Duko was glad that Meya had at least cooled down a little bit since he walked in the door. Sure, the first impression is usually a lasting one, but there was more to her than the first few moments he had walked in. She was very guarded, but it seemed like the root of it was respect. No one actually gave her the respect of a fellow agent, and deep down, it hurt her. Duko figured almost everyone was jealous of her tactics and connections. He had read enough of her file to know that she had come from a life of crime, and that would never be removed from her current way of life. She was usually assigned to the bigger cases because she knew how people operated. She knew their rank structures, and even a few underlings that would help her for a small favor, of which was generally looked at with a blind eye. Her sources were generally effective, and the favors were often well worth the price of catching the criminals that were far from the norm. Some agents, himself included, realized that crime is an unstoppable force. The best that they could do was to eliminate those who posed a real threat to the current monotony of the day in, day out routine. The local police could handle the petty stuff, and the FBI would handle anything higher.<br/><br/>Duko stood up as Meya flipped over to the filing cabinet and stared in awe as she managed to climb around, push the filing cabinet over, picking a lock with a bobby pin. By the looks of it, the door was rather old, and could probably be picked by half of the agents he knew. No one could do it with such speed and grace as she did right then. In all of his admiration, he lost focus, and snapped back into reality as she asked him the simple question. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Time to get out of here then." He quickly walked through the door behind the fallen cabinet, and jogging a few steps to catch up. When possible, he walked side by side with her, keeping to her left side, as if he was an agent of lower rank. Technically, he was of higher rank. Today, he was assigned to be her partner, so he took the initiative to give her the proper respect as she was the one receiving a partner, not assigned to one. Some people wouldn't understand his logic, nor did he expect them to. But it was logic like this that maintained a proper working relationship with those he worked with. That, and it usually kept the egotistical ones appeased.<br/><br/>After a few moments of walking and acting like they had just walked from another hallway instead of an interrogation room's secret door, Duko was unsure of their next step. "So, Meya, what do we do next? It's not quite time to clock out, but I wasn't told of anything else to do for the day. And I'm guessing we probably shouldn't be anywhere near here when they try to think someone escaped an interrogation room. Head out before a lock out?"<br/><br/>He wasn't the leader of the pair. She knew much more than he did, and wasn't afraid to admit it. Now to see where her skills took them next.