What do you want? (John Doe)

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

A Protan officer would be drumming his fingers on the desk in front of him.

"I'm told you are looking for work?"

The man said looking completely bored and rather unamused by the man in front of him.

[John Doe]

The problem with living as long as he had is people began to blur together.  Not in a way that made everyone an indistinct blob, but into groups.  Like different variations of the same person.  Most people could be grouped up and filed away.  At least in his brain.  The officer that sat in front of him was like so many people that he'd seen before.  Doctors in the lab, sitting in their cold sterile offices asking him what he felt, what he thought, never listening, always writing what they wanted on their little boards.  He'd killed one of them just like this man when he broke free.  Stabbed him in the neck with the restraint he tried to use on him.  His lips curled upward just a tick into a warm smile as he silently wondered if he would fall backwards or forwards if his neck was stabbed.  If he would grasp at his throat in a futile effort to keep the blood from flowing out of his new blow hole, or if he would try to strike back with his last ounce of strength.  His money was on the second, the guy seemed like he needed to be super tough and have everyone know it.  Normally he'd say that would lead to the opposite of fighting back, but with Prota they were all augmented.  Like a cleaner and cheaper version of him.  More refined and with less of the baggage, but none of the character.  The way he sat there, projecting a sense of boredom made him think back to a mercenary captain he'd worked with a few years back.  Until John got into a heated argument with him and gouged out both of his eyes.  After that he decided he needed to find some other line of work. 

"Yes indeed Sir, and I'm told this is the place to get it."

He kept his smile on his face, one leg crossed over the other as he watched the man.  Just like he watched everyone.  No jokes, no games, he was looking for work and he didn't much care where he got it generally.  But at the moment he felt it best to go through some bigger or more official channels.  The issue was he didn't just need money right now, he needed information on the whereabouts of old Barker facilities in Prota lands, or failing that.  The services of a doctor to recreate certain medicines that he needed.  

OOC: 

Qi use 1/15

Body Language Analysis: This special sight comes from over experimentation with injecting the Red Color drug directly into his retina. He is able to read body language to discern almost any intention. From truth and lies, to unspoken words and communications. In combat he can see if someone is hiding an injury or weakness, distracting him, holding back, and even make him more perceptive to oncoming attacks, defenses, or counters. Raising his Perception by 75% his perception.

Perception 52

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

"Right..."

The officer sighed and flipped through a few papers on his desk.

"And what exactly are your... qualifications?"

[John Doe]

His smile remained unwavering as he began to mirror the officer with his tapping. Tapping on his leg in the same rhythm and beat as the officer tapping on his desk. The question was vague and it was pretty clear the man had made up his mind on what he thought. He was angry and bitter, obviously being punished for some fuck up or another. He could see the chastisement in the way the man held himself, but also defiant about it. Choosing to blame those around him and lash out at them rather than reflect. Most people would probably try to appease the man, submit and let him roll over them. But that wasn't going to get him anywhere. It's what the guy wants, what he's expecting, and he needed to know how this relationship was going to work. And it wasn't going to be with John cowering because someone couldn't keep his hands out of the god damn cookie jar.

"Well, I am a good judge of character and very well suited to appraising a situation. It's useful to make sure I don't overreach ending up with me being given desk duty, lashing out at my subordinates as I deride and dismiss talented individuals who are offering to work to fix problems for not just myself, but my superiors. I am modest, so I don't much care for glory or praise and am more than happy to let someone else receive the accolades of my achievements as long as I get what I need. Beyond that... I suppose you could tell me what you think I'm good at."

He'd say looking up, his red eyes staring at the man unblinkingly, none of the kindness and warmth from his smile or voice touching them.

"My qualifications are if I don't think I'll get the job done then I don't take the damn job."

He'd settle back in the chair, the fire leaving his eyes as he shifted and adjusted himself. Uncrossing his legs and crossing the other one over the first this time.

"Also my favorite color is Red if we need to go over the pointless questions to help you feel in control." Another big cheerful smile, with a tone that was only trying to help and be proactive.

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

The rage in the room was palpable. His tapping stopped as he clenched his fist, hard. His knuckles turning white die to pressure.

"And what. Exactly. Is it that you want?"

He would say through grit teeth.

