@gohKamikaze"Oh...o...The gut-ridden city-dwelling son of a bitch had the audacity to not only speak back to Barry, but in such a condescendig way that it felt as if this so called Agent Lichfield was superior to Inspector Barry Lexington; the cop who had gone off to fight for his country, kill more Krauts than he could remember and save his brothers in arms, come back and solve a dozen of unsolveable cases; Inspector Barry Lexington, the man who was at the brink of a case that felt bigger than himself, only to have this bastard of a Pinkerton Agent swoop in and take the glory. Barry could, and was threading close to beat the living shit out of him.
But then Agent Lichfield said those words,
...Any future work on the case must be cleared by and referred back to myself..., and Barry knew that he found the loophole he was praying for.
His furious face, ready to blow off any second now, turned on an instant to one of a happy man; very unusual for Barry, unless you were on The List.
...Of course, Agent Lichfield. I wouldn't dream of doing anything else; I was taken by surprise, that's all; us small-town deputies prefers to know what's going on, if you catch me drift." Barry said to the tall man, starting to walk to his desk; the picture that Argus had just looked at, he put down with its face to the desk, before he casually opened the drawers as if he was looking for something.
"Ah yes...about that, Agent Lichfield. It would seem that I locked my case files with the others down in the basement; we've had a few attempted 'break and entry's the past months, so we started to keep them safe down there during the night. Officer Hammilton got the keys, and he won't be here until after lunch, and I can't open it without my own key...which I of course forgot in the car."Barry closed the drawers of the desk and walked up to Argus, smiling at him with a smile that many men had seen. "I'll go get it, wouldn't want the 'Bureau' to miss such an oppertunity for fame, now would we? Just make yourself at home here, and I'll be right back, Agent Lichfield."
That smile was not one of friendship, nor cooperation or anything of that like. Those men who'd seen it, were mostly Krauts, about to meet Blotige Barry and his trench-knife. Barry imagined himself, stabbing that knife through Argus's neck, many times. It made him smile.
Barry had no time to lose, however, and walked rather rapidly out of his office and to where August was still standing.
"August, I don't have time to explain; Go to my apartment, find all the files and papers to the Atkins-case and hide them. I don't know where or how, and I really shouldn't know either. And take this file too, this was what I wanted to show you. Go, and don't contact me whatsoever; I'll find you. Now go, or else that Bureau Shithead is going to ruin everything."August was out of the station within seconds, and just in the nick of time as well, for just when August exited the front door, Argus came out from Barry's office.
"Did you get bored of my office that quickly? Geeze, good luck lasting that long in Arkham." 
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