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10secondcar) wrote2015-05-01 05:51 pm
10secondcar) wrote2015-05-01 05:51 pm
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Baltimore, Maryland, Friday Morning
Apparently the FBI only had so many people who could pass in the underground racing scene, and so Brian had been put on a red eye from Miami with no more explanation than, "They need you in Maryland," for his trouble. The news kept getting worse from there: apparently his reputation had preceded him, and the locals had decided to make his life as amusing to them as possible.
"Teaching?" he demanded as he skimmed his cover identity's dossier. "I can't teach."
Nelson didn't seem to care. "It's a private school, you don't need a license. You'll be teaching driver's ed." There was apparently something funny about that, from the way his partner snickered into her coffee. "Apartment's already been set up for you, you just have to get the keys from the landlord."
"Great," Brian muttered, wondering what kind of rathole they'd stuck him in. "When do I start?"
"Monday," Nelson said, and McIntosh snickered again. "But you have to be there for orientation tomorrow morning."
Brian considered swearing, but bit it down. He'd earned this, as far as they were concerned, and they didn't get to see him ruffled. So he just said, "I'll need access to your seizure database so I can pick a car." They could see the reason in that, at least: if he was going to infiltrate the racing scene he would need a car, and one that he could make work for him. And if he had to be on the island tomorrow for his cover job, he only had today to tweak it. Once he was set up at a computer, the first thing he did wasn't access the database, though. Instead, he looked up this school, skimmed its website, and, not finding anything too suspicious there, looked up the island it was located on. And then he groaned and leaned back in the chair, grinning at the sheer audacity of it.
"Hey," he said to McIntosh at the next desk. She mostly ignored him, but he went on: "How am I supposed to teach driver's ed on an island that doesn't allow cars?" He had to live there, too, but that was beside the point right now.
"Not my problem, O'Conner."
"Of course it's not," he muttered. He was pulling at least two cars from the database for this. Maybe even three.
((Establishy backstory is establishy!))
"Teaching?" he demanded as he skimmed his cover identity's dossier. "I can't teach."
Nelson didn't seem to care. "It's a private school, you don't need a license. You'll be teaching driver's ed." There was apparently something funny about that, from the way his partner snickered into her coffee. "Apartment's already been set up for you, you just have to get the keys from the landlord."
"Great," Brian muttered, wondering what kind of rathole they'd stuck him in. "When do I start?"
"Monday," Nelson said, and McIntosh snickered again. "But you have to be there for orientation tomorrow morning."
Brian considered swearing, but bit it down. He'd earned this, as far as they were concerned, and they didn't get to see him ruffled. So he just said, "I'll need access to your seizure database so I can pick a car." They could see the reason in that, at least: if he was going to infiltrate the racing scene he would need a car, and one that he could make work for him. And if he had to be on the island tomorrow for his cover job, he only had today to tweak it. Once he was set up at a computer, the first thing he did wasn't access the database, though. Instead, he looked up this school, skimmed its website, and, not finding anything too suspicious there, looked up the island it was located on. And then he groaned and leaned back in the chair, grinning at the sheer audacity of it.
"Hey," he said to McIntosh at the next desk. She mostly ignored him, but he went on: "How am I supposed to teach driver's ed on an island that doesn't allow cars?" He had to live there, too, but that was beside the point right now.
"Not my problem, O'Conner."
"Of course it's not," he muttered. He was pulling at least two cars from the database for this. Maybe even three.
((Establishy backstory is establishy!))