@halfgrown
"Alright listen up," Oscar called for the attention of the room.
His attention was still focused on the case file in his hand, going over it quickly before shutting it and giving his full attention to the agents and officers in front of him. They were thisclose to catching this asshole and would need to work together on this - regardless of their positions in the legal hierarchy.
"Our suspect's most recent kill was 30 miles west of here and his last was two states away making this both our jurisdiction and yours. Now I know historically our respective branches of law enforcement don't always see eye to eye, but we need to be a team if we're gonna get this piece of shit," he continued, one of his guys handing him a clipboard.
He glanced at the list of names in front of him and began reading them off, momentarily glancing up to put faces with the unknowns.
“Teams are as follows: Smith and Rogers. McNamey and Waters. Woodrow and Johnson. Sanders and Wilson,” he spouted off as the agents and cops paired off and left for their respective duties. “Eliott,” he said switching to his partner's first name, glancing her way and dropping the clipboard on a nearby table. “You’re with me,” he told her as he made his way over. “We have witnesses in sector seven to interview. I hope your people skills are up to par,” he gently teased as they walked.
