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Queen of Tragedy
Join Date: Mar 2009
Location: Place of rocks and trees, and trees and rocks...and water.
Ack, and this part got cut out of the first post
Crime Never Sleeps
Revised Part 4 B
Crime Never Sleeps, Revised Part 4B
“Hello,” Fate greeted the Long Arch staff as she strode into the office, waving as her friends called greetings back. She stopped by the desk of Hayate’s new intern secretary, asking her politely, “Excuse me, do you know if the Lieutenant-general is available?”
“Enforcer Harlaown!” The young woman stared at Fate with awestruck eyes, making Fate blush slightly in reply. Breathlessly, the secretary beamed and tapped away at her computer. “Ah yes, she doesn’t have another meeting until 20:00 with the other Ground Forces Division commanders…do you need to arrange a meeting with her?”
“No, just inviting a friend out for dinner,” Fate smiled.
“Yes ma’am.” The secretary pushed a call button. “Lieutenant-general?”
Hayate’s voice came back through the channel full of wry humour. “Who?”
Fate giggled as the secretary blushed before stammering, “Um, I meant, Hayate-sama?”
“A few more weeks, and I’m sure we can get it down to ‘Hayate-san’,” Hayate replied cheerfully. “Yes?”
“Enforcer Harlaown is here to see you.”
“Fate-chan! Come in!”
Fate entered Hayate’s office, waving at Rein. “Hayate, can I take you out for some dinner? You’ve been cooped up in here all day.”
Hayate glanced at her myriad of open screens, then decisively shut down all her monitors. “Sure, let’s go—Rein?”
“I’ll stay and finish some of these schedules for you,” Rein replied, exchanging a look with Fate. “Have a good dinner!”
“How are you adjusting to your new promotion?” Fate asked as they walked towards the mess hall. “I heard from Chrono that you seem to be doing really well.”
“Oh, it’s definitely more work than I expected!” Hayate replied. “Right now, I’m mostly reviewing all the different divisions and seeing how things can become more efficient. Catch-up work, really—I’m glad Griffith and Lucino and Rein and the others are so good at their jobs, or else I’d be in trouble, with all the side work I’m also doing.”
Subtly, Fate winced at that. She waited until they had gotten their food and settled at a table before carefully broaching the topic. “Hm, Hayate?”
Stabbing at her pasta and twirling her fork to gather up the spaghetti, Hayate raised an eyebrow. “Yes, Fate-chan?”
“…Are you sure you’re not working yourself too hard? The Gallant Case seems to be taking up a lot of your time.”
“Funny thing I discovered,” Hayate said, her hands stilling, “Is that the more busy you are, the more you’re able to find a way to have time to do everything—interesting, isn’t it?” Internally, Fate winced—Hayate had definitely become sharper over the last few years. Even though Hayate’s light-hearted tone hadn’t changed Fate knew that she was aware that Fate was concealing something.
“Okaa-san mentioned that to me one time, and I’m only starting to understand what she means,” Fate answered. In a normal conversation, Hayate would have latched on to that statement and demanded if Fate was over-working herself, what kind of cases she had recently, et cetera. But Hayate simply put her forkful of pasta into her mouth, chewing quietly and waiting for Fate to speak.
Fate prodded at her rice before taking a breath. “Carina Favager asked me to speak in defence of Raven Gallant.”
Hayate froze for a moment, then continued chewing. She swallowed. “And you said…?”
Fate gave her an imploring look. “You know how Nanoha feels about this case. And…I can’t
“Find a way,” Hayate said softly. “Please, Fate-chan. You know Auris won’t have any mercy during the trial.” She paused before saying, even softer, “You know
won’t. Please don’t do it.”
Fate sighed. “Hayate…I understand better than Nanoha does about this whole situation, you know that. But even so…I can’t just let that girl suffer because of politics.” She had to bite down the urge to add,
and the Hayate I knew wouldn’t either
. Undoubtedly, there was more going on than just the power struggle between Hayate and Auris, or else Hayate would never throw a little girl to the wolves for it.
Fate hoped so.
Hayate shook her head, more vehemently than Fate expected. The brunette exhaled and drank her coffee, gulping it down while Fate robotically began eating her rice. “I suppose you couldn’t, huh, Fate-chan?” Hayate looked at her sadly. “Not when it’s a kid in trouble.”
“Chrono’s been out of sorts lately,” Fate said abruptly. “At first, he seemed to be really defending your decisions, then suddenly he’s asking lots of details about what you’re doing.”
Smiling crookedly, Hayate replied with, “Why do you ask, Fate-chan? Are you here to spy on me?”
That hurt. What hurt worse was the fact that Hayate had actually said it aloud. “Former NSIS Director that he was, I’m sure Chrono can do his spying on his own.”
Hayate shrugged tiredly. “I’m not supposed to tell you, but Chrono’s one of our expert witnesses. I had to tell him about some of our arguments, and he wasn’t happy with the direction we’re going, that’s all.”
Now that made Fate’s blood run cold. “I see,” she said noncommittally, keeping her body language at ease. “Well, it’s our duty…I guess we can’t help it.”
“No, we can’t,” Hayate agreed, and they continued to eat in silence.
Hayate, what are you getting yourself into?
Fate thought, resisting the urge to shiver.
to be wary of where you’re going…
Whatever game you’re playing, Hayate…I’m not sure if I want you to win or lose. What’s the price of either?
