Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
demonologist) wrote2013-06-26 09:25 pm
demonologist) wrote2013-06-26 09:25 pm
Fortune Cookie Verse: Knox interrogation
By the time Knox was called into Wes' office it was late afternoon. The day had been filled with minor, unavoidable frustrations. Tasks needing his attention. So much so that he hadn't been overly alarmed when Fred had stood him up for lunch. He'd barely grabbed a bite as it was. He resolved to touch base with her at the end of the day and perhaps organise something relaxing for the both of them. But in the meantime, he'd had work to focus on.
And an investigation to continue.
When Knox was showed in, he was flanked by two security men. Wes waved them off, however, and they retreated to take up position outside his door. He wanted to conduct his interview in private - at least, for now. He didn't fear for his safety, Knox was hardly what one would call menacing. And yet...Wes couldn't help but wonder if that laser incident hadn't been more than an unfortunate malfunction.
"Please, take a seat. I have some...concerns," Wes held up a pre-emptive hand, "and yes, I've already cleared this with Fred. It shouldn't take long, depending on how things go." He couldn't quite keep the touch of sarcasm from his tone, an air of cold distrust that the man managed to provoke in him whenever they were in contact.
And an investigation to continue.
When Knox was showed in, he was flanked by two security men. Wes waved them off, however, and they retreated to take up position outside his door. He wanted to conduct his interview in private - at least, for now. He didn't fear for his safety, Knox was hardly what one would call menacing. And yet...Wes couldn't help but wonder if that laser incident hadn't been more than an unfortunate malfunction.
"Please, take a seat. I have some...concerns," Wes held up a pre-emptive hand, "and yes, I've already cleared this with Fred. It shouldn't take long, depending on how things go." He couldn't quite keep the touch of sarcasm from his tone, an air of cold distrust that the man managed to provoke in him whenever they were in contact.