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“Sir, control your butterflies please. Lovely as they are, their wings keep smacking my eyelashes.” He grumbles, shooing a couple away from his face, having half a mind to just bite one at this point. “I just have a few questions and then I’ll be out of your hair.” Cases that involved the feral and seemingly questionable characters weren’t Ted’s favorite kind to handle. Double the potential variables that could spawn wormholes in the continuum or worse, could create divergent timelines, GTF agents had play closer to the chest, really dig into the guidelines and regulations from their rookie days. When he tried to hand the case off to another gargoyle, his handler shut it down before the sentence was even halfway out of his mouth.
Why was it so important for him to handle this? Whatever the situation may be, Ted resigned to pull out his handheld telepad and a small stylist pen and begin scribbling out some notes about the date, timeline, and the suspect in question before him. He has a job to and a case to close after all.
Eyes still on the lit up screen, he adds, “I can come back in a few days if that suits you better, but I do have to ask these questions. Or I can take you in for questioning. I’m sure you understand that neither of us would prefer the latter option.”