10:00 AM (GMT8)
"Agent Reston, the media is outside. How long should we have them wait?"
"Not long, I have to grab my coat and we will meet you at the podium."
The entire situation was rushed, everyone around her moving slower than she was. Perhaps because she was rushing, tons of folders within her arms. Dallas walked stealthily next to her, speaking to other agents that required his attention. Hair swooped back, button up shirt and black dress pants. He looked professional even in the most casual attire.
Following next to her were her own agents: Agent Lanton and Agent Onatario. One scribbled down notes of what she was saying on paper, while the other interacted in conversation. Amelia didn't mind the following, they were under her watch after all.
As they continue to talk, Amelia stops at the very end of the hallway. Before going out the door,she grabs her coat off of the rack. She wore a black turtleneck that covered over her hands slightly, light tan pants that went under her ankles. Black heels were on her feet, topping it off with the brown trench coat she chose to wear. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, with her signature golden hoop in her left ear.
Shuffling the coat onto her body, she looks back at her agents. "I want you both outside, if the media becomes too rowdy– You hold them back. Only then will you move in front of the podium, understood?" Amelia is back to being stern, the cold venom strung in her words.
They nod, "Yes ma'am." Amelia nods, turning back to Dallas.
The taller man looks down at her, giving her a nod to signal: he was ready to go out with her. That was all she needed to look away, opening the door and stepping out in front of him.
Once the door has opened, Amelia is met with the flashes of cameras. Her ears fill with the screams and shouts of voices from all angles, incoherently shouting over one another to get her attention. The lights were blinding, yet she kept her stone cold expression on her features. Steps large making her way behind the podium, she can feel Dallas' figure right behind her.
Nothing irritated her more than microphones being shoved in her direction, or shouting of questions that she couldn't even understand. Yet she was in the exact situation now, fidgeting to fix the microphone on the podium for herself.
Amelia clears her throat, placing her hands on the wooden surface. "Good morning everyone, I hope you all have had a safe venture to make your way here. You were called here for a serious reason, something we wish to get out to all media for the public."
"Called us here?! What for, you're wasting our time! Get to the chase!" One reporter calls out.
"You need us, what happened to despising the media and calling reporters 'vultures'?!" Another shouts, Amelia could feel her forehead beginning to throb. Voices peaking out of the large crowd, stupid questions within only a few minutes.
"Agent Reston, what can you tell us of the 'headless victims' in your most recent serial case?" An actual question catches her attention. The media were vultures that much was true, but this time she was satisfied they knew information.
She clears her throat, leaning forward towards the microphone. " I am here to inform that this man.. This thing is a far greater danger than my team nor Agent Linch's had ever predicted." Amelia gestures to Dallas behind her.
Amelia can feel the light grip of movement against her waist. A large hand grabbing at her other side, pulling her closer into his chest. She doesn't react, letting him do as he pleases. It was a touch she needed at this moment, it was appreciated.
"We are calling to the public, please stay off of the streets at night. Do not stay in dimly lit areas, and do not travel alone. This menace will not stop under he has terrorized this city to it's dying breath." Her statement causes an uproar within the crowd, voices raising once more over one another.
"What?! Are you saying we're all in danger?"
She could feel Dallas leaning closer behind her, "Agent Reston is just notifying the public of the dangers that could be in this city.. We suggest all in a 100 mile radius to be cautious in their area."
Amelia nods in cooperation with his words. "If anyone has any information on who may be involved or the victims that are unidentified please call this number on your screen." She tried to have her eyes in the directions of the cameras.
Back straight, posture strong, and voice filled with confidence. Booming over the shouting and flashing of photographs that the crowd continued to take. In front of the public she would be nothing short of composed. A beacon of hope for all of them, shining as bright as she could.
"We can use all the help we can get, to give justice to these victims, thank you.." Amelia sighs, turning away from the cameras and beginning to walk back into the agency.
With her departure she can hear the shouting of more questions on her back. The sound of clicking cameras, the flashing in the corner of her view. Hearing the sound of Dallas' footsteps slightly behind her, a hand on the small of her back to guide her through the doorway.
The easiest part of the entire situation seemed to be over, walking back into the agency with a confident stride in her steps. It would get the message out to the people that lived under her protection: be weary of what lurked inside of the dark.
Amelia stops, looking back at Dallas who had been following closely to her. " I think we got the message across.. But do you think the public will actually listen?"
He places his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it. "All we can do is warn them.. You know some people aren't able to be saved."
That was a hard pill for her to swallow.
She pauses for a moment, eyes filling with sadness as she stares up at him. "I..I know.." AMelia breathes out, putting her head down to rub her forehead.
"Reston, are you alright?" Amelia's head quickly snaps up to see Beth staring at her. Her look of concern was clear as day, but Amelia didn't need her concern.
Amelia's emotions had already disappeared to her cold hard expression the moment the young woman's voice hit her ears. High pitches to a degree, undeniable to who it was attached to after hearing it for so long.
"Very much, thank you. Did Zackary send the ears I received into analysis?" Straight to the point, as she always had been with these sorts of scenarios.
Beth nods, "Yes, he should get the results by the time we have our next conference meeting."
Amelia nods back in return. "If another victim shows up, we will be having one very soon. We need to catch this sick son of a bitch." With her words, Beth's lips curl into a smile.
"Glad to have you okay boss." Beth states.
"As am I," Amelia responds calmly, before Beth is moving away from the two upper agents. Her body relaxes slightly, looking back to Dallas. His eyes turned to look at the woman who had just left the conversation.
"You have a supportive team." He starts, Amelia's eyes never leaving the side of his face. It was a true statement, but not something she would admit out loud without cause for appreciation.
"Most of the time.." Amelia mumbles, fixing her jacket on her shoulders. "Dallas.."
Dallas turns his head now to look down on his smaller partner. "Hm?" He hums, eyebrow raising in question.
She's silent for a moment, before sighing. "We need to talk.." Another pause, "About my past."
His stare goes from confused, to surprised. Turning his entire body to her, "Why would you–"
They're interrupted by the sound of rushing footsteps, and the calling of a deep female voice. " Agent Reston, you have a caller on the line. It may be our serial killer."
Both agents' eyes widen, looking to see Ellis stand there. Files in her hands, a serious look in her eyes. She stood tall, with grace in front of her two superiors. Amelia could admire Ellis' confidence in front of her, she had potential to be a leader.
Her eyebrows furrow over her eyes, quickly taking her coat off of her shoulders and handing it to Dallas. Amelia's head turns back to Dallas, he has the same angered and vengeful look in his eyes.
Their gazes meet, "Our conversation can wait, go catch the son of a bitch."
Amelia nods her head, putting her hands together to crack her knuckles. "With pleasure." She hisses, now taking long and quick strides towards the conference room.