The phone was settled back down, and the captain went back to looking at the monitor.  The room was silent for several long moments, other than the dull hum of a fan on the desk and the even duller click of the scroll button on the mouse.  Andreas was unconcerned with whatever the older man might’ve found in those fictitious files.  He’d read over and approved them all himself, so unless one of his friendly little helpers had decided to stab him in the back, everything was fine.  The odds of someone turning on him were slim, though.  He’d chosen wisely.<br/><br/>“I have to say, you don’t look old enough for all this…” the captain spoke up after a while.  It didn’t sound accusatory, though.  It was just an offhand remark.<br/><br/>“I’m older than I look.”  That drew the man’s eyes, and Andreas merely smiled for a beat before adding, “I’m thirty-one.”<br/><br/>“That puts you just past Murphy.”<br/><br/>Another bout of silence.  A more serious look crossed those aged features.  Andreas could only imagine that the captain was digging into the deeper parts of those files.  It had been deemed necessary to blur the lines between fact and fiction instead of orchestrating an entirely new identity on such short notice.  That being said, his parents being brutally murdered was all part of his past, both real and fabricated.  The one who had helped write that backstory had told him it would be important to ‘sell’ him as law enforcement.  Something about his face.  Andreas was inclined to agree, now that he’d seen several men and women who worked there.  That cute, disheveled one he’d seen on the news had to have been the most attractive thing that ever came into the building.<br/><br/>The door opened and Andreas was delighted to see that very same face.  A preemptive defense spewed forward from those lovely lips, and something inside the assassin squirmed in delight.  This was bound to be an interesting match.  The way he was eyed up made him smile.  That was a pride that was all his own, his appearance and his appeal one of the tools he used in both work and pleasure.  If this man was to be his partner, it would work to his advantage if looks alone were enough to keep the detective off his game.<br/><br/>“I don’t think I want to know,” the chief sighed in response to that greeting.<br/><br/>Andreas had to fight the urge to mention that he did.  Trouble was always more fun than behaving.  It was becoming more and more interesting to think that this was the man they wanted to assign to<i>his</i>hit.  Sinking down in one of the chairs across from the captain’s desk, the blond crossed his legs and made himself comfortable.<br/><br/>“I didn’t call you in here to chew your ass out this time, Murphy.  Meet your new partner.”  The chief motioned to Andreas, who looked pleased.<br/><br/>“Andreas Evans.  A pleasure.”<br/><br/>“Capry’s already handed over the D’loy case, and I think you’re a good fit for it.  I also think that Evans here is going to be a big help.  If he’s as good as this paperwork paints him to be, then he doesn’t need a warmup.  Just make sure he gets a tour and knows how we do things here.  Came at a damned good time…”