The office was painted grey, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which faced the main road. On the grey desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight. In a corner, the air conditioner was blasting at medium, and there was a swivel chair in the middle of the office. A bookshelf, bursting with books was in a corner, with yet another stack of papers under a paperweight that was shaped to look like a tuft of grass. A few pens were lying on the papers, but some had fallen onto the top of the bookshelf.<br/><br/>Bryan was the last person to leave the office once again. He sat at his corner desk, the clock was slowly moving towards midnight. A cup of warm coffee steaming next to his fingers tapping against the keyboard. His glasses reflected the light of the computer monitor, showing several crime journals the detective was puzzling together. Looking at grizzly killings became a daily routine for him. Cases that seemed like a dead-end.<br/><br/>It didn't take long before his concentration was broken, as his phone started to buzz. As he flipped the phone open, he only received a street name and a short-text that he was needed on site. Before he stood up, he took a shot of the coffee mug on the table, before he took off the suit jacket that hung behind his chair, giving it a firm shake before he stepped outside the Bureau building.<br/><br/>......<br/><br/>Bryan took a black SUV downtown, but as he was reaching his destination, he was practically blocked on the road by news reporters, civilians, and police officers containing the situation. The Detective exited the car, parking it in front of a News Van as he was quickly approached by a Police Officer.<br/><br/>"Give me the sitrep," Bryan spoke firmly before he walked past two officers and walked under the yellow barricade tape. Officer Lee followed Bryan before she started to explain what was going on. "It is a hostage situation, sir. We don't know the whole story, but they are keeping the workers of E-Corp hostage. The hostage-takers only made one demand, that is, if we make a hostile action, they will start to kill off the hostages."<br/><br/>He stopped for a moment as she looked towards the massive office building. E-Corp. One of America's largest pharmaceutical companies. Mostly known for their grown-breaking genetics research and treatment of cancer cells. They have also been under a lot of media heat from supposed human experimentations in China and Peru. All swept under the blanket by a team of overpaid lawyers.<br/><br/>The Detective stopped by the barricade overlooking the entrance. He couldn't see anything from where he was standing as the criminals had blackened out the windows. It was impossible for him to tell how well armed they are, and where the hostages are kept.<br/><br/>"Well then... all we can do is wait," Bryan spoke towards Officer Lee who looked at him surprised. A smug grin could be seen on his face. "Don't worry.<b><i>She</i></b>will come."<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1536" data-username="@RoseyProsey" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1536/">@RoseyProsey</a>