Ken looked around the room as the last person went through their intro, mentally shaking his head at the antics, but also taking a slight appreciation for it.  No one liked working in an environment that was like working in a graveyard, or one filled with competition and negativity.  He, and most likely all of the others, would take this over those any day.  And truth be told, he was happy about the group and the way they worked.  He had no complaints, besides maybe a slight lack of professionalism, but when it mattered, they could fake their way through it long enough.  

He took one last moment to put things together in his head and then put his elbows on the table.  “[color=f26522]Ok, as mentioned, Asselta you’re going to run with Humes.  No case immediately, spend a few hours showing him around here and all that before you pick a case, and run it by me.  James, we’re going to finish up our case.  Groves, Mashinski, Mareno, you all are working that case with the human trafficking with the state troopers, get back to it.   And Forster, you and Soto are still closing out your case, try to get that done in a few days.  Keep me briefed on it.  Nothing crazy.  Keep in mind this next Monday and Tuesday are a sweep slash warrant day.[/color]"  There was a chorus of groans at that bit of information.  Sweep/warrant days meant rounding up SNs that needed to be checked on, serving warrants, checking leads on fugitive SNs and other things of that nature.  Basically, a bunch of phone calls, door knocks, greetings, and people telling the agents they didn't know where whoever they were looking for way.  It was a big game of chasing one's tail.  Best cast scenario, they find a person--but that was rare.  

"[color=f26522]If no one else has anything, fall out.[/color]”