Oscar Soames, 9:30 AM (approximately).
Phoenix Security Building - Harborvale.
Break Room.

The day had started slow. At least, when he'd arrived into the building it seemed as slow as a Monday morning afforded to be. He'd gone through his morning routine before that email marked 'URGENT!' had thrown a wrench into everything. After a quick skim, some brief research notes and a scour of local news websites about Jean Cyrus or Cyrus Pharmaceuticals, Oscar felt a little glad seeing no new stories immediately spring to life. If this was contained, then it made the search a lot easier. Having  been right there to hear the message direct from Dale, Oscar arrived into the room first, making himself a coffee as he waited for everyone else to arrive. He was almost like a fixture in the ktichen, in the way that he eased against the counter with mug in hand. He was pensive, caught up in thought as he gave brief thoughts about the case - and about how to brief the case.

After everyone arrived, and after being prompted by Dale, Oscar would put down his Phoenix Security coffee mug on the counter of the break room, looking around the room as he addressed them. He stood a little straighter when the attention was on him. [color=92278f]"Right now, all we've got to go on is that a Pyrokinetic woman, around five feet tall attacked Jean Cyrus in his office at about twenty past seven this morning, and they've got no idea how she got there. Cyrus didn't get too good of a look at his assailant and the camera's are spotty at best, too much going on to get a clear shot at her, so no luck there. First thing we need to do are run background checks on previous employees, this could be as simple as a fired up pharmacy worker. Excuse the pun."[/color] He decidedly picked up the mug again, punctuating his sentence with a gulp of caffeine.

[color=92278f]"After we've got employee checks through, it might be worth looking into security logs. Big company like that is bound to have security carded doors or something to that effect. We can see if she got in with a spoofed card or a stolen one."[/color] Another drink, as casual as could be as he took a brief pause, looking over them for just a moment, his tone getting a little more serious.[color=92278f] "Cyrus is one of the largest in big pharmacy names, he's not going to have a shortage of people who hate him. Could be political, could be business. Could even be him stirring up trouble to eventually hit the newspapers tomorrow. Just remember we're doing a job, and try not to show off your powers too much, people will talk easier if they don't think you're in the same weightclass as our would-be arsonist."[/color]

After he'd finished talking, he'd look back to Dale, giving the floor back to him, and leaning back against the counter. It'd be worth noting that he carried his side-arm in an open holster, while not a particularly surprising sight on its own, when it was paired with the blatant bulk of body armour beneath that neat white shirt, it was obvious that Oscar thought trouble was coming.