12-06-2013, 02:17 PM
Folders in his hand, the redhead paged threw them just to find the exact cell location of his new team. He didn't want to get the extra exercise so he was going to arrange them in a way that would exert less energy. Alphabetical order was thrown right out the window with him! Besides, did it matter who he spoke to first? No, so long as he spoke to all of them. Finding the cell numbers, he committed them to memory.
Mozilla, 72. Lolipop, 96. Vex, 127. Discord, 151.
The odds were certainly in his favor, as they were semi-clustered. With a smile, he was glad he could avoid Hall 001. It was probably his least favorite hall because it tended to house the most problematic criminals. In his book, Reino and Vlad, the two slated for Hime's team, were probably the worst of all the inmates. Vlad sought freedom. Reino was a loose canon; you never knew which side he would fight for -- himself or the law. Although, as he read over Discord's profile, he began to wonder if perhaps he would be more of a threat than those two. "Talk about split personality," he mused to himself. He didn't really know much about Discord, aside from his visitations with the psych-ward. Now, Vex? Sycom remembered Vex; she killed those four boys. The scary part was that he went to the same school as her. He vaguely remembered her, but he did recall her being the butt end of the bully's jokes and torture. Sycom, like Vex, was picked on in school and, despite his desire to help her, he just couldn't for he was often bullied himself. It wasn't until Daliah decided to stand up for him that the bullies backed off. Still, Sycom kicked himself for not having the balls to help a fellow victim out. He couldn't help but wonder that, if he had, if she would have walked another path. His other teammate, Mozilla, was a rather honorable vigilante, at least in Sycom's mind. He fought for equality and slaughtered those who hurt women and children. Although killing was frowned upon, his firm belief in fairness was admirable. Sycom was actually thrilled to have the guy on his team. Hell, maybe he could get a few romance novel suggestions from him!
The last teammate, Lolipop, was the one he decided to visit first as her cell was before Mozilla's. Folding the files into a pocket-size pack, he placed them in his shirt pocket for later use. Keeping only Lolipop's file out, he glanced over the notes. She would be fun. As the twenty-one year old lolita, she was sure to be a doll to interact with. Her figure was slender but fit, which suited the era she was dressing in. Reading her Attitude Test information, he saw that the records indicated that she had a light sense of humor, almost childish in a sense. This instantly made Sycom breathe a sigh of relief. He, too, had a lighthearted sense of humor so they had at least one thing in common, besides the fact that he loves candy.
Standing before her cell, he took a nice inhale before releasing the exhale slowly. Some of the agents opened the cells via the doors, but Sycom new better than to allow an inmate to escape. Before phasing through the wall, he knocked, which alerted Lolipop of his presence. As his feet pushed through the barrier first, he soon appeared in her room. His attire had changed to the Kevlar suit that was required to phase through walls, but it wasn't just for the walls. No, it was a precaution for the Purium enhanced criminals. The Purium Blaster (a gun) at his hip was another precaution. All agents were equipped with the PB as it was written in the rules to carry it. Thankfully, only agents could activate the PB so if any criminal tried to grab it, they would be stocked into a coma. The perks of being an agent!
"Hello, Lolipop. I see you're looking cute as ever." Pulling out some new ribbons for her to play with, he draped them over a chair that was tucked away beside him. "Oh, Daliah sends her thanks. The mascara you suggested is exactly what she was looking for. Keep this up and you might land a job as Daliah's personal make-up artist. Wouldn't that be fun?"
Sycom's approach to talking to criminals differed drastically from that of his comrades. Most jumped right to the case at hand. But Sycom? Well, he eased his way into the situation. The inmates knew he was there for a reason, but he didn't want to bother them with the mission right off the bat. From previous experience, he found that the inmates liked his informal sense of commanding. It almost, just almost, made the criminals feel like they were an equal to Sycom. He neither stood above nor below them. It was one of the reasons why was in control of 36 criminals, all of which worked with him in the TechComm Lab.
Smiling, he sat down criss-cross-applesauce in front of Lolipop. He placed her file behind him, as he wouldn't need to really read that. He could learn everything he wanted just by interacting and watching her. "Oh no," he said with a look of sadness in his eyes. Standing instantly, he walked over to Lolipop. Without hesitation, he tied up one of her ribbons back into a bow. And yes, it actually looked like a bow. Sycom was known for his superb hair care and styling. "There we go, much better!" he sang in his usual chipper tone.
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