[spoiler]Thanks to Morph for spagging this with me!
Veilstone City, chronologically concurrent to the IDPD raid.
It's another miserable day in Veilstone City (though what day here isn't miserable anymore?). It was overcast and wet, streets still filled with puddles from the day before, and the streets were pretty bare even before the mandated curfew was called.
Though one figure stands out against the monotony of the city. A vivacious figure in lavish reds with long, honey-blonde hair stands across the street from the Veilstone Interpol HQ, eyeing the doors with mismatched irises.
Freyja: -Stretching and yawning in an exaggerated fashion- Well! We finally made it here to Veilstone, aaaaaalll the way from Kalos~! Haven't we girls?
She looks to the Pokemon flanking each side of her. One, a Jynx with a very unusual sense of style, sneers and spits in the direction of the police headquarters. The other, a Bisharp, merely stands and stares at the building. Never taking her eyes off it.
Jynx: <Nyerrh... I still don't like dis idea, Frey. They're cawps. You should kno' by now that ya' can't trust cawps, dear.>
The Jynx grumbles and folds her arms.
Jynx: <Plus I don' like the guy in chawge. Don' trust him. He doesn't seem like he's doin' dis from the goodness of his hawrt, Frey.>
The Jynx's trainer sighs slightly as she lightly pets the top of her Jynx's messy beehive.
Freyja: I know, Scarlet. But ""The Director"" is the only guy who could help me out at the moment, loathe I am to admit it. He's got the resources, I don't. I don't even think a fool like Luciano Cain would have the resources that I require...
She looks over to the Bisharp, who still hasn't moved from her position.
Freyja: What do you think? Rust~❤?
The Bisharp doesn't move. She just makes a few, slight, groaning and grumbling noises.
Freyja: Exactly. So c'mon Scar'~❤ The quicker we talk, the quicker it'll be overt won't it~❤?
Scarlet: -Sighing- <Whateva' lov', you do you. Let's just get dis' ova' with...>
The young woman and her loyal Pokemon storm towards the Interpol HQ, pushing their way up the stairs and towards the front door which is guarded by a familiar set of Interpol entrance guards. One of them, whose right hand is in a cast, is animatedly complaining at the other, who appears to be totally disassociating.
Guard A: ...I’m telling you, man, it was totally unprovoked! She broke my fucking fingers! I should sue, or get workman’s comp, or some shit like that.
Guard 1: Workman’s comp? We haven’t been paid overtime for three months.
Guard A: Which is also an infringement on my civil rights.
Guard 1: ...The region’s under martial law.
Guard A: Right, so when the civil courts do come back, that smart-mouthed space-cop Captain is gonna have hell to-
He trails off upon noticing the young woman approaching, before picking his jaw off the floor and resuming speaking.
Guard A: ...Hello, beautiful. Not that I’m complaining, but are you sure you’ve got the right place? The Game Corner’s on the other side of town.
Freyja giggles and places a finger on her red painted lips, going along with the Guard's insinuations and deliberately plays up both the role he assigned to her and her Kalosien accent.
Freyja: Oh non non non monsieur~ I'm exactly where I want to be, cheri. You see~ I have an... ahh... appointment, lets say, with one of the high ranking officers currently stationed at this building. So could you be a darling and let me in, s'il vous plait~❤?
The guard smirks.
Guard A: Sorry, there’s an entry toll. Hard times, y’know? But I might be willing to waive the fee in exchange for an “appointment” of my own…
Freyja giggles along, before she suddenly pulls the man forward with her psychic abilities, smacks him hard square in the back with her elbow, pulls out a gun from a hostler obscured by the tatty red coat she wears like a cape and shoves the barrel of the gun into the open, gasping mouth of the guard she just knocked the wind out of.
Freyja: -With a sinister smile, showing off her pointed teeth- Do you know what I feel when I kill a man at the end of this gun, monsieur?
The guard, for some reason, cannot move anything. It's as if his whole body has been fastened into place. Knowing he can't respond, she sniggers as she leans closer to him, whispering into his ear.
The other guard takes a step back and raises his hands nervously.
Guard 1: ...M-ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to put the g-gun down. Otherwise I… we’re g-gonna have to-
???: It’s alright.
