Ken and Audrey spent the next forty-five minutes sitting in a lobby while those needing to be briefed were assembled in a conference room.  It would mainly be heads of departments, about a dozen or more individuals, who’d then pass down word accordingly.  Eventually, all those needing to be there were present and accounted for and Granderson stood up and moved to the front of the room.  He was dressed rather casual compared to what he wore around the office, but days he was out on the street, he dressed down accordingly.  Today, he was wearing some dark brown cargo pants and a white and brown striped button-up shirt.  His pistol was holstered at his side and there was another strapped to his ankle that wasn’t visible, so he looked very much like a run-of-the-mill detective for the most part.

He waited a moment for people to shift their attention up to him as some were still reading through the notes in front of them.  To be honest, this was a very dull, low-key case and the only reason most of the people from other unites were here was because of the POTENTIAL for something out of the “normal” to happen, as is the case with all SNs.  In most cases, a case like this would be run by ASA via a file, and the locals would be given the green light to handle this on their own.  The ASA generally got involved when there were loose cannons, missing facts, or when anything  but a VERY low chance of a situation happening was the case.  

Truth be told, Ken himself was somewhat curious why the police chief directly asked for assistance on this instead of handing it to the locals, but a request from a chief of police was generally not simply ignored.  And so here they were.  It could be anything from a family member being involved, to it being an election year and they may never really find out.  But a case was a case.  

“[color=f26522]Good morning.  I’m Chief Agent Granderson with the Indy ASA.  I’m sure you all know why we’re here, and I won’t waste time going over that info.  I will be very brief as Agent James will be taking point for this.  I’ll be assisting for the most part, so please ensure she is the person all questions and information is routed through.  If there are no direct questions for me, I’ll hand the floor over to her.[/color]”  There was a brief silence before he nodded and took a step back, allowing James to move up.

The plan was relatively simple.  The locals would block the area, James and Granderson would go in, maybe with several uniformed officers, and they’d make the arrest.  Once they were confident that the situation was going to be routine, they’d give a quick debrief to whoever the commanding officer was, which in this case was the Chief of the local police, and they’d head back to do their final reports.