Post by Ira on Aug 27, 2022 3:07:07 GMT
It was a four-hour drive, roughly, from where Ben had received her information packet to her destination. From Washington DC, DC, to Pittsburgh, PA. Specifically, from the FBI Washington DC Field Office to the Hunting Inn Motel, where they would be staying. The Motel was some dingy little place a little bit outside of the city. According to google reviews, the place was 'exactly what you're paying for.' Ben would be paying $39 a night for a double, so it sufficed to say she was terrified. But if the motel was too terrible to stay in, Ben could always sleep in the trailer she was pulling behind her. It would not be the first time.
Although the FBI was known for repaying all expenses sent to them by their employees, Ben had unfortunately destroyed her relationship with the woman who handled her department's finances. On one hand, Ben thought the old lady should just let the argument they had go, on the other hand, Ben faintly recalled calling her an 'infuriating devil woman possessed by an intense desire to tear apart the sanity of all those around her.' In Ben's defense, the woman was claiming a $400 flight to Phoenix, AZ, was a 'personal expense' rather than a business expense because Ben mentioned enjoying her work time there. Ben still ended up paying for that flight.
BAM! The rickety Ford F-250 slammed Ben and her work partner, Vesta, up into the air and back down into their seats. The seatbelts did nothing to keep them secured. Ben would curse the old truck if she wasn't terrified it would hear her and break down for good. Sighing deeply while rubbing her -now sore- head, Ben glanced over towards her partner and asked, "So, it'll be noon when we get to Pittsburgh, do you, uh, wanna get food?" While she asked about food, what she was really searching for was a distraction from the work they had cut out for them.
Pittsburgh had exploded in the last few months with sightings, rumors, and police reports about metahumans. So much so that the FBI had alerted her to the problem before the mayor officially requested their professional assistance. According to the request, Ben and Vesta were tasked with assisting every police department in the entire city catch metahuman criminals. Normally, this was not exactly a difficult kind of assignment. After all, Ben had only ever worked in cities where the max amount of metahuman 'problems' were two separate instances.
But Pittsburgh had close to a dozen, and it didn't appear as though these instances were slowing down. Unbeknownst to Ben, she had immediately zoned out into her own thoughts shortly after asking Vesta her question. If Vesta responded without physically grabbing Ben's attention, it was unlikely Ben would even notice Vesta's response.
Although the FBI was known for repaying all expenses sent to them by their employees, Ben had unfortunately destroyed her relationship with the woman who handled her department's finances. On one hand, Ben thought the old lady should just let the argument they had go, on the other hand, Ben faintly recalled calling her an 'infuriating devil woman possessed by an intense desire to tear apart the sanity of all those around her.' In Ben's defense, the woman was claiming a $400 flight to Phoenix, AZ, was a 'personal expense' rather than a business expense because Ben mentioned enjoying her work time there. Ben still ended up paying for that flight.
BAM! The rickety Ford F-250 slammed Ben and her work partner, Vesta, up into the air and back down into their seats. The seatbelts did nothing to keep them secured. Ben would curse the old truck if she wasn't terrified it would hear her and break down for good. Sighing deeply while rubbing her -now sore- head, Ben glanced over towards her partner and asked, "So, it'll be noon when we get to Pittsburgh, do you, uh, wanna get food?" While she asked about food, what she was really searching for was a distraction from the work they had cut out for them.
Pittsburgh had exploded in the last few months with sightings, rumors, and police reports about metahumans. So much so that the FBI had alerted her to the problem before the mayor officially requested their professional assistance. According to the request, Ben and Vesta were tasked with assisting every police department in the entire city catch metahuman criminals. Normally, this was not exactly a difficult kind of assignment. After all, Ben had only ever worked in cities where the max amount of metahuman 'problems' were two separate instances.
But Pittsburgh had close to a dozen, and it didn't appear as though these instances were slowing down. Unbeknownst to Ben, she had immediately zoned out into her own thoughts shortly after asking Vesta her question. If Vesta responded without physically grabbing Ben's attention, it was unlikely Ben would even notice Vesta's response.
