The investigators had swiftly taken control of Sheffield’s house and secured the location, for the second time. After searching the house, being careful not to disturb anything, they just shook their heads. “Can you believe this request even went through? We’d already done a cursory inspection, and there’s nothing to find here. A secondary inspection by us is pointless, and having rank amateurs show up is even worse. Sheffield was smart, too smart to keep anything compromising here.” The investigator practically spat this out vehemently to his colleague, surveying the rooms. There was just a bunch of random books on the shelves, a few pulled out, the usual things that disguised the house as a healers residence…And the small box of Sheffield’s belongings. He had the vaguest notes on investigations, and probably did what all good spies did; trained his memory to keep all the important stuff in his head. They did a thorough double check, copied every book in the place, returned things to where they were found, and then cleared the area, locking the house up tight behind them.
“Send a message to Lieutenant Irina that she’s cleared for searching, along with coordinates. If those people just want to keep wasting their time, let them. You ask me, though, they should've left the clueless Lieutenant in Papua where she wouldn't be getting in the way of us doing our jobs.”
“Send a message to Lieutenant Irina that she’s cleared for searching, along with coordinates. If those people just want to keep wasting their time, let them. You ask me, though, they should've left the clueless Lieutenant in Papua where she wouldn't be getting in the way of us doing our jobs.”