<b>Name Of Character: Marty Gibson<br/>
Date and time: </b>Monday 16th July, 0730 -> 0750<br/><b>Location: His office at UPD<br/>
With whom: </b>Duty Dispatcher, -> Detective Lieutenant Kishimoto<br/><b>Trigger warnings: Respectable behavior<br/>
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</div>Marty rubbed his eyes and blinked hard against the morning light as it began to stretch and creep across the bland blue-grey carpet of his equally bland office right into his eyes threatening to pull him out of his intense scrutiny of the data that flickered lively across his computer screen. He'd come in early, despite telling himself he didn't really need to, the lab could analyze the numbers just as well as he could, there was no big heist bust on the horizon, nor did it win him any perks. His retirement watch wouldn't come with diamond inlays or an eel skin band just because he did more hours. Ron had kindly reminded him of that, as well, but still, Marty was a creature of habit and he was an old dog who'd done the same tricks for decades. It wouldn't be easy to pry him away from them.<br/>
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Anycorp International was up and working early, too, and it would always be the case of the earlier bird getting the worm, and Marty had been chirping his song since a little past 4 a.m. It was paying off. He was getting account transfer data that would start linking stubborn, disjointed facts together, and three months of monitoring and analyzing would start paying off. He watched as the data scrolled and grabbed bits and pieces of it to file away for later review. He was deep in his zone and hardly noticed as the day shift trickled in to replace the tired night shift. Some waved through his office window as they passed by, commenting on how he had an address other than his office. He made the occasional friendly dry comment but didn't pause for much small talk. That was until Debra Holden ducked in offering a cup of fresh hot coffee from the barista just a few doors down.<br/>
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"How did I know you'd be here, Marty?" she smiled in greeting and held the cup out in offering.</b><br/>"Because I'm always here, Miss Holden, but soon there'll be a day when this office goes to someone else." he tucked his head down so he could look at her over his reading glasses.<br/><br/>"Soon?" she chuckled. "Like another ten years soon?"<br/><br/>Marty was about to protest her jesting comment when the alert went off on his service phone and he was left open-mouthed as he swiftly switched gears, pleasantries forgotten and picked up the phone to view the alert. He looked to Debra apologetically and she waved him off to not think anything of it before continuing on her way to the reception. There was no hesitation as he hit the callback command.<br/><br/>"Detective Gibson en route to scene from UPD. ETA ten to twenty minutes," his words were abrupt and to the point while he slipped on his suit jacket and clipped his badge to his belt. Snatching up the fresh cup of coffee Debra had brought him, he headed out leaving his office locked while the data continued to run on his computers. He'd review it all later and probably not get home until well after dinner.<br/><br/>He arrived on the scene shortly after the lieutenant and approached to join him. The lieutenant was fifteen years younger, but Marty had pegged him for the real deal from the start. Kishimoto had the know-how and where-with-all to really get a job done and didn't put up with nonsense and tomfoolery on a case. Marty respected him for it; liked him for it, and was glad to see he'd be the man on point for this homicide. Other than a cordial nod to the lieutenant, Marty stayed casual and quiet until information, and the other detectives arrived.