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[oz_dg]

Who: Wyatt & Whoever
Where: Wyatt's Office
When: January 26th,  8:00 pm
What: Unsettling discovery.

On top of Wyatt's not so organized desk, taped to the very front of any paperwork was an article with a note attached, one that simply read.
'We have problems.'

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[w_cain]

Cain entered his office and found DG at his desk. She was frowning, the little 'I want' line between her brows showing.

"What's wrong darlin'?" He silently prayed she hadn't found what was in the back of the top left hand drawer. I was locked, but...

He came around to stand beside her and looked down.

"Oh. I think we should bring your mother's friend in and ask her a few questions. Would you mind being in the observation room? I need to know if there's magic... say a glamour involved."

But there was no way he wanted DG in the same room. There would be guards with her. They might be dealing with Zero's fae. She had used glamours on herself and Zero.

[oz_dg]

"I'm not sure," She admitted as her eyes turned upwards towards him before glancing down at the pictures, it was too much alike to be a coincidence of look alike, too much. Especially with the article saying that Andromache was a skilled fighter.

With a nod of her head she glanced up at him, "Sure. When do you want to ask some questions?" DG had stood up by now, glancing down at the two pictures curiously, all thoughts of pouncing on him gone. This was a little more important then having an intimate moment on his desk. Just a little.

[w_cain]

"Two hours," Cain responded. "An hour to find her and bring her to interrogation, and an hour to stew alone in the room."

It made people nervous, the waiting and uncertainty. They were more likely to slip up.

"I also want to know who found this out and left it here." Wyatt tapped a blunt finger on the article.

He'd ask Dave first. But Dave was more likely to find him and deliver it personally. More likely it was a blue flamer showing initiative and wanting to further their career. Of course it could be someone just loyal to the crown.

"Until we know that, this could be a set up. In that case I want to know why."

[oz_dg]

She nodded her head before standing up, giving him a quick kiss against his lips. "I have to go tell Toto that we'll reschedule his class." With that she slipped out of the room and walked quickly in the direction she needed to be, this was more important, figuring out who she really was.

[assassination_j]

They had caught her just as she'd left the training room after her personal session with herself, demanding that she follow them and comply or they'd use force. It was an interesting spot to be in, considering all things, but she had allowed them to think they had 'intimidated her' into cooperation. After a short walk she was placed into a room and left alone with a small light. Her fingers were folded together and placed on the table that she sat at, eyes on a spot on the table, seemingly lost in her thought as she waited for whoever it was that was going to interrogate her.

[w_cain]

About an hour later Wyatt entered the room, alone. There were guards outside, of course. She was dangerous. He'd even left his pistols outside, to make two less weapons.

He held a folder in his hand and sat down opposite Andromache. He turned the folder to face her direction and opened it, revealing the information dropped on his desk, and verified through some phone calls.

"Care to explain this?" He lifted his scarred eyebrow.

He knew DG was behind the two way mirror, feeling for illusions or magic.

He pulled a small metal ball, the size of a BB out of his vest pocket and rolled it across the table. "Catch."

Fae had a bad allergic reaction or iron. It burnt them. Raw iron was the worst. They reacted as if it were a hot poker or a brand.

[oz_dg]

He'd entered into the room by himself, and for half a second she wasn't sure if she wanted to hit him upside the head for that, or if she knew that it was a good idea. It wasn't that she was really scared, so much as nervous. What if this really was the Fae, could she so easily sneak into the castle and play them all? With her eyes closed in deep concentration she pushed her magic out attempting to feel for any other signs of a magic user, but felt nothing. Nothing magical at least.

It was a different sensation she got from this Jane, or Andromache, whatever her name was. How to explain it though? DG felt no glamours over her body, or on her face and she couldn't sense any of the magical essence that Toto had told her and Azkadellia how to feel for. None of that, but it was a different sort of wave that she was projecting.

[assassination_j]

When he did finally enter the room she made no movement in her chair, not to signal that she had heard him or otherwise, simply continued to look at something or another on the table. Until he sat down in front of her. Her eyes raised towards him, catching sight of the folder and she almost felt the grin forming on her face.

"Hm." Was her only reply as she glanced down at the open folder, her obituary staring her in the face as well as an image clearly taken during a training session with Jeb. As the small object came towards her, a hand shot up and grabbed it out of the air, her eyes not once lifting to follow its projected path.

Placing it back down on the table she pushed it towards him, still glancing at the images. "If you think I'm a Fae, you have much more research to do."

[w_cain]

He was disappointed when the woman, whomever she was, caught the ball without any discomfort. She seemed to have an awareness of her surroundings enough to use her periphery vision.

"Well, we have a problem with a female fey who tends to use glamors to disguise herself. It was something that had to be tested."

Cain watched her. She didn't appear at all discomforted or nervous about this.

"And don't worry. Research is being done. You might understand how we have a problem leaving a dead woman anywhere near the royal family.

What I want to know is who you really are and who you work for."

[oz_dg]

DG blinked a couple of times as the object was caught without her eyes ever lifting off of the table, she was sure that not everyone could do that with such ease, but then again not everyone was as much of a klutz as she was. That counted for a lot. When she finally decided that there happened to be no glamours on this Jane - Andromache, whichever she actually went by, she offered two taps on the glass.

After all, everyone knew what that sort of glass meant, someone was on the other side watching. You'd have to be pretty daft not to know that little bit of information, right? In any case, he should remember that one meant something was up, and two meant that it was okay.