<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">Alexandra Silverman - The Director</div></span><br/><br/>Los Angeles, California<br/>The Abandoned Warehouse<br/><br/>Alexandra had to admit she felt somewhat ashamed of herself for just leaving like she had. It wasn’t really what one would expect from the director of an agency like theirs, she thought to herself. Then again, they were sitting there and discussing her father’s death. It would take someone pretty strong or heartless not to be devastated and off their rocker after that. So, maybe stepping out had been a wise decision, after all.<br/><br/>She was glad that people seemed to be doing their best to behave appropriately. They seemed to be doing their best to keep a normal behavior, and at the same time being respectful of her feelings. It was, to be honest, much more than Alexandra had expected - not because she didn’t trust everyone in the Agency, but because she had, by principle, the preference for not expecting much from others. <br/><br/>While everyone got busy in one way or another, inside her late father’s office, Alexandra was starting to calm down. It was an easier task when she thought that nobody really expected her to be completely in charge all of a sudden. She was learning, and everyone seemed to understand that. It was a good thing, and Alexandra would have to keep herself in check and not demand more of herself than she could offer right now. <br/><br/>Of course, hearing James comment on rousing speeches, strangely enough, did help lighten her mood. It almost made her want to make a really vehement speech, filled with complete nonsense. Maybe she should do one just for him, later. She didn’t know the kid as well as she would like, but Alexandra knew that her father really liked James, so she was willing to take him under her wing now, as Silverman had done. And maybe to push him a little harder than her father had. Maybe due to being closer to James in age, Alexandra didn’t feel like treating him like a child. She planned on sparing him of a few things, but also on allowing him more than her father had.<br/><br/>Feeling a bit more comfortable and relaxed, Alexandra stepped back in. She couldn’t spend the rest of the night outside, after all. She had come to start working on the case, and that’s what she would do. Once she got in, Alexandra took a look around the room, and then to the papers that were probably related to her father’s case. <br/><br/>The one paper that caught her eye was one that she recognized as an autopsy report. Thinking that it was her father’s autopsy report made Alexandra feel slightly sick to her stomach. There was no avoiding the facts, though, so she walked slowly up to it. Alexandra hesitated just a little, before picking it up carefully. She would walk up to her father’s chair and sit down, starting to read quickly. The expression in her normally neutral eyes turned ice cold, and a muscle contracted on her jawline. It was a sign that she was furious, for those who knew her well or were good at picking up body language clues.<br/><br/>“Tommy, do you mind?”, Alexandra asked, offering her old friend the paper she had just been reading. “I would like to discuss these… <span style="font-style: italic">findings</span>, if you don’t mind”.<br/><br/>She turned to Carol when she said she would ask around. “This would be perfect, thank you”, she replied. Her father used to say that the streets were the best source of information, and she was pretty sure that, if there was something to discover, someone out there would know it.</div>