Germanic accent cut through the air making him visibly jump. There was only one woman in the world that could make him feel elated and terrified to see her all at the same time. Markus turned, surprise evident on his face, when a fairly strong punch connected with his stomach. He let out a slightly pained grunt as Kirsten continued her mini tirade, and was only stopped from doubling over when her hands grasped onto his face.
He touch was calming, soothing, and he hadn’t realized how much he missed it, missed having her around. Markus slipped his arms around her after a moment of hesitation and kissed her softly, forgetting for a moment where they were. ”The kids are fine, I’m fine. And I meant to tell you, honest, but I was told you were on assignment and I didn’t want to worry you… I was going to send an owl, I swear.” He knew that was weak and he highly doubted Kirsten was going to buy that but it was the truth. He had asked repeatedly where he could get a hold of her and the best he had got from the paper pushers in the department was that he could leave a message with them and they would pass it along. It had been one of the few times he had ever been truly frustrated with her promotion to field ops, not that he would ever make that frustration known to her. He was proud of her accomplishments after all, and proud of her for getting to where she was.
The sound of someone clearing their throat had the Captain taking a step back from his wife with a sheepish looking grin on his face. It was only then that he realized his wife hadn’t come to Hogwarts alone. Was this her team? As far as the Captain understood, they were a fairly young team, still working on group dynamics and such, but even then, they had made a bit of a name for themselves in the ranks. He eyed the man that was speaking to him critically, trying to get a read on him, unable to stop the slightly jealous thought that this man in front of him had probably seen more of his wife over the past few months than he had, from momentarily stealing his focus. Almost as quickly as it came, Markus pushed it aside and stepped forward to take the letter that was offered to him.
What was it with people and letters these past few days? First one from Lord Williams pretty much stating he needed to find the killer soon or he would be out of a job, and now one bearing the seal of his department. He read the letter carefully before tucking it away into the inside of his uniform jacket before offering a hand to the man. ”Yes, I’m heading the investigation here. Captain Markus von Wolfram. And you are?”
Post by Elena Fairchild on Mar 29, 2013 21:42:57 GMT -8
Devon smirked. It was enlightening to see the man married to their newest recruit. He hoped to learn a bit more of her quirks through their interactions; if anything, to better gage where she would be placed in future jobs. Ford's words were no-nonsense and straight to the point, just like his handshake. "Special Agent Devon Ford, Team F----. Over there is the rest of our team; Agent Reynolds, tactician; Agent Gardín, chameleon; and Agent Holmes." They all nodded at their names, Gardín accompanying hers with an amused smile. At a wave from their team leader, each made their way over and offered a hand as well.
Kirsten beamed at her husband, proud of her new team. A second later and her expression sobered and she leaned her forehead against his shoulder. "I would have told you where I was going and for how long if they let me. I still find it idiotic that they won't let married couples at least reassure their partners of their safety. Even if it does make sense." Her voice held whispers of sighs and punctuations of annoyance. That was about the closest she would get to pouting without actually doing so. She rolled her eyes, conveying that even though she didn't like the way things were run, they did run the world. She had tried several times to get a message out to Markus; she even tried a Patronus, but each time was met with interference, if not from the Imperium Guard, then from her team themselves. Needless to say, she was having trouble learning the importance of covert.
Kirsten's mouth melted into a smirk, before she cracked her neck and stepped back into her group. This was the persona she had to don when with them, confident, cocky, able and flexible. She still didn't meld with them completely, but she was trying, not sticking too close to anybody but not too far either, trying to mimic their stance and aura.
Ford stuck his hands into his jacket pockets and shifted his weight to one side. "So, shall we conduct a briefing out here? Or do you have somewhere else in mind?" Reynolds snorted at his leader's nonchalance and looked away, briefly snarling at a recruit who looked at him wrongly.
Post by Markus von Wolfram on Mar 31, 2013 22:18:31 GMT -8
He took each offered hand and returned the handshakes with a firm grip. At least it looked like Ford’s team (with the way the man was acting Markus pegged the man as the leader) had a wide variety of skill sets that would be useful to his investigation. With any luck he’d be able to pair each member of team F with a couple of the less experienced recruits and instill some much needed confidence in the ranks. An unfortunate side effect of working 24/7 the past month was that his mind didn’t seem to have the ability to turn itself off. Every moment of free time was being used to devise new patrols, squads, groups that would work well together; not to mention maintain a shift schedule that wouldn’t burn everyone out before the killer (yes killer; the Captain didn’t believe there was a cult involved no matter what the DADA professor thought) was caught. That being said, he almost missed what his wife had been saying, and he would have if not for the comforting feeling of her head resting on his shoulder.
”I know you would have, Kir, it’s not your fault.” His words came out in German without him realizing it and once he did he chuckled to himself. Merlin it was going to be a challenge to keep work and home life separate now that home life had invaded his place of work. He didn’t elaborate on the subject, nor did he repeat what he’d said in English; Kirsten knew quite well his thoughts on the matter and any further discussion on the topic was just asking for a rant on his part.
When Ford asked about a briefing Markus was hard pressed not to tell the man to sod off for a couple of hours. Instead, he acted very much like the Captain he was supposed to be and motioned for the team to follow him. He had a few more orders to issue before he could simply retire to his makeshift office, but the team had waited patiently so far so a few more minutes wouldn’t kill him.
