[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/8JSMqvi.png[/img][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjk2LjAwMDAwMC5SM0pwYlEsLC4w/vanemnoncommercial.regular.webp[/img][/center] “There you go buddy, good as new.” ‘[i]Whirrrr.[/i]’ “What? No. It’s not time for new paint yet!” ‘[i]Whir.[/i]’ “Because if I give you a makeover today, all the others will want one too.” ‘[i]Beep.[/i]’ “Ugh, you’re such a priss.” The compartment of the drone was shut surprisingly gently, the newly stocked first aid kit inside a replacement for the one it lost last night. On the top of the floating machine was the dark emblazon of a dog’s head, shiny and distinct. Slender fingers traced the symbol, pale against the dark metal in a slow, thoughtful stroke. ‘[i]Beep.[/i]’ Zoey sighed, a fond smile tugging the corner of her lips as she finally stepped back. “Alright, you’re all set. Return to dock.” The drone made a low buzzing of affirmation, turning in place and drifting to join the row of identical machines. As soon as it was nestled in place the cover was clicked over, hiding the contents once more. The cover received a fond pat as the tall woman withdrew, sitting back in her desk chair. The penthouse apartment was the perfect deployment site for the Grim-Drones, which had been one of the more attractive reasons for buying it a few years ago. Well, that and the fact that this building was the tallest residential apartment building in Chicago, not to mention the penthouse covered the entire top floor. It was a private island in the city, the perfect hiding spot for Chicago’s loudest hero. Not that Zoey Kasimir particularly resembled Grim in this moment. The redhead released a low sigh, leaning back in her chair and folding her hands behind her head. Her body ached from another night of chasing down criminals, sniffing around for clues, not to mention the headache behind her eyes from the new mystery that had unravelled. Just the thought of the little annoyance had her turning her head, steel-grey eyes fixating on the hospital I.D. that was currently taking up residence beside her laptop. [i]’Sean Henry’[/i]. First of all, Zoey hated him on principle for having two first names. Second of all, the plain man obviously had something going on the side if the location of this ID was any indication. It could have been coerced of course, but either way it painted the hospital in a bad light. Naturally, she had a vested interest in that. Speaking of her interests, galactic timing had come together in perfect timing. That was Wilson, Head Administrator of the Northwestern Memorial Hospital calling. “Wilson, good morning.” Zoey’s voice didn’t boom, nor did it growl or shout. In this moment it was quiet, feminine - and cold. “Good morning, Miss Kasimir. How are you?” They spent a moment exchanging pleasantries - the weather, his children, her dog. “Well, I’m calling since I’ve finished compiling the first half of the employee records you’ve asked for. I’ve already sent them along, and the other half will be ready by the end of the day. It’s quite a bit of work, are you sure I can’t help you narrow it at all?” “Oh, it’s alright. I was just thinking that I’ve been rather hands-off, quite the opposite of what made my father so popular. Looking through the files will help me brainstorm some ideas for programs to help the staff - not that I’ll be coming in and trampling over everything. I’ll make sure to run everything through Anderson first.” “Ah, yes. Of course. Well, I’m always willing to help. Your father was… well, it was quite a loss, though circumstances of course… How is he, anyway?” Zoey paused, fingers unconsciously moving to a drawer of her desk. A small tug opened it just an inch, just enough to reveal the stack of unopened letters stuffed inside like a dirty secret. “... Talkative, still.” Wilson barked a laugh, and it covered her shoving the drawer close once more. They exchanged a few more useless lines before Zoey managed to beg off, citing she couldn’t possibly take up more of his time. Plus, she had a new project to do! He wished her luck before she hung up, immediately turning her full attention to the laptop. The compressed and passworded file Wilson sent was a treasure trove of information, one that wouldn’t have easily been acquired if not for her unique position. It was why she was so quick to snatch that I.D. in the first place. After all, in the hands of either of the other two with Grim last night, they might have very well just gone guns blazing through her hospital. “Let’s see… Henry, Sean. Mortuary Assistant…”