[hr][hr][h1][center][color=339933]Jade Cornish[/color][/center][/h1][center]
[img]http://i1.wp.com/www.twirlingpages.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/what.gif?resize=500%2C213[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Zachary Carpenter [@BlueSky44], Darren Andrews [@Pundii] [/center][hr][hr]Jade nodded, forcing a smile at the sheriff. [color=339933]"S'alright, mate,"[/color] she said, clapping his shoulder lightly. The younger officers who stuck around and the seasoned veterans formed human barricades around the bodies, with the few uncooperative members of the press finding themselves with slaps of metal around their wrists. Wishing she had a coffee, Jade stared wistfully over at Jake's. After her work was over, she'd head over there. Luckily for her, Cecily, ever a busybody, had already ran over to the station to grab the items needed for a proper crime scene perimeter. The paperwork would be the death of them in this case. 

The forensics? Not so much. It was a bit obvious who had done all of the killing, and even if it wasn't, at least [i]one[/i] of the reporters would have caught it on tape.

Rocking back on her feet a bit, she saw a few of the individuals involved with the attack gathering around the young girl. They'd all need to have their statements taken, so she didn't mind it much. [color=339933]"I've called in an ambulance for the kid already, doubt she's got a parent with her...We'd be faffing about if we did much more about this,"[/color] Jade sighed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. [color=339933]"Clear cut case."[/color]

Jade snorted a bit, giving the FBI agent the once over. [color=339933]"Right, and I'm Princess Di!"[/color] She rolled her eyes, glancing at the badge. Certain it was a fake, she had to admit that it was a rather good one. In her years working as a PI, she'd seen dozens, and used dozens. It had to have been an expensive make--not something that could be done on any old motel computer. [color=339933]"Why's the FBI nipping over here already, eh? Tell me that and [i]maybe[/i] we'll believe you, Agent Winchester."[/color]

The closest office, as far as she could tell, was an hour's drive away in Seattle. They would have had to start driving before the meeting even started, and for an organization that sat on tips until it was just about too late, she doubted they would have sent anyone down to Altsoba just in case. An hour ago, the only problem the town faced was a lack of power.

That wasn't something the FBI generally cared about.