After issuing orders to a couple guys to go and relieve the team up on the sixth floor and turned and walked back to a small cordoned off area next to the sleeping quarters the guards were currently using as a makeshift barracks. The office like area was small; four walls, an area large enough for a desk that was covered in letters and case files, and a couple of chairs. It was simple. Just the way Markus preferred it. He took a seat in his chair and hastily cleared off the top of the desk, moving files and letters into the desk drawer and motioned for everyone to take a seat where they could. Since they were field agents, he was sure they would be smart enough to figure out the desk could also be used as a makeshift chair.
”Alright, so brass reassigned you to me, or at least that’s what I gather from the letter,” he started, pulling said letter from his inside jacket pocket and placing it on the desk. ”Do your order come from the Department Head or someone else?” It wasn’t anything against the team and he was certain they would understand that. Markus just had to be certain they had clearance for what he was going to tell them; that, and he didn’t need any more surprises from Lord Williams.
Post by Elena Fairchild on Apr 3, 2013 22:24:59 GMT -8
At Markus's motioning, the team fell into formation; Devon at the head, flanked by Kirsten and Reynolds, with Gardín and Holmes falling to the rear. They were mostly silent, the only noise coming from Gardín's offhanded comments about the decor of the castle. Kirsten strode on, head held high, eyes taking in each part of their surroundings. Ford looked back and gave her a pointed look, to which Kirsten tried to hide back a flush and apparently failed at, as Reynolds chuckled softly under his breath and shook his head in amusement. She couldn't see, but she could feel the smirks from behind her. She knew that she would be reprimanded for her break in conduct, but she hadn't seen her husband in months. Devon and Gardín were practically sleeping with each other with their eyes, though there was never any physical evidence of the relationship. At least they didn't have to worry about missing their partner.
The room they were brought to was small, feeling a bit cramped with the six of them in there, though the team would never let on. Reynolds leaned against a corner, arms crossed, keeping everyone in the room and the door within his sights. Ford and Gardín took the chairs, Ford with his fingers steepled in front of him, Gardín with her legs crossed, lounging back slightly, mouth twitching in amusement. Kirsten and Holmes stood on either side of them, hands crossed behind their backs. Even though her posture and expression didn't change from the stiff blankness she and Holmes showed, her eyes did flicker briefly to Markus's, blinking quickly a few times.
Ford took a moment to absorb Markus's question, tapping his fingers together. How to give the Captain what he wanted but still manage to keep the secrets he needed. Tricky games. "Let's just say quite a few strings were pulled. I didn't rattle any bones from the top of the pyramid but enough favors were used. Your wife was making quite the ruckus when she found out about Hogwarts' little problem. In addition to placating her, I figured the team could use a shore leave of sorts. Mingle with the civilians, as it were, but yes. The final orders came from the Department Head." Ford spoke with an air of nonchalance, as if he couldn't care less what the words meant and the story that occurred. Kirsten had the decency to look embarrassed. To say she caused a ruckus was a general understatement. Her teammates had to physically restrain her, threaten to splinch her if she so much as tried to Apparate.
"I hope you don't mind if I send out two of my men to start mapping the castle?" Ford continued, tilting his head and smirking with his eyes. A foolish endeavor anyone could see, but it had its uses. Any form of reconnaissance would do. Those he sent out would gather the information the team needed. Information the Captain wouldn't be able to give. Besides, they were needed out there, not in here. He would share the information with the rest of his team later that afternoon.
Post by Markus von Wolfram on Apr 4, 2013 22:14:55 GMT -8
If Markus knew anything about his wife it was that she carried the temperament of her family. He hadn’t met a Kohler that worked in the Ministry, both British and German, that didn’t fly off the handle if one of their own was thought to be in danger. As hard as he tried to keep the knowing smirk off his face as Ford said Kirsten had made quite a ruckus, he couldn't. In all honestly, if their positions had been reversed he would have done the same, and as most in the ministry already knew, a Wolfram on the warpath was one Wolfram to many. The way the man went on to say he had to call in a good few favors to placate his wife did ruffle some feathers. It was as if he felt he was doing them all a great personal favor by allowing his team to be here. Stupid git. Attitude was not something Markus wanted to deal with right now.
”Actually I do mind,” Markus stated simply in response to ford’s query. ”The castle is always changing so trying to map it all out by yourselves is a waste of time and resources. We have basic maps provided by the headmaster that we have been adding to as new places are discovered, so you can feel free to use and add to those as needed.” He held up a hand and fixed them all with a hard glare to stem any objections.
”So far there have been four murders at the school. Evidence is pointing toward it being an internal affair, whoever is killing knows the school and its habits well. We have a few suspects that we are currently keeping an eye on until Anne Fernsby, Head of Internal, gets a chance to conduct interviews. I’m not going to divulge who because if one of them happens to be said killer we don’t want to tip them off. What I’d like for your group to do is head up the night shift if you think yourselves capable enough and keep a sharp eye out for anything that looks like it could be suspicious. If you could do that it would leave me free to deal with the investigation and day shift. That said, it would leave you the rest of the afternoon to set yourselves up in the barracks and get your bearings. Shifts run 12 hours, 7am to 7pm with a 1 hour overlap for shift change.”
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