The Director’s vocoded voice cuts through the air as he emerges from the doorway, looking over the scene before him. Freyja looks up at the director with a childish pout and pulls the trigger anyway.
The dignified air of the sultry Kalosian woman is completely destroyed by the dying Mightyena cackle that bursts out of her as she withdraws the barrel of the gun from the guards mouth and unpins him.
Freyja: The gun wasn't even loaded! Hah! The look on you guys faces was priceless! It's good to know that not even the oldest tricks in the book haven't worn out their welcome~!
The dignity of the guard is also destroyed, though in this case it’s because of the rapidly growing dark patch on his trousers. The Director, however, seems unperturbed.
The Director: More evidence that we need refresher courses on conventional weaponry. I have requested the additional funds required for such training several times now. Regardless… Freyja, walk with me?
The lady in red tilts her head and places her hands on her hip, showing off the sheen of her hoop earrings (with their silver and rainbow feathers hanging in the center).
Freyja: Well, you are the boss here, so lead the way~ -Whistles- Girls~?
The Jynx and Bisharp make their way to their trainer's side, though the Bisharp ends up "accidentally" walking over the undignified guard's hand on the her way there.
Guard A: A-ack…!
Freyja: Let's go~
The three begin to follow The Director, with the Jynx complimenting her trainer on how thoroughly she "showed 'im right", before Freyja turns her head around to look at the disgraced guard once more.
Freyja: Also. One more thing...
The other guard just stands back and watches as his companion looks weakly up at Freyja.
Freyja: An appointment? With me? On your pay? Oh honey, you'd be lucky to afford a 15 minute talking session with me. Let alone anything more serious. I don't mess with men with salaries lower than seven figures. So keep on dreaming, dollface~❤
Getting in her last laugh, she idly waves at the two as she follows the Director into the Veilstone Interpol HQ. Eyes follow the pair as they go, recoiling from the woman and staring curiously at the Director accommodating her, which causes Freyja to smirk as she observes the place. This continues until they step into the elevator. The moment the door closes, the Director lowers his voice and hisses at her.
The Director: What are you doing here?
Freyja, almost unflappably, turns to the Director with half lidded eyes.
Freyja: Hmm? Oh, you weren't being all too responsive on my end, so I decided to - instead of go through another layer of unnecessary bureaucracy that leads nowhere - take the matters to you directly~
She gives a slight, yet knowing, smirk at the Director.
Freyja: -In a cloying tone- Did I come at a bad time, Director~❤?
The Director: Yes, you did. If this were not a matter of utmost importance, I would have remained in my office and let the guards deal with you however they saw fit. You are here at my privilege, Freyja, and I can have that privilege removed at a moment’s notice. Thankfully, we both realise that there are more pressing matters at hand than your abuse of peacekeeping personnel.
Freyja: Feh, you don't seem to be all too concerned for that guard, Director. Anyway I was merely acting in self defence, sir. I was well within my right to do what I did to him. Plus, you really shouldn't be hiring people who would use their position to abuse women in the first place. I mean, what would the papers think~?
The Director snorts.
The Director: These things have a way of sorting themselves out.
As the elevator doors open out onto his corridor, he strides out, soon followed by Smirnov who somehow manages to convey an expression of concern through an opaque visor.
Shield-Private Smirnov: Um, s-sir? You don’t have any appointments scheduled for this-
The Director: Clear my schedule, Smirnov. And leave us be.
Shield-Private Smirnow: ...Y-yes, sir.
Freyja hums as she approaches Smirnov, idly waving her hand in the Director's direction.
Freyja: Oh, why must we rush things, Monsieur Director? I would actually like to get to know your staff here a little more~
Freyja places her hands on her knees and bends over to get to eye level with the Shield agent. Being 6'5 (with heels does) tend to make one tower over most people, after all. Especially when the person you're talking to is nary over 5 feet.
Freyja: So what's your name, darlin'?
Shield-Private Smirnov: Uh, I… Smirnov. Shield-Private Anfisa Smirnov, and I… well, I… I’m actually not s-supposed to....
She trails off before scurrying away, leaving the Director and Freyja alone together as they step into his office. Freyja pouts, her Jynx sniggering at the failed attempt to flirt while her Bisharp remains as robust as ever.
Once in the office, Freyja draps herself idly over the guest chair, and begins to file her nails.
