March 18th, 1997

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Robert Earle was having a bit of a nap inside of his Ford Fiesta Mk3, After two days of working day and night without sleep he had deep bags under his eyes. During that period he was working on a case about some local politician and something to do with tax fraud. Robert wished he was working on more exciting, However this politician had broken the law and he has made it his mission to punish him. Waking up form his nap slapping himself a few times to wake himself up, Stumbling inside of his car and towards the compartment under the dashboard opening it with a low click. Rummaging inside and finding a small lukewarm flask filled with some Jim Bean bourbon, Fishing it out of the cluttered compartment opening the top of the flask. Taking a few large chugs out of the flask, Letting the brown liquid burn a little down his throat. 

Putting away the flask into the compartment and starting his car, Heading off towards the FBI HQ listening to his favorite radio station.  The classic rock tones of Rush filled his car, Finally finding his parking spot and parking his car. Getting out of his car and paying the parking meter not wanting to pay a ticket, Before he got out of his car he was searching comically for his brown leather briefcase. Finally finding it knocking off some of the burger wrappers and cups form the local burger shops, Locking up his car as he headed out into the lobby of the tall building. Walking inside and saying hello to Martha the receptionist that was nicer to him then anyone in the building.

Showing his id to the security there before finally walking to the elevator, Being stuck between some young agents, some secretaries and some office workers. Most of the agents were trying to play grab ass with the secretaries. He gave some dirty looks their way but as respond got some crude remarks his way, "Whatcha lookin at drunkie?" One of them said chuckling, "He's imaging as a big bottle of Jack" The other said laughing a bit loud. Robert ignored them finally getting to his floor and getting off, Heading towards his desk taking a seat in his ergonomic chair.

Setting his briefcase down underneath his desk, Booting up his computer and starting to look though some files on it. As well as sorting though  the large piles of files and folders on his desk. Looking though the files on the fraud case or some other cases he was given and was working on, "Hi Robert you look like shit, You want me to take over on some of the smaller cases for ya?" A man said right behind him. Robert turned around to see a fat looking white man with dark black hair that was combed over his bald spot, "No it's okay Dylan you don't have to, I got it thanks" He said smiling at his co-worker.

Dylan was probably the only other person beside Martha that was friendly towards him, "Did you talk to Mercer about my investigation about those killings in La Brea Avenue?" Robert asked trying to sort his files. "Nope but you can talk to him about it i know he's has nothing go on until two PM" Dylan said pointing his thumb towards Mercer's office.

Robert thanked him and stood up telling him that they should meet at the local bar after work, Dylan agreed and Robert knocked on Ted Mercer's door. Ted Mercer was the leader of their department and was quite a hard ass, But Ted was honorable and knew that Robert was hard working and could get his shit done.