To The Dearly Departed
The box was placed on the desk, the agent tasked to clean out Druyarâs locker reached in to pull a rather thick folder out from the boxâs contents, âSir.â he moved to hand it out to the Overseer. The man hesitated for a brief moment as the other shooed him away taking the folder in hand, âWhat are they going to do with her stuff?â the agent asked. A sigh emits from the Overseer, his hand had been about to open the file when he looked up at the Agent, leveling him with a âyou should know better than to askâ type of look. âTheyâll be sent off to next of kin, if thereâs none, then to whomever her will stated would receive the contents of her belongings.â The Overseer lifts a hand as if motioning to the agent if there was anything more, the agent shakes his head, âBe on about your day, Agent Grant.â That was right, she had a will, written up since the beginning. At least the facade was over. How long had it been? Three.. no four years.. pretending he didnât have doubts if the operation involving Agent Druyar would even pan out, it had been a long shot. Taking his seat behind the desk he pulls the file to his lap and turning, so that he could read while his peripheral caught movement coming to his desk, the lip of the folder was flipped up and the first page of the documentâs revealed. So much of it was blacked out, redacted, and the little parts that she had been allowed to read had been an overview of the events that lead to her retirement. He moved to pick up the page, but something was off, it shimmered and then crumpled into a pile of dust. This wasnât the file, it wasnât the real file. He almost slammed the front of the file shut into his lap before tossing the ash filed parchment onto his desk, âF-mmm. She knew.. she had to of known..â he muttered before moving out from behind the desk, he went down the hall to the records and coming up to the window began to write out the short request before handing it to the assistant. They read it and went off searching through the SI:7 archives. The next few moments would determine a lot of what would be required to clean up this mess. The assistant returned placing an envelop down and then his request, âSir, this file has already been checked out.â the assistant calmly stated. âBy whom?â the Overseer asked. âBy Former Agent M, Sir.â that made his jaw set, that man was dead, and also shouldnât of had access to even obtain such a file. He balls up a fist and past tight lips he mutters, âThank you.â as he slips from the window and starts to stalk down the way, Agent Druyar when she had been alive had been at the death of Agent M, he remembered reading her report of watching a blood elf ride away and coming upon Agent M bleeding out. There was nothing she could do for him, nothing to save the retired Agent, and she had found his place empty... empty. The Overseer groaned, she lied. She had found his secret stash, the files he had taken from the agency, and in them.. in them.. she found her own.. fully open file.
The thing that seemed quite odd was the lack of reaction she had to it, if she knew, then why hadnât she come at them? Why did she commit suicide? Her handler had sworn that she was not one to do that, that something else was at foul play. To the eye, it had been clear what had happened, she threw a fit and in the end sunk her own blade into her heart. The handler had shown up, pointed to things and said there had been a struggle, a fight, but it was an open and shut case. The agency chalked his accusations of further foul play to work related stress and having gotten to close to the agent. If anything that was something Agent Druyar had been good at. Making people lower their guard, getting them to feel a sense of loyalty to her, friendship. The Overseer had pondered these things as his footfalls lead him to standing right outside Shawâs office. âSir!â he said as the very busy manâs aid came out, âSorry, miss.â he said to her as he caught glimpse that the office was empty, âDo you know when the Director will be back?â to that the aid looked up at him and shook her head, âSorry, he said to postpone all meetings till tomorrow, I think heâs out. Do you need to relay a message?â she asked sweetly. âNo. No. Iâll handle this myself.â He then turned and headed off, Agent Druyarâs Will and Testament was still in his hand. Settling back at his desk he brushed the ash remains of the folder onto the trash and broke the seal to read the Will. âTo whom it may concern, I leave my house to the people of Westfall, to be sold and itâs proceeds to be returned back to Sentinel Hill, to further strengthen their protection of the farms that feed the city. My horses, to the care of my neighbor. The engagement ring be sent to Caerow Danvers with the note attached. The contents of my locker to one Ishbaneer Schatten, and lastly a final request. That Azokon be given no notice of my passing.â The Will was signed and dated in the late Agentâs hand to which he laid the will down lifting his fingers to rub at the rough shadow that was growing at his chin. He knew Azokon, he had been her first handler, secretly and she had fallen in love with him, even were to be married. They had broken that up with sending her on her first long-term assignment and sending Azokon on a deep cover assignment in the polar opposite direction. He had chosen to be considered KiA and they had used that, told Agent- Felsi.. that her fiance was murdered in the city streets. The lies they had weaved went both ways, but what was really the truth? The missing file had it all, her origin, how she came to be.. and what they had done to her. It unsettled him that he didnât know where the file was and looking to the box of her belongings he leans forward and pulls it to him before dumping it out upon the desk. To his eyes there was nothing special, only what an agent typically needed and one personal gift, a pair of daggers with a note, signed by a JH. He put everything back in the box and writing off the tag he sealed its contents and passed it off to an agent with instructions to take it to be dead dropped to one Ishbaneer Schatten. For now, nothing had surfaced about the missing file and the Overseer would pull out parchment to write up a report on what he had learned before sending it off.Â













