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[b][color=B19666]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]488 words (+1 points)[/i]
[b][color=B19666]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]10/20 EXP[/i]
[b][color=B19666]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Detroit[/i]
[sup][b][u][color=B19666]Interaction[/color][/u][/b]
Zenkichi's [@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN] and Giovanna's [@Lugubrious][/sup][/center]

Wincing slightly at the swift jab he felt, Benedict silently cursed himself for allowing his ambitions to outweigh his sense of reasoning. But the former inspector knew better, as he cast a withering glance in the secret agents direction he couldn't hide his contempt at being called an old man. He wasn't a doddery old fool and his former colleague would know that all too well almost as well as the fact Benedict wasn't one to joke. 

Allowing himself to breathlessly sigh, the Turk knew he was going to hear no end to this after the fact so he had no option but to play along. Benedict however had no intentions to deceive the detective, Zenkichi could see through deceit like a hawk thus he had no options but to explain what he had in mind since meeting the Seekers without allowing his own virtues conflict with his words.

"[color=B19666]Allow me to apologize Mr. Hasegawa,[/color]" he began, collecting himself as he began to explain in earnest what he had been thinking even before he had been assigned to Gutsford "[color=B19666]Though she may have embellished the details in rather..Colorful fashion.[/color]" Benedict's word sounded civil but to the secret agent she could tell he was mildly annoyed by her rather lackluster attempt to cover.

"[color=B19666]She is much too young to be talking of retirement, and her attempts at humor juvenile but on that topic.[/color]" since he had been appointed to track down the redheaded woman and even before, Benedict had began to have reservations for the line of work he was in. At times he had considered like others, to go rogue and other times resign but his eyes were always veiled by something driving him into his work and nothing else. He buried himself in his job, often to his own detriment but he couldn't really understand why.

"[color=B19666]I am in no shape to work the field,[/color]" he told Zenkichi, Benedict nodded to the cane next to him "[color=B19666]Though I'm no 'old man' as the fair lady put it, I am not a young man like you. I am not as skilled a fighter, I was made to do other things.[/color]" nobody would know better that this wasn't as easy for Benedict to say as his colleague but it was the best explanation he could give.

"[color=B19666]I have decided I must retire from Public Security, I need to keep a promise I made a long time ago. These people decided against my wishes to throw a unprecedented dinner party to celebrate the fact.[/color]" it was a lie but, it wasn't too far off by the circumstances they presented and he wasn't thrilled to be here, he hardly had touched his salad "[color=B19666]My words were merely an attempt to get out of this unnecessary get together after hardly knowing most of these people.[/color]" again he would have rather eaten anywhere else [i]and[/i] as far from the dirty streets of Detroit as possible.