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[@CMDR Melander]
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Cyrus pharmaceuticals, huh?  The name isn’t unfamiliar to Connor, though he’s more accustomed to seeing it on cheap and cheerful TV ads or the foil packaging of prescription meds than in the context of his job. It’s a big company, and big companies mean lots of money, lots of enemies, and perhaps more pressingly for Connor, [i]lots[/i] of employees. And so, when Oscar does the inevitable and brought up employee background checks, his stomach drops. From finances to emails to social media, even cases involving tiny little companies hiring perhaps two or three people come with a comparable mountain of data to sift through, and that meant someone had to do the sifting. It’s one of the least glamorous parts of the work they do at Phoenix, albeit an important one.

Connor listens quietly as Azhar, and then Chris say their piece, the early stages of the case slotting together like a well-oiled machine. This might be one of their bigger cases, but the first steps are always the same, and by now they know them off by heart, even Azhar, who’s only been with them six months, has become an integral (albeit occasionally disquieting) part of how they work, and honestly Connor can’t think how they got on beforehand. 

The thought of further violence though… not pleasant. He hopes it doesn’t get too messy, or this could end very badly for everyone involved.

 He leans forward, planting his feet back on the floor and taking on a more serious tone, [color=f26522]“I’ll get started on the background checks – anything useful I’ll send straight over.”[/color] Warily, he eyes the coffee machine in the corner of the kitchenette; chances are he’s going to need it. 

 [color=f26522]“Even if Cyrus didn’t see anyone, there’s a chance that someone else did, if you turn anything up at the scene I can work with them and try and get a sketch,” [/color]he says, thinking aloud more than anything else. There’s no way this woman got in without [i]anyone[/i] seeing, even if it was just the janitor. Find that one person, and they’re golden.

When the meeting draws to a close, Connor stands, shaking out his legs before heading to the kitchenette and pouring out a coffee into his favourite mug - it's got a snoopy cartoon on, one that never fails to brighten his day, if only a little. He watches as the team going to the scene files out to get ready, before heading to his desk in the bullpin, and sitting down in a chair that creaks beneath his weight. He fires up the the first of the databases Phoenix uses for stuff like this - they're subscribed to several, along with all the employee data Cyrus Pharmaceuticals sent them - and gets to work. This is going to be a long day.

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