[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] Ashland, Wisconsin - Lake Superior; then FBI Mobile Office
[color=slateblue]Interacting With:[/color] Ship Owner; then FBI Agents[/sub][hr][hr]

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It was a truly perfect day. Freezing? Yes. Drizzling? True. Dark as hell? Couldn't see a thing more than ten yards away. But there was something so calming about being all by yourself, on a boat in the middle of the night with just a fishing rod, hot water bottle and some beers to keep you company. Yes, Alec Fletcher was a very content man. 

At least he was, until his phone rang.

[i][color=slateblue]"Well, shit."[/color][/i] That was his work phone. Work as in, "emergencies-only-I'm-on-my-goddamn-vacation-you-vultures", work phone. Putting his fishing rod back on it's stand, and praying he wouldn't get a bite while he answered the damn thing, Alec polished off the remainder of his beer before picking it up.

[color=slateblue]"Fletcher."[/color] Unsurprisingly, it was some folks from the FBI. Surprisingly, they were here in Wisconsin, not too far from the docks where he would eventually have to go. [color=slateblue]"You guys followin' me or somethin'? Didn't even know we had a unit out here."[/color]

""Mobile Office" means we can move, Agent Fletcher."

[color=slateblue]"Yeah, I got that. What's up?"[/color] Remaining silent as the agent on the other end told him the news, Alec heaved a heavy sigh before sitting back down, shaking his head. Agent Murphy had been a good guy, from what he'd seen of him. Pretty annoying, but yeah, still good. It was a damn shame to find it he was gone... and even more of a damn shame to find out what was happening next. Sitting stony-faced as the agent continued talking, Alec sighed again before agreeing to cut his vacation short and make his way to the mobile office.

Listening to the dial tone for a few seconds as the agent left the line, Alec eventually hung up himself, glancing at his rod as it began twitching in the stand. Typical. He would catch his last bite of the day right as he was about to leave. Getting to his feet and reeling in his bait, he scowled at the water as he felt the pressure on the other end leave. Looked like Nemo was going to live to see another day. And by the sounds of what lay ahead for him, Alec felt slightly jealous of the fish. Things seemed much more simple on the water.

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Despite the drizzle and the dark, Alec didn't take too long in finding dry land and tying his rented boat up. By sheer luck, the owner was still on the shorefront, dealing with another of his boats. Waving at the owner and tossing him the keys, he offered the older man a grateful smile.

[color=slateblue]"Thanks Jerry - she served me well. There's some fish in the icebox that you can have, won't be able to take it with me."[/color] 

"But you've got her for the rest of the week! Don't tell me you're leaving?" Jerry asked, catching the keys with a frown. Alec replied with a tired shrug and yet another deep sigh.

[color=slateblue]"Work beckons me. Don't worry - they owe me one-and-a-half extra weeks vacation now, and I'll damn well be comin' back here in the summer. Keep the boat nice for me!"[/color] At that, he waved goodbye and made his way to his car. Thankfully he didn't have all that much to pick up from the hotel he was staying at. It was almost as if he'd predicted he would be called away at some point, and would need to keep most of his shit in his car anyway. He just hoped the FBI had some decent excuse for all this.

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[color=slateblue]"Evenin' fellas. Would one of you mind telling me why I just abandoned a lake full of fish for some work?"[/color] Pleasantries were abandoned at the door as soon as Alec arrived at the office; marching straight in and towards the Agent that had notified him of Murphy's probably death. [color=slateblue]"What the hell's happenin'? I take it somethin' big must be goin' down if you want me to fill in Murphy's boots so quickly?"[/color] The guy hadn't given him much information over the phone, which indicated some kind of skittishness. Something had to be putting everyone on edge so much.