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"I'd like to hear what it is, first," he said with something of a smile on his lips at her hastiness. He was desperate to leave as well, and even more desperate to prove himself, but he wanted to know what they were in for before he dove in head first. He turned his gaze towards the captain, nodding. "What is it that we'd be investigating?"
The captain ruffled through his papers, his mouth in a straight line. "You'd be sent to Rider, Nebraska, population of about one thousand. There's been a series of unexplained disappearances that have the local police department scratching their heads. I thought I'd send some of my brightest to solve the case. All the information is in this file." He offered it to Vash. "Read over it together, and give me your answer tomorrow."
"Right, of course." Vash shut up and listened. The though of a case making her jump at the chance. She'd have to learn ta take things slowly if she didn't want to seem like a complete idiot.
"People Disappearing?" Vash asked, rose an eyebrow and completely dismissed what the Caption said about them being some of the brightest.
She took the file, thumbing through it. No matter how quickly she had jumped on the opportunity, she was greatful to have a chance to actually look though it before hand.
Daso glanced over her shoulder, his eyes studying the missing faces. There didn't seem to be any sort of pattern –young and old people of all genders and races had disappeared without a trace.
"Sounds like a good time," he admitted with a smile in which he tried to hide his enthusiasm and failed. God, what a case. He'd been waiting for something like this for years, ever since he became a detective. "Want to head back to our office to read it?" he asked Vash, rubbing his hands together.
Vash nodded her head, she didn't like people looking over her shoulder. Even if it was just to look at something they both should be looking at. She closed the file her own grin on her face. Yes people going missing is bad, but who's to say they where dead yet? And even if they where dead, it was a case. Something Vash never thought she'd get the chance to do.
She silently cursed at herself for not caring if they where dead or alive, before handing the file to Daso. "Yeah." She finally replied, as she walked out of the office.
Daso took the file, nodded to the captain, and followed Vash out the room at back down the hall. Part of him dreaded going to a small town –he was too restless to stay in a place like that for very long– but a bigger part of him was excited. For a while, at least, that town would be anything but boring. He thumbed through the file, trying to keep an eye on where he was walking and read at the same time.
"So, Adams," he said, glancing at her. She was very obviously excited for this case, almost too excited. He'd have to warn her about caution at some point. If he ever had the guts to do so. "What are your thoughts on the case?"
"Thoughts on the case?" Vash took a moment to think. What did she think? Should she tell him the truth, or say what was right? After all how many people could tell someone they where ready to hunt down this thing and save the people, dead or alive! And even then, how could you save a dead person?
"I think its strange." She said, "I mean, it doesn't seem like its exactly planned. It seems random, and sloppy. I mean," she looked for the right words. "You'd like whatever it is would take people no one cares about. Not people that won't go unnoticed."
"No, I see what you mean," Daso agreed. "I noticed that too. These disappearances are completely random. Nobodies mixed in with important people. And the rate of people disappearing is increasing rapidly." He flipped open the file to the first page again. "See? Children from families, homeless people, men with jobs, the list goes on."
"I can understand children and homeless people, but not really any others." Vash glanced at the page. Her eyes lingering on one face. "Children tend to wonder off and can get snatched. Homless people are on the streets all day, they'd be easy targets." She tried to find a logical answer. Was there a Patten to this, one they where just missing?
Daso opened the door to their office, pulling his chair up to Vash's desk and placing the file so that they both could easily view it. "Notice no struggle. No forced entry, no blood, fingerprints, hair. It's like these people truly did just…vanish." He peered closer at the file, his eyebrows raised. "The police are starting to think these people just left on their own, but its entirely unprecedented. Why would a bunch of strangers up and leave at the same time?"
"Unless something made them leave?" Vash hadn't sat, much rather she stayed standing. "If you think about it, what if they where controlled? Heck, even threatened. Maybe even promised something?" She looked at the file, Trully baffled by these disappearances.
"What could convince that many unrelated people to leave? Do you think it could be cult activity?" Daso tapped the side of his mouth, growing more and more interested by the moment. "God, we've got to take this case. We need to talk to everyone who knew the victims."
"Could be. All they'd have to do is trick them. Not that hard in my opinion." Though Vash did see it as hard. If someone tried to trick her she'd at least have put up some kind of fight. That is if they even had time before being taken.
A grin formed on her lips, obvious excitement. "So you're up for the case then?" She asked excitedly. Vash finally slid into her chair to get a closer look at the file. "Dare we wait untill tomorrow to tell the Caption? Or shall we start now?"
"I guess we can go ahead and let the captain know now," he said, his voice a bit hesitant. Of course, he wanted this case, but he didn't want the captain to view him as overly enthusiastic, desperate, reckless, or some blend of all three. "Yeah, let's go tell him."
Vash gave a thoughtful look, "if you want to wait we can. Don't let me push you into it." She didn't want to seem pushy, even if she was. And she especially didn't want Daso to think of her as overly energetic about the case. It could lead to a sloppy investigation if she was.
"No, it's fine, we can go ahead," he said with a smile. "I just want to do right by this case and these people, you know?"
(No ah I'm sorry. I'm not gonna be on much for the next few weeks I'm so sorry. I promise I'm not abandoning this. A lot of stuff just came up and I'm absolutely brain dead when it comes to RP's rn.)
Vash returned the smile. She extended her hand to him, "well then I guess its time for proper introductions, I'm Vash." Of course he probably already knew her name. But the fact that he had been calling her Adams made it seem so formal. She didn't mind people calling her by her first name. In fact it seemed to make things less tense.
(Oh, oof, thats alright)
Daso accepted her hand and gave it a gentle shake. "Hi there, Vash. I'm Daso." He smiled brighter, pleased that she wasn't too uptight. Some of the other detectives were sticklers who demanded to be called by their last names. He was so glad she wasn't like them. "You wouldn't want to discuss the case further over a drink later, would you?"
Vash smiled, glad that he hadn't looked at her like she was crazy. Nor had he told her she had a weird name as many did. In fact she found herself liking his name, though she was sure she'd forget it later and have to ask him again.
"Yeah that'd be great." She said, her smile still dancing on her lips.
"Great, I'll meet you at the bar across the street around 8?" he asked, hoping he wasn't coming across as flirty. He was a naturally flirty person, especially around cute people.
"Totally. I promise I'm not ditching if I'm running late. Time isn't really my friend, it tends to get away from me sometimes." Vash rolled her eyes at her own joke. "But yeah, 8 it is."
"That's alright, punctuality is overrated," he quipped, grinning, "it's better to be fashionably late. I'll see you then!"
(Sorry I've been gone so long. Things are kinda crazy rn, I'll be gone longer then I thought.)
"Of course. I'll see you then." Vash grinned, made her way to the door and pushed it open. She figured she'd best clock out and get other things done before they met up later. After all it was already late in the day, and eight wasn't that far off.
