[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=slateblue][center]Agent Alec Fletcher[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][hr][sub][color=slateblue]Location:[/color] Private Jet en route to DC
[color=slateblue]Interacting With:[/color] Agents[/sub][hr][hr]
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[i][color=slateblue]"Huh. These guys really don't want to play nice."[/color][/i] For Alec, he could have used some niceness. In his not-so-humble opinion, he wasn't back on the clock for work until his ass landed in DC when he had to sweet-talk some politicians into not sending him to whatever hellhole had just opened up - which he knew would fail. Part of being on this plane right now, surrounded by stern O.M.E.N agents, and not really knowing much about what was happening to scare up the "A" word, made Alec feel like this was a one-way trip. His vacation was starting to seem a long, long way away, so he'd be stretching out his prematurely finished one as much as he possibly could. 

[color=slateblue]"Damn... I sure hope the rest of you guys don't have such large sticks up your asses."[/color] He muttered, fishing out his hipflask from the carry-on backpack he'd brought with him. His nerves were pretty unsettled with apprehension, not that he'd let anyone else on the plane know. Taking a quick swig, his eyes darted towards the sarcastic Agent, glancing at the picture of Ms. Fairfax. She seemed innocent enough, and pretty bright. But as Alec - and any law official with common sense - knew, this information was hardly putting him off the scent. Leaning forward slightly, he looked the Agent in the eye.

[color=slateblue]"You makin' assumptions about our murder and murderer already? See, last I checked, in the fucked up world that contains supernatural beings right now, writin' a potential suspect off because she's a young, pretty red-head scientist is a pretty piss-poor way of actually doin' your job right. Now you guys can give me the stink eye all you want, whether because I'm with the bureau or because I'm still enjoying the last bits of my holiday with a stiff drink - but I still know the basics on investigation."[/color] Tossing the pad back to the Agent, he leaned back and took another swig of his flask before tucking it away back into his bag. [color=slateblue]"Murphy was lookin' into her for a good reason, and I couldn't give a damn if she was related to Einstein himself. She needs to be investigated. That is, of course, if you guys were taught how to do that in Ghost-Huntin' school."[/color] Hell, he had to finish on a dig towards O.M.E.N sooner or later; he was sticking up for FBI, CIA and even S.H.I.E.L.D Agents everywhere. Well... just to this handful of assholes, anyway.

[color=slateblue]"You geniuses got the video chat workin' yet?"[/color] He called to the front of the plane, beginning to feel antsy. He wanted this conference over with, and quickly. It was about time he got filled in on what happened anyways. The least they could do before throwing him straight into the flames would be to let him know how the fire started in the first damned place.