Dealings

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Trey would nod to the agent as he leaves, watching for a moment before he'd stand himself. He'd look away, yawning, before looking back to Jericho. "Again, I can't thank you enough for helping us like this." After that, he'd say goodnight to him and head back to the room they assigned for them.

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The agents would eventually find a spot across the road on the north side, a room situated about three rooms left of directly in front of the entrance on the third floor, giving them a view of much of the compound while also letting them watch the entrance. They just couldn't see directly behind the large compound walls.

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They'd set up in there, Jerucho and the agent from yesterday, wearing casual clothing with Trey with them. The agent was back away from the window, behind a desk. They'd be watching the entrance, with the agent operating a hidden camera to record and watch everyone who went through and capture their face. Jericho was standing to the side, watching the gate with crossed arms, just staring out the side of the window, looking bored. His hair and features were stylized to prevent him from being easily recognized.

"Anything?"

"Not yet." Jericho said.

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Trey would have a hoodie on, a deep blue in color, over top of his casual clothes so he could hide his identity if he must.

"Shift changes should occur in about..." He'd look up at the clock on the wall. "Twenty minutes. Maybe then you'll see more workers and less just random people."

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They'd sit for a bit, and stare down at the gate, still waiting to see the faces. They have little to really render in the way of words for the duration. One is hyperfocused, the other is just staring blankly off into space until something happens.

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The shift change would come, several of the younger officers showing up and heading in through the front quickly. Some would head right inside, some others would remain outside for a bit, obviously waiting for the clock to strike the time they're required to go in. Then the older officers would show up.

They'd trickle in one-by-one, though there wouldn't be many. Seems like the late shift is mainly the newer officers. A couple vehicles would pull in and park, other vehicles just stopping in front and dropping off. Eventually two officers would get out of one vehicle, the two of them matching the vague description they had.

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The man snaps a few pictures of both when Jericho points them out, and they would make sure they snap as many pictures as they can before they would then close the blinds and begin to pack their stuff up. Stretching out, Jericho rolls his hips a bit, and then leans back, as the other guy would put the camera away in a suitcase and then zip up his coat. Jericho adjusts his tie. Then they look to Trey.
"Ready to go? We need to develop these photos."

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Trey would stare at the two, looking them over and memorizing them both. He'd finally turn back to them as he heard them taking their equipment apart. "Those were Sergeant Jackson and Sergeant Derinmacallis. I can only assume the others were working day shifts today."

He'd watch them finish up before nodding to them. "Yeah, I'm good."

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They'd all head back to the station. 
Developing the photos took a bit of time, they got food and ran some errands for the most part in the meantime, leaving Trey or bringing him with depending on what he decided to do. Now they're all sitting in a room, the photos hang on the wall via thumbtacks and a few are on the table. 

"Alright. What do you know about them?" Jericho asks Trey as he sets his cup down, other hand lightly toying with a small bubble-fox quill, rolling the thine purple spine between his fingers, it flexing but never seeming to break despite the bending, returning to its original shape each time. 

"I figure you gotta know something."

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Trey would nod, pointing to the first person.

"This is Sergeant Joseph Jackson, he is an immigrant from the Kingdom of Luclistan that moved here just after the Great War. He's an okay dude, but not the greatest. Wicked sense of humor, and I mean wicked. He has a wife, though their only child was killed in an accident just a few months back. He's never told anyone any more personal information after that point, so I don't know much beyond that."

He'd point to the second person.

"Sergeant Philip Derinmacallis, been in the police force longer than I've been alive. He's divorced, having married three times, and he has five kids. Generally quiet when he's working, though has a short temper fuse. He doesn't usually have much to say if you talk to him when he's not pissed. He's unable to move up further in rank because of his habits, and he himself has a criminal record."

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They would both nod, the two of them writing this all down in their own notepads, comparing briefly, and then setting them down to look at Trey.

"Should we ask them politely about all of this and their involvement, or are we going to have to get our hands dirty in some manner?" They'd ask him. "We wanna avoid the route of tying them up to a chair and waterboarding them if such is actually possible."