01-07-2015, 07:10 PM
Ivan noted that things quieted down a bit and looked away from the group to see three new arrivals to the offices. The man and the woman in back seemed like typical officers in what probably could be called department issue suits similar to his own. CDPS salaries didn't allow for extravagant wardrobes. Though he did have to admit the woman looked pretty nice in hers. Her hair was a bit lighter than he'd have liked- he was quite partial to brunettes, after all- but for all that, she was nice to look at.
But it was the older man in uniform at the front that commanded the attention. He was thin and whip like, but not in a way that suggested he'd be blown over. He walked straight backed, looking as if he was examining everything in the room with his gaze and finding things not up to snuff. This had to be the CO.
Suddenly Ivan realized that he wasn't giving the best first impression. Course, he wasn't really sure what he was supposed to be doing. No one here knew anything really, except that Captain Drayson had put their team together. What it was for, who the CO was, the ranking structure, protocols, and everything else was all pretty much unknown. There was a doctor on the team, for what he didn't know.
Still, for all that they all had excuses, he felt like a kid when he had been caught by his pops lazing around when he should've been doing chores or something.
So of course, the man opened his mouth and confirmed Ivan's feelings with a simple observation. Good job, dumbass! But there was nothing for it but to go on. Drayson was a good cop, so he at least had some hope that the guy he'd put in charge was not some desk jockey mindless pencil pusher who let protocol get in the way of actual police work.
The man conversed with the cute doctor for a moment and then Ivan plunged in. They needed to know, after all. "Welcome, sir. Sergeant Sarkozy."
He gestured to include the rest of them. "We're all honored to have been chosen. But we've been talking about this new team, wondering what Domovoi's about."
But it was the older man in uniform at the front that commanded the attention. He was thin and whip like, but not in a way that suggested he'd be blown over. He walked straight backed, looking as if he was examining everything in the room with his gaze and finding things not up to snuff. This had to be the CO.
Suddenly Ivan realized that he wasn't giving the best first impression. Course, he wasn't really sure what he was supposed to be doing. No one here knew anything really, except that Captain Drayson had put their team together. What it was for, who the CO was, the ranking structure, protocols, and everything else was all pretty much unknown. There was a doctor on the team, for what he didn't know.
Still, for all that they all had excuses, he felt like a kid when he had been caught by his pops lazing around when he should've been doing chores or something.
So of course, the man opened his mouth and confirmed Ivan's feelings with a simple observation. Good job, dumbass! But there was nothing for it but to go on. Drayson was a good cop, so he at least had some hope that the guy he'd put in charge was not some desk jockey mindless pencil pusher who let protocol get in the way of actual police work.
The man conversed with the cute doctor for a moment and then Ivan plunged in. They needed to know, after all. "Welcome, sir. Sergeant Sarkozy."
He gestured to include the rest of them. "We're all honored to have been chosen. But we've been talking about this new team, wondering what Domovoi's about."