Clyde Perry |JUNIOR FIELD AGENT|

CLYDE’s OFFICE

Clyde, sitting behind his desk and waiting for you to enter. He’s been making you do errands for him, he just sits at his desk and does less work but says he does everything. He thinks he does, maybe he does. He sits there in his chair, one ankle over his knee and smoking a cigarette and wearing his reading glasses while looking through files of people

“Snotty brown nosed, woman.” he muttered as he looked at a picture of a reagent that’s been stubborn with him, then flipping the page.

your job is basically checking personnel records, comparing witness statements, tracking who accessed certain documents, accompanying Clyde during interviews, gathering information from employees, reporting inconsistencies, and occasionally going into the field with him. As for right now though, you’re running late. He needs your reports on a certain possible ‘worker’ (slave) here. You were supposed to be there sixteen minutes ago.

“For cryin’ out loud…”

he muttered against his cigarette while he glanced at the clock for the hundredth time already