The night had come. Garrett Prosper and Derek Mitnick found their way to the Sheriff's office beneath the Nox Elysium, ostensibly to discuss future opportunities. Lina's office door was open, and Fall Out Boy quietly played within, its angsty male singer crooning about songs knowing what people did in the dark.
Lina Moretti's office was strange. Two walls were covered in blackboards, one of which involved notes about a corporation known as Echelon, and one of which was marked up in shorthand about a criminal enterprise related to Hunters. The rest were covered in shorthands that would take time to decipher, but recent dates were on it. An astute individual might realize that these too were notes about investigations - just notes for Lina, as opposed to notes for public consumption. She had a rolling whiteboard stand that she could move a board onto tucked neatly into a corner by a filing cabinet and a simple oak desk with a computer on it. Wires were neatly tucked, a black clip keeping them all together so they weren't in the way. It was Work Lina, personified.
All that - next to the other half of the office, which was obviously a space for hosting in a more relaxed way. Detective movie posters from the noir era were on the wall. There was a worn black leatherette couch, a side table, and a foosball table. Still tidy, but it was definitely not the same as the other half.
Moretti was seated in her desk chair, looking at a map of the Domain with a frown on her face. She didn't look angry, more like she was concentrating. Some sort of strategizing was going on behind those lively brown eyes, and judging by the whiteboard that had been put up on the rolling stand, it might have had something to do with the Echelon issue.
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