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September 2014
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A Chance Meeting || Max & Evan

agent-maxporter:

Max followed Evan, rolling his eyes at the man’s clear disinterest in what he had to say. This was the problem with the rest of the agency. No one wanted to listen and no one wanted to cooperate. If things kept up like this then their entire mission was going to flop and he couldn’t figure out why no one else seemed to see it. 

Once he took a seat in the office he cleared his throat. “I’ve been working on a young woman in the building named Rachel Teer. I think she knows something. She had a pretty strange experience at that damned retreat we were subjected to and it seems to have spooked her. But the way she talks, I just get the impression that there’s something there that she isn’t telling, might even be afraid to tell.” 

He paused and let that sink in. “Either she’s a Second Generation herself, or she knows about them. It’s the only real explanation for her behavior. I think it might be time that we bring her in for a formal interview. Even if she doesn’t want to give up the information I’m sure you can get your hands on something to help her loosen up her tongue and forget it ever happened after of course if it proves to be a dead end.”

At the sound of Rachel’s name, Evan glanced at the man. Evan couldn’t very well tell Max what he’d been thinking when it came to Rachel. There are things that he’d figured out long ago when it came to her, but that didn’t mean that he had everything figured out. That was part of why he kept treating Rachel so nicely. She trusted him, thought he was a nice person, and if he could continue that reputation with her, it could possibly turn into something he could use to his advantage.

"Rachel… hmm." Evan thought about what Max had said some more and then leaned in towards him. "I’m sure that there’s something that could be done about that." He replied. "All the same, I suppose that’s as good a start as any. I’ll take care of finding out what I can do in order to get some information from her. Maybe I could convince her to meet with me one-on-one again, as we did once before."

With that being said, his eyes glanced down to where his own hands were clasped in front of him. Surely there had to be something else, and that Max hadn’t asked to speak to him because of that one thing. “Is there anything else that you have to tell me that could be equally interesting, if not moreso?”

September 2014
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Important Plans || Florence & Evan

florencedevlin:

She smirked and rolled her eyes again. “Then that,” she pointed to his watch, “must be wrong.” She liked Evan because he wasn’t afraid of her. Whatever she shot at him, he’d throw it right back. That was why they worked so well together.

Pulling out her own files, she rested her elbows on the table and listened quietly. She glanced down and nodded, thinking for a moment. “Off the top of my head? No. But I agree that we need to get started on this project. Do you have any ideas? You’re very right that we need them. Otherwise we will never survive.”

Letting her comment on his watch go with merely a smirk, Evan listened to her speak about the plans to start on the project to get Second Generation on their side. Florence had no ideas, and this meant they would need to think up any and all possibilities and then narrow it down to the best possible option, the one that would allow them to succeed. At this moment it wasn’t looking like they could, or would, but he was  determined sort so it was never impossible.

Evan leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment. “I’m thinking there are only two ways to make the Second Generation follow our lead. Either they trust us enough to want to help our cause, or they fear us so much that they are forced to give their allegiance to us. Although I’m always a fan of having people fear me, I’m thinking that may not work out completely in our favor because as soon as they feel that the other side is the better and stronger option, they’ll jump ship. That being said, I’m not sure how many people can change their opinion of me enough to trust me enough.” 

September 2014
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Important Plans || Florence & Evan

florencedevlin:

Florence had decided to take a day off from the magazine for a change. It was slowly beginning to consume her life, and as much as she loved it, she had more important work to do. She had arranged to meet Evan in their usual place, hoping to be able to formulate a plan for the Second Generation project. They needed to start getting the Second Generation on their side.

Stepping into the building, she hurried up to the office they usually met in and closed the door, leaving it open a crack. She sat down at the table and flipped through a magazine that she’d left last time, waiting for Evan to arrive. Looking up at the sound of his voice, she smiled and rolled her eyes. “Took you long enough to get here. We agreed to meet twenty minutes ago.”

At her comment, Evan glanced down at his watch as he shut the door behind him. “According to this I’m right on time. Of course, in the life of Florence, I suppose twenty minutes early is actually on time for you.” He smirked, and unbuttoned his tailored suit jacked before having a seat across from her. Most people would have been deterred, or thrown off balance by her comment, and the tone in which she said it, but Evan was not a weak man. He had more confidence than what was generally necessary for a person, and her comment didn’t even make him think twice. 

It took Evan no time, to pull out the few files that he had on him. “So, I suppose we should jump right into it. We’re both in agreement that we need to get the ball rolling on this project, or else it’s going to be too late. Do you have any ideas off the top of your head for ways to try and convince the Second Generations to side with our cause instead of running to take the side of the others? Without them we’ll have absolutely no chance in succeeding, so whatever our plan is, we’ll need to make it a strong selling point.”

September 2014
07
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A Chance Meeting || Max & Evan

agent-maxporter:

Max pushed back from his desk and walked over to the door of his small office. He watched as the rest of the publishing company ran around, busying themselves with their day to day work. He hated it, being stuck in here having to work two jobs at the same time. But he never voiced his complaints and for both of his employers he was the the model employee.

Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he grabbed his phone and shut the door behind him, needing to get out of Imprint for a few hours. He took the elevator up a few floors to what many thought was the first level of residential housing but in fact was the government headquarters. He went straight for the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer. 

"Shit." He took a step back and shook some of the beer off of his hand that spilled when he walked into Evan. He hated running into the other man, hated having to report all of his work to him but he would try his damnedest not to show it. "Well, there’s a few things I could go over with you."

Much to his disappointment, when Max stated that there were a few things that he could discuss with Evan, there was an internal cringe at the thought. Perfect, now I’ll have to sit and listen to the unimportant ramblings of this one. ”Fine, but I hope that whatever it is that you have to speak to me about is worth my time. I want facts, or almost certain hunches. I don’t just want another story about how someone thinks they may have figured something out, but have no reasons to back them up.” 

Evan had heard far too many people try to discuss their supposed ideas, only to have everything come up in a dead end. He didn’t want action on ideas to amount to nothing. He wanted to find out more, he wanted plans to move forward. Pushing aside his annoyance, he gestured to Max to follow Evan toward his office. Once there, Evan pushed the door open and set his things down, seating himself in his chair, motioning for Max to take an empty seat.

Once both of the men were seated, he leaned forward resting his arms on the desk. “Now, tell me. What have you got for me?” He asked. With the way his day had gone so far, he was feeling as though this may not turn out to be a fruitful conversation, but somewhere deep down he was hoping to be proven wrong. Wouldn’t it be interesting if whatever Max said turned out to be some news of value.

September 2014
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September 2014
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Important Plans || Florence & Evan

Today was supposed to be a “free” day for Evan. Unlike most people’s free days, Evan knew that his days would never be completely void of something. Every single day of his life he had devoted to something that required work, and today was certainly no different. He was headed to meet with Florence, and hopefully they would start to piece together a plan that would set things in motion. Truth be told he wasn’t sure what they would discuss exactly, but he was more than willing to bring up some ideas, even if they were bad ones. At least that would be one step closer to his goal.

Once Evan stepped into the building, he made his way for the office he knew he could find Florence in. The whole while that he walked through the office, his mind was strategizing over all sorts of potential ideas. Coming to a stop in front of a door, he peered in the open crack of space provided by the door not being fully closed, and found Florence on the other side. With a knock, he didn’t wait to be called into the room, but simply pushed the door open, and then shut it behind himself with a sly smile on his face. “Fancy meeting you here.” He commented jokingly.

September 2014
05

A Chance Meeting || Max & Evan

After a long day of working hard, and ensuring that people actually accomplished their work in a manner that would only have a successful outcome, Evan made his way to the familiar location where he and the rest of his government kind could meet. Annoyed by some meetings with one or two seemingly inept associates of Advent X, he was looking for something that could possibly turn his day around. Evan was hoping for news, or something that could take him in an entirely new direction. He had never been one to be the stagnant type. When he had an idea, vision, or goal, he wanted to see the outcome and never settled until that task was complete.

Once in the building, Evan looked around to see if there were any familiar faces that he wanted to speak with. As he turned a corner he nearly ran into another person. Evan froze, unwilling to step aside for any person, but forming a human barricade. Raising an eyebrow curiously, his eyes set on the man before him, “Max.” He acknowledged in a low tone. “I haven’t seen you lately.”

If he were any other man Evan would have opened up with some conversational tone. However, with his mood already deteriorated, and his mind set on finding something useful to do with his time here he hadn’t particularly been in a charming sort of mood. In the very brief moment that the two stood there, his eyes took in Max’s appearance. “I suppose I should be getting busy, unless you would like to speak to me.” His mind was in a million other places, wondering about other things, as he acted as though he were interested in the man’s response.

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To New Acquaintances || Andrea & Evan

andrea-clark:

Andrea pulled her drink closer as she waited for his response. She smiled as she noticed him artfully dodging the question. Interesting. Ever since her eyes have been opened to the world around her, Andrea found herself becoming more suspicious of strangers. She also knew, however, that they were surrounded by people in Vincent’s bar of all places. In her mind, there was nothing to fear.

"Never-ending responsibilities? That sounds taxing. No wonder you are out for a drink." Andrea smirked as she brought the glass to her lips, taking a sip before answering him. "I’m a scientist. A geneticist specifically. Nothing too interesting, but surprisingly long hours spent hunched over a lab bench." She pulled her shoulders back and chuckled. "Luckily, it hasn’t effected my posture yet."

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Evan was always careful with the information that he gave, and he knew he wasn’t the only person that ever got suspicious of other people. He was a paranoid man, but he still wouldn’t give unnecessary information over, the things that needed to remain hidden, those were for him to know. That didn’t mean that he couldn’t act friendly in order to make acquaintances with people that he knew would inevitably need, or could need for various different things.

With a casual shrug he replied. “Sometimes responsibility can be taxing, but to be honest I enjoy it more often than not. I like staying busy.” Her reply caused another smile, and a small laugh to escape him. “It would truly be a shame if those long hours hunched over effected your posture. Glad to see that it’s not taking a toll on you yet.” She was an attractive woman, after all, and what he had said wasn’t a lie. “Do you come here often? I’m wondering why I haven’t run into you before today. Perhaps I’ve just had terrible luck.”