It had been a long day in the New London office for Max. Most had left the office a few hours ago, but Max had opted to remain and work through some of the paperwork. He didn't sleep so well these days anyway, so it made little difference to him. He was just finishing up, signing a piece of paper and placing it in the "out" pile, as he heard a noise. Looking up, he saw two, rather large gentlemen, standing in the doorway.
I'll be fine thank you gentlemen. Just finishing up and about to leave momentarily.
One smiled a devilish grin, the other speaking as they began to step forward
I think it's best you leave now, sir
The way he spat the final word set Max on edge. They didn't look to be doing the usual night time security rounds...
I'm sorry, can I help you gentlemen?
They continued moving. One stepped behind him, grabbing the handles of the wheelchair, pulling him out as the other led the way, opening the door
I demand you let go at once. I'll have you both fired for this!
They only burst into laughter
They continued to walk down through the building, out into the courtyard, towards the front gate. Max, surprised at this sudden move, was unable to find a way out. By the time he realised it, they were at the front gate. It had already opened during their approach. They didn't slow, reaching the gate, and letting go. He continued rolling forward, hitting the kerb, and falling into the street. The two, larger men, turned, laughing as they returned to the building. As Max began struggling, fighting with the chair, to climb back in, he realised what had happened. He was a no-body, penniless, and stuck here.
Casey prodded the prone body lying on the road with her foot. "Hey buddy, you're blocking traffic." The man stared back up at her, almost confused like he wasn't sure what exactly what was going on. Behind her traffic was starting to build up, the impatience of the drivers wasn't the only thing that was running out as Casey wasn't in the mood to deal with civilians today. She rightened the wheelchair, grabbed the man by the arm and roughly hauled him into it. Before he had chance to set himself down on the chair properly Casey had already pushed it across the road opposite the main gates.
As traffic started to flow regularly again she took notice of the man's apperence for the first time. "Wait, don't I know you from somewhere?"
He frowned, dusting himself off before looking up at the police officer who so brutally dragged him off the ground. Still, he was somewhat grateful for not being in the dirt any more
You likely do. I'm the Trade Combine Dir-
He caught himself, thinking on it a moment
Hmm, I assume former Trade Combine Director is more appropriate. I doubt my key-card'll even work now... Sorry, the name's Max Wolf. Recently unemployed I'd guess.
Casey gave Max a steady look. "Yeah the uniforms BPA, what gave it away, the badge? So you used to be one of those high up Bowex bigwigs huh, thought I reconised you from somewhere. Looks like they've pushed you all the way down the corporate ladder. Heh, literally." She paused for a moment, weighing her options, wondering if it was was worth her time. Curiosity won out.
"Well we'd better get you somewhere you can get yourself cleaned up. Do you have a car or something, or is that not working now as well? I'm Casey by the way, Chief Inspector Casey Renei."
She crossed her arms and lent against a nearby wall, looking down at him. "Oh I've got plenty of ideas, however I'm getting paid not to do them. I could give you a lift myself but I'm not taxi service. So if you want to be anywhere other then here you're stuck going where ever I'm heading." She pushed off from the wall and gestured forwards before slowly heading off.
He followed her along the road, thinking on how different she was to.. well, ALL the Bretonian police officers he had ever met. It was rather strange to meet one with such an... attitude. He decided to test the water a little.
You talk of your pay Chief.. Over the years me and my brother have picked up a number of contacts, I'm sure we could "increase" it a little, assuming you was looking for a pay rise, that is.
There, subtle enough to avoid being charged, but enough of a hint to catch her attention.