Dressed in a black blazer jacket and pants with white heels with a grey blouse, Blair readies herself and grabs her lunch and walks out her apartment room, locking the door behind her. She breathes in and out and continues her way to work.
Six months after Salan's death, she got an invite from Marcus, FBI Human Resources Manager for the position as a Field Intelligence Agent for the FBI's Fifth Division Team. After a gruesome test and two interviews with a panel of five, she got the job after two weeks. It was intimidating that a twenty-one year old, fresh out of college with a high GPA and joining activites relating to her career goal, would be part of the FBI, let alone the Fifth Division. Makes her think of the Division of the Tenth. The Fifth Division focuses on cases that are more so... extraterrestrial or urban legends. Anyone outside of the Division are not allowed to transfer in the Fifth Division without special requests, which ninety-nine percent are denied. Only those that are higher than the divisions are allowed to know what cases are going on in the Fifth Division.
Arriving at her office with her white purse in one hand and coffee in another, she walks towards the security guard and she flashes her ID that is being held by the same hand as the coffee. She places her purse and cellphone and keys in the bucket so the security guard can scan through it so, just doing his job. He gives the all clear to her and she grabs her items and walks on in.
Walking inside the FBI office, she sits in her neat, tidy desk with two manilla folders on her keyboard with two sticky notes on them and written on them are big, red letters saying "Confidential". She sighs outloud.
"I haven't even clocked in." She sits down, logs in her computer and clocks in. She opens her email and notices on the top of her email trail and it's from her boss, Ian with a high priority email. Ian means well, but he likes to put anxiety in his employees, but he likes to put it more in Blair.
She swallows her anxiety and opens it. It's a meeting with Ian and... Marcus from Human Resources. The subject is lined FW: S.O.S. Transfer. She looks away from her screen and sees her coworker, Chris. He's blonde with bulk muscles. He wears a buttoned up blue shirt and black formal pants with black shoes. He sits down opposite of her at his deck. He is close to Blair's age. He started a year before Blair joined. He was the one percent that moved in the Fifth Division.
"Morning, Blair!" He grins at her, coffee in one hand, donut in another.
"Morning... Hey, Chris?" Blair asks, her voice is shaking.
"Yeah?" He asks her.
"So... have you heard anyone getting a "S.O.S. Transfer email?" He rolls himself next to Blair and sees the email.
"Hmm... no, I haven't. But, I don't think it's a bad thing. It's not like you're in trouble; you've done tremendous work with us in The Fifth Division."
"Yeah... but all I do for eight hours is research cases and mythology. I'm not complaining or anything, but I would like to do more."
"You're a good researcher, though." Blair smiles at him,
"Thanks." Chris swings back to his side of the desk and she checks the email and accepts for today's 4:00pm meeting with Ian and Marcus.
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12:00pm comes around and she grabs her lunchbox and returns to her desk. She opens it and pulls out her sandwich; the normal mayo and bologna sandwich.
"Okay... so there's the missing lady with the Jersey Devil..." Before she can take a bite,
"Miss Nelson." She moves her eyes and sees Ian right behind her. "Working and eating your lunch, are we?" There he goes again.
Skinny, toothpick size. He was close to Salan's height, his pale skin and green eyes peer in Blair's sky blue one. He has a white, button shirt with brown dress up pants and suspenders on with dark brown shoes. His face is long, nose is pointy and looks like he hasn't slept in ages. It's obvous from the badly brushed the brown hair is and his mustache and beard has been growing since Blair's third month. He is reaching up to his sixties.
"I'm not breaking any rules, Ian." Blair says in her monotone voice.
"Yes, well... did you see the email that I sent you and I CC'ed Marcus in that email too?" Ian, prefering the first half of his second shift, schedules to arrive at 12:00pm and stick around until 8:00pm where most of the excitement of urban legend monsters appear.
"I did and I accepted it." Blair sets the sandwich down, "What exactly is this about?" Ian's eyes narrow at Blair, his brow furrows in annoyance.
"Hmm... clearly you haven't seen the whole email. I would like for you to do so before the meeting." He says and walks away. Once he's out of sight,
"What an ass." Blair whispers under her breath. She grabs the sandwich and eats it while scrolling through the emails copied with it. Ian was right... there was another email attached. It's from a woman named Freya. Her email is a personal email, Freya.Harrison1986@aol.com. Who uses aol anymore, Blair thought. It was sent this morning at 4:12am.
She reads the email,
'Good morning, Marcus,
How are you, my old friend? We need to catch up with coffee and talk about our old field agent days.
I have a situation happening down in New Mexico and we are requiring assistance from the FBI.
We specifically are looking for the assistance of Blair S. Nelson, one of your most promised agents in the Fifth Division. We will pay for her stay and would like the FBI Fifth Division to highly consider of giving Ms. Nelson a raise in pay for taking on this task.
We specifically are asking for Blair S. Nelson as she had previous experience with a Wild Elf in the past.
I look forward to your response and meeting Ms. Nelson in the future.
Sincerely yours,
Freya Harrison
Supervisor Field Agent
Division of the Tenth
Blair unconscious drops her sandwich. The Division of the Tenth? They're back again? Blair stands and falls on her knees, knocking her papers down. Chris and a few of Blair's coworkers run to her all in panic.
"Blair, Blair!?" Chris holds her in his arms, her face is flustered and sweating as her eyes are closed. Ian peeks out around the corner and sees the event. He is clearing the way for Chris.
"Looks like she fainted. Get her in infirmary, now."