Auris skimmed through the early edition newspaper as she walked down the hall, balancing a cup of coffee and all her files in her other hand. A glimmer of light from underneath a doorway made her pause, then turn and enter the room, walking up to knock on Hayate’s office door, the outer office silent and empty.
The door hissed open remotely, and Auris raised an eyebrow. “Do you ever sleep?”
“I’m sorry?” Hayate asked, amused as she went back to her breakfast, the details of the Gallant case pinned to a bulletin board by her desk.
“It’s five in the morning,” Auris said, setting her things down on a free corner of Hayate’s desk and wandering over to examine the set-up of the evidence board. “Your light was still on at 01:00 this morning, and since you live off base it’s unlikely that you had gone home at all.”
“Your car left the parking lot at 01:15, and since you live on base you likely had a little less than three hours at your place,” responded Hayate, finishing off her pancakes. “Since you took your files home with you, I’m guessing that between showering and working, you didn’t sleep either.”
Auris chuckled, walking back over to Hayate’s desk. “And yet our first court appearance is at 09:00 this morning.”
“I sent this to Channel 8 today,” Hayate said instead, sliding a sheet over to Auris.
“Really?” She glanced at it, then separated a few pictures from her own papers and tossed it over to Hayate. “I sent those to Channel 32 last night.”
“I’ll send those to the Cranagan Press as well, it’ll give them something to fight over.” Hayate gulped down her coffee, pouring herself another from the coffee-maker set up on one of her cabinets. “Coffee?”
“Please.” Auris watched Hayate fix their drinks, seating herself. She had come to become very familiar with this chair in the last few days, it was grossly uncomfortable. Auris wasn’t sure if Hayate had set it out special for her or if she kept it in her office all the time, dissuading people from lingering. It seemed odd, for Hayate’s personality…but maybe that’s what the couch behind her desk was for. Brisk business, then comfortable conversations?
“Are you sure you’re ready for today?” Auris flicked her pale brown hair out of her eyes, settling her glasses. “I don’t think you’ve ever encountered these TSAB courts before.”
“I’ve been on the other side of the panel before,” Hayate joked lightly, sipping her coffee. She had to know that Auris had problems with that aspect of her past; so she must have made the joke deliberately. Auris made a note to keep a careful rein on her emotions while keeping her body language casual. Hayate finished with a more serious, “I’ll be fine. This is only testing the waters for both sides, after all.” She picked up the official court summons, glancing at the names of the participants. “Officers Thomas Jettal and Carina Favager…Do you recognize who the defenders are?”
“No, they’re probably expendables,” Auris said. Noticing Hayate’s look, Auris elaborated. “You’re a big name, and mine is now infamous. The brass isn’t going to risk having other respected officers get torn down in a courtroom over such a media-driven case. To tell you the truth, I half-expected Harlaown—Chrono Harlaown, that is—to volunteer for this case anyways. He seems to have a history with situations like this one.”
“How could he, when everyone knows that he was the former NSIS director?” Hayate replied, ignoring the pointed comment hidden in Auris’ statement. “Conflict of interest would be too high.”
“Did you know that Admiral Leti and Admiral Lindy were privately approached by certain High Council members to help Gallant with this case?”
“What?” Hayate’s composure slipped. “Which ones?”
Auris gave her a look, shaking her head with a smile. Really, Hayate should know better than to ask. Hayate sighed and shook her head. She breathed deeply, then inquired, “Why didn’t they take the case?”
“They just said no,” Auris told her. She expected Hayate to ask incredulously something along the lines of “that simple?”, but Hayate only nodded and said, “I see.” A frown threatened to twitch onto Auris’ face.
So, Hayate had planned for that too. Is her motivation simply to get me to owe her one? Or is she trying for something more complicated?
Hayate rose, stretching and stifling a yawn. “So, what’s in the paper?”
Auris looked down at her forgotten newspaper, flipping to page three. “Daily News, third page; there’s a small bit about the case, a mostly neutral blurb about what the Gallant case is about. Did you send them this tidbit on controversy in the TSAB ranks about the case?”
“I might have,” Hayate grinned, but she only looked tired instead of amused.
“Are you sure that’s wise? You’re setting the public’s expectations up—they’ll be expecting something dirty and bloody from us today.”
“And you think that it won’t be?” Hayate held something in her hand—Auris guessed that it was her Device from the glint of gold chain that hung through her fingers.
Honestly, Auris said, “It’s not what I would have expected from you.”
“I’m usually predictable?” Hayate chuckled, opening her window to let in some cold morning air. She hung on the windowsill, inhaling deeply. “I should try harder.”
“You should try to sleep a few hours,” Auris grunted, skimming over their arguments one more time. Was Hayate shooting down all of Auris’ attempts into figuring out her odd behaviour on purpose or by accident? “Even if it’s just testing the waters, the first day will set off the media-storm. We need to be at our best.”
“I’m young, I can survive a few nights without sleep,” Hayate quipped, her eyes twinkling.
“Are you saying I can’t?” Auris said dryly.
Hayate laughed and walked back over, tucking her device back into her pocket, her hand lingering over the spot. “What a cold glare. I’ll see you at 09:00.”
After this, will be Day 1 of the trial scenes which I'm having trouble writing....
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