Freyja: Aw, it was such a shame that she got so flustered~ That assistant of yours is a real cutie, after all~❤ Even if I couldn't see her facial features from underneath that silly helmet all of your agents wear~❤
The Director: Shield-Private Smirnov is a most capable assistant. Her adherence to the department’s uniform regulations does her credit.
Freyja: -Pouting- Unfortunately.
The Director lets out a small snort, then removes his helmet and looks over the desk at Freyja with his fingers steepled.
The Director: So. I presume you know, or have at least guessed, why I requested a meeting with you.
Freyja stops her idle nail filing as she looks the Director straight in the eye, that slightly off-kilter smile from earlier returning once more.
Freyja: Oh yes, I am quite aware~
As almost if a switch was flipped, Freyja lunges across the desk, grabs the Director by the lapels of his coat, raises him so his face is pressed against hers and screams at him.
Freyja: WHERE IS MY BROTHER HONTOU?
The Director grabs Freyja’s wrists and pulls them away, looking slightly perturbed but trying to hide it behind a mask of irritation.
The Director: We don’t know for sure, but we strongly suspect he had contact with an individual recently in our custody. We can send you back there, give you the chance to find him yourself.
Freyja pulls her wrists out of the Director's grip and slides slightly off the table, though never breaks eye contact.
Freyja: What exactly are you playing at here, Hontu? You're not exactly well known for you altruism, after all.
She taps the table.
Freyja: What's the catch? Your payment? What exactly would you get out of this "deal"?
Scarlet and Rust glare at the Director with the same distrusting scowl that Freyja is giving him at the moment. Evidently the Director has some work to do before he can win over this crowd, but he doesn’t blink.
The Director: Your brother is one of several individuals from this reality interfering with the flow of linear time. It is my duty to stop him from doing so. However, certain… restrictions within the IDPD charter prevent me from sending agents to apprehend him personality. Since you have your own reasons for seeking him out - this is a family matter, after all - the obvious solution seems to be to enlist your assistance. It would be reward enough for me to have this thorn removed from my side whilst having to deploy a minimum of my department’s assets.
Freyja gives a sardonic laugh midway through the Director's explanation.
Freyja: Oh yes~ Those restrictions~❤
She smirks at the Director and leans her cheek on her left hand, almost as if to deliberately show off the Silver Wing hoop earring she's wearing.
Freyja: I still don't trust you, but I guess I have no other option now, do I?
The Director: You could walk out of here and our paths would never cross again. But I suspect that particular choice doesn’t hold much appeal for you.
Freyja drums her nails on the hardwood desk.
Freyja: Mmm... No, it doesn't. Yet...
She narrows her eyes at the Director.
Freyja: I get the feeling that that option isn't congruent with what you want either, Director.
The Director: Of course not. I would never have another chance to apprehend Salvador, and you would be free to continue doing… whatever it is that you do. But even if I wanted to, I could hardly stop you from simply walking out of here.
Freyja gives a lazy smirk, and tuts at the Director.
Freyja: I guess I have no other choice but to accept your generous offer, Director~
She extends her hand for a shake, which he takes.
The Director: Very well. I will have one of my agents escort you to Salvador’s last known temporal location. The sooner the better, so that I can return to overseeing our current operation.
Freyja: -Chuckling- They say that stress is a silent killer, Director. Don't get too overworked on whatever little escapade your working on this time~
The Director gives her a sardonic smile.
The Director: I would much rather die to a silent killer than one of the loud, messy, and conspicuous ones, and there are quite a few of those roaming about.
He puts his helmet back on and stands up.
The Director: I will have Smirnov take you back. She will return to retrieve you once you are concluded with Salvador. Does that sound agreeable?
Freyja: And how will you know that, Directeur~❤
The Director: We have our ways.
A moment passes.
The Director: Also the ISPD has been developing quantum communicators. We’ll provide you with one so that you can signal us should you require extraction.
Freyja: Alright~ I'll be waiting right here for deployment~ You go fetch your cute little assistant and then we won't have to talk to each other again until the end mission. Sounds like a great deal to me~
The Director: Indeed. I’m glad we could be of assistance to each other.
He smiles beneath his helmet before striding out of the office to fetch Smirnov.