palmers watched the tan helicopter until it was out of sight. "did you hear my question, agent?" palmers snapped his attention back to the agent that stood in front of him. "no sir," palmers said, "would you please restate the question?" the agent staired at him, no more like through him. "what happened here?" each word was deliberately spoken in such a was, palmers had to restrain him self from hitting the man. palmers pressed his lips together. after a moment he spoke, "non routine vampire runner, sir." the agent continued to look blankly through him, "clarify." palmers let out a deep breath, "we were tracking a runner when a confrontation occurred. its was a witch, she cast on bishops and i killed her. you can read all this in my report." "no, agent palmers," said the agent, "i want to hear it from you, now, in your own words." he motioned another agent over, "scribe this." the female agent joined them dutifully holding a clip board and pen, poised to take notes. palmers felt his teeth grind. he told the agent every moment of that moment, from bishops' cursing under the bridge, all the way to bishops being air lifted out of the area, shaman chanting over him, and medics supplying him with air. the scribe agent wrote furiously, filling four pages quickly. "sir," palmers said calmly, "is that all you need?" still staring through him, the agent raised his hand, "we are filing and official investigation. gun and badge." palmers' head throbbed. angrily, he slapped his badge into the agents hand. he then slowly unholstered his gun. holding it out, he released the clip, letting it clatter to the ground. then he opened his hand, gun following the clip to the pavement. "are we done sir?" palmers said through his teeth. "we are done, agent palmers," the agent said to him, then to the scribe agent, gesturing to the gun, "bag that." the small female scribe agent pulled a large evidence bag from the inside pocket of her suit and bent to pick up the gun and clip. as she stood, she tossed a small folded piece of paper between his feet. she turned, briefly making eye contact with him and giving him a small nod, and followed meekly behind the other agent. palmers shifted his stance to cover the paper with the sole of his boot. what ever the paper was, it was important enough to break strict SPAR protocols. a scribe agent was never to make eye contact with another agent. a scribes job was to remain unnoticeable and forgettable. but palmers would remember this one, her eyes were a very rare amber color. Palmers continued to stand in the parking lot, blankly watching the few agents that remained mill about leave, until he was alone. palmers bent to pick up the paper beneath his foot, but his com chirped, "Agent Palmers, report to medical support." palmers groaned, rolling his eyes, and started to unfold the paper. "copy, agent palmers, report to medical support, now." palmers muttered under his breath, then spoke into his com, "yes agent, copy. im going." angry, he shoved the paper into his fatigues pocket.