[John Doe]

They may as well just be having a nice cup of tea for all the reaction John gave to the man gritted his teeth, his own fury increasing. He idly wondered if people outside of the office could hear what was going on, or if the room was bugged. And if so, how much they were enjoying the show. He couldn't imagine the officer had many close friends if he was acting like this already. But then again, that wasn't John's place to judge. He'd been known to have a temper himself. Emotions could run hot, he understood that. And far be it from him to take offense from it.

"Information on the locations of the derelict and abandoned Barker facilities within Prota borders."

A completely reasonable request.

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

"Oh is that all?!"

The man scoffed. But a twinkle suddenly appeared in his eye!

"Well, tell you what."

The man opened his drawer and pulled out some files rummaging through them and throwing one on the table on front of John.

"Here. I have a mission for you think you can handle it. There have been reports of a rogue agent in Territory 235, The Crimson Kingdom as the locals like to call it. Bring back the target, alive. And I might have answers for you."

The man folded his arms and waited for John to go over the information. The targets name was Bernard Fuentes. Aside from the basic mumbo jumbo the file also included a Picture of the man. He is apparently known for being quite crafty. Able to get in and out of places almost completely unnoticeable.

[John Doe]

"That would be sufficient yes. Unless you wish to throw in more out of the kindness of your heart."

He'd say with a wry smile, taking the file on his target. A young guy, crafty and on the run. If he was able to give Prota the slip long enough that they were willing to outsource the task it meant he was probably smart. And if he was known for it, he would know he was smart. He could use that, arrogance was a nasty thing that often crept up on the young and hotblooded. They tend to have something to prove and a chip on their shoulders much like his employer here. But those chips often created little blindspots. He'd find those and exploit them. It was a more reliable option than trying to brute force the matter since the target is needed alive.

"What enhancements and augmented abilities have you given him? I would also like to know how long this agent has been rogue for and what he was doing before he turned."

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

"Hmph. That is all classified information. Just do the job with what I have given you or leave."

The officer would say tapping a pencil on his desk smugly.

[John Doe]

"Very well."

He placed the file back on the desk and stood up.

"As I said before, if I do not believe I can do the job then I will not take the job. If I am expected to bring back an agent alive with no knowledge of what he is capable of, or even the time frame that he is missing then it is clear that you are not very interested in seeing him brought back alive. At least when stacked against your need to define your dominance over those working under you. I hope that your superiors are tolerant of your failures."

He'd brush off his pants and turn to start heading for the door.

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

"Just remember, if you fail to bring the subject back alive. You will be the failure. Not me."

The officer said with a sick smile on his face. It was obvious that John Doe failing was all he was interested in.

[John Doe]

"Oh, I'm sorry, you misunderstand. I'm not taking the job."

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

"Tsk tsk. That is a shame. Oh well, I guess that's what I should come to expect from worthless failures like yourself."

The man would say waving the air in front of him as if John Doe reeked.

[John Doe]

John smiled to himself. The failures had all died. For better or worse, he was what he was. It was more of that arrogance from before, so many of the new ones had it. A smug sense of superiority, ready to discard that came before. That which had endured more than the situations of their own creation. He'd been called worse than a failure before, and he was sure he would be called worse again. And by people far more in control of themselves. As it was, this task even being offered to someone like him likely meant that there had been a string of failures beforehand. Especially if the information he requested really was 'classified'. He was confident that it was not his own head on the chopping block for this.

"Perhaps we will compare notes when you find yourself being recycled. But I am a man of my word, and I won't take a job if I don't have what I need to complete it. The inability or unwillingness to provide that is on you. Now unless you plan to stop jerking me around and give me what I need then I will have to ask you to stop wasting my time. There are other clients out there that are more interested in results than asserting their own ego."

He placed his hand on the knob, ready to leave if he didn't get the answer he wanted.

"Tick tock."

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

The mans demeanor changed. His eyes started shifting and he adjust himself differently.

"He hasn't been augmented according to my reports. And he has been gone long enough to incorporate himself into that territory as one of their own. So a few years or so."

However, this mans confidence and ego didn't seem to be as high when he spoke.

"Take the job or leave it, I don't care. You're the leader being that asked for assistance I'm merely offering you the scraps I have available. You should be thankful I'm being this generous at all."

And he was back to his old self just as if it hadn't left at all.