Keeping Time

Lifeline

(her outfit is up top and it is black not white)

When Raymond Leon got the phone call that a man had died in the Ghetto with more than a century on his clock, he immediately got a bad taste in his mouth.

He had escaped a place called Daytan a long time ago and had no desire to ever go back.

Leon hid his disdain like he always did when he hung up the phone and handed it to his assistant Time Keeper, that was odd, Assistant Time Keeper, he had never had an assistant before.

He wished he could say it was a benefit of his recent promotion to head Time Keeper; however, his assistant had been established because he had recently become 'reckless' that's what his head advisor had told him.

He was forced to either accept the help of an assistant or accept a demotion. Demotion: that was simply out of the question.

He didn't mind his assistant that much, she seemed to be a fairly level-headed woman: a woman assistant? What did they take him for? Anyways. She wasn't all that bad, she was smart, she knew when to get out of his way most of the time and actually did get out of his way. Some of the time.

The most of it was the fact that Raymond Leon missed his alone time he often got to indulge in during long drives, now he was forced to share that time with an amateur woman Time Keeper, Assistant.

That was a mouth full.

His assistant her name being, Kris Emerson, Kris? Who in their right mind names their daughter Kris.

Time Keeper Emerson was somewhat of a rookie with a mere year and a half experience she took the demotion as Raymond Leon's assistant considering it to be a learning experience.

Her strong dark brows and tense irises were offset by her silver wavy hair currently swept up out of the way for work.

She obviously spent a majority of her time getting into shape, she had a skinny figure sharpened with sharp muscle structure and a small frame that was deceiving to her agility and ability to kick some serious ass.

Raymond Leon had even been deceived by her size until he saw her in action.

Still she had a graceful way about her person, she swooped about the room with the slightest sound to her steps yet demanded authority with her strong poster. Shoulders back, chest up.

Leon could respect her in that sense at least, however he constantly found himself stumbling upon an extra appendage that he had spent 50 years getting used to not having.

She would have to learn to keep up with him and stay out of the way in order to get anywhere as his assistant. Forced assistant I may remind you.

Raymond bit back a snarl as she sat staring expectantly up at him, their real case together. He needed some coffee to get started on this one.

"I need a coffee." He demanded as she hung the phone up on the hook.

"Yes sir." She replied and swiftly made her way towards the nearest employee break room.

Raymond let out a sigh this Sir business would need to be dealt with too.

Raymond turned to study the massive screen and monitor where all the time was, as soon as his assistant returned he could get to work, she had better hurry up.

Then Raymond Leon got the idea he should just go and leave her here, he was wasting time just standing around, one thing Leon hated was wasting time.

He turned and stalked out of the building, he knew where the body had been found by heart. No, disdain.

Raymond pulled up to the crime scene in his cruiser, pulled up was an understatement his tires squealed as he came to an abrupt stop.