The Ability and the Courage (RPIT)|

[rayvan]

Rayvan looked at the building before her in trepidation, she didn't know why she was so worried but the flutter of her heart and the pounding of the blood through her veins was enough to have stopping and trying to gather herself before she went inside.

She wiped sweaty palms on the front of her jeans, took a deep breath and pushed open the door to 1st District Central. She had all the qualifications to the do the job she was applying for, the only thing she was lacking was taking the Detective test, but that should be a breeze since she had a Bachelor's Degree in just this kind of thing, and a Minor in Preternatural Studies.

Rayvan stood in the doorway and looked around before she approached the front desk and asked to speak to the Chief or someone else who was in charge. The desk Sergeant looked at her with a bored expression, until she told him she wanted to apply for a job with the RPIT. That had certainly gotten his attention and garnered fast fingers on the buttons of the phone.

[chance]

Chance strode briskly down the sidewalk, hands shoved deep in the pockets of the vintage Navy pea coat he wore, collar turned up against the ever present Chicago wind. He watched the numbers on the buildings he passed and glanced ahead, spotting what he figured he was looking for; the big building near the corner screamed ‘cop’.

Chance smiled. They all used the same architect, it seemed. Every cop shop in the country. Large, pretentious and solid. He unconsciously straightened his spine as he trotted up the steps and shoved his way through the door, stepping to the side by habit, not to silhouette himself in the doorway. Stupid, maybe, and unnecessary here, but drummed into him by habit over the past years.

Soft brown eyes took in the scene. The place was ever so slightly shabby, as most old departments got to look after awhile. There was never enough money to quite do the job, and what there was went into police work, not amenities. He saw the woman at the desk and stepped a bit closer, but held back so as not to intrude on her business. Idly, he looked her over, wondering what crime had brought her through the doors. Domestic dispute complaint? Nah… She didn’t look the type. Pretty, but not a complainer, he thought. It was a habit of his to watch people. Sometimes it even kept him alive.

[metatron]

Cord stormed along the hallway. He wasn't angry at anyone in particular more bemused. He'd been out manuevered. It was an amazing thing actually. Truly amazing. His deposition had been used as the flagstone for a revamping of the entire department. To his understanding it was the first time a promotion had been used as an indictment of a persons character. Crusinski's snafu had netted the department an additional allotment of cash and manpower.

He paused at the desk only slightly aware of the comings and goings around him. He'd taken inthe sight of the officer by the door and the woman who seemed torn. But he was less than concerned about the vice squad gawking and silently pointing in his direction. He was even mildly oblivious to the special crimes unit as the word of what the brass had tossed down reached their ears. GHe hadn't bothered to look at what had beenset aside for RPIt as he was sure that it could only be enough for a few extra menssalary and finally an approval for additional man hours. He had waited as he was sure that not even he would have been able to keep his peace if they'd considered an additional man a real benefit to the public welfare.

He waited until he was far enough away from the board so that he wouldn't need to hide his look of scorn and derision. He was far enough away to keep form battering his superiors with language that would make even a sailor blush. Opneing the prospectus of approved funds and restructuring Cord not only paused but stopped in full...

The bastards... They had given him enough to fully staff the unit and then some. His raise had come and it wasn't just for him but for the entire division. Their was an allotment for task specific rounds, first through third line antipersonnel defense measures,and a choice of task specific vehicles from the car pool. It was more than what he had ever hoped to gain from them. In fact it was too much. Especially as His eyes passed over the placement of a federal liason.

Sitting the folder down he finally fully took in the woman and the officer he'd never seen before. " You folks seem lost what canI do for you?"

[rayvan]

Rayvan turned her eyes to the man who seemed about ready to explode, he was on edge and looked like he needed drink, a very stiff drink. She turned away from the front desk and gave him her full attention, "Not lost at all," She tilted her head slightly, "But maybe you can help me, I'm looking for who ever is in charge of RPIT, I'm looking to join the ranks."

That said she waited silently, waited to see that sneer if disbelief, to hear that snort of derision as she was assessed and found wanting. There were several things that went against Rayvan in this particular field of work. One she was a woman, on top of that she was an attractive woman, not a big body corn fed woman who looked as if they could break you in half. Two, most of the time when she spoke it was done very softly, she didn't raise her voice unless she had to, so people always considered her to be mealymouthed and good for nothing.

She wouldn't let it stop her though as she had before, this time she was going to get the job that she wanted and she would prove to every man in here, that she was capable of doing the job as good as any of them, maybe better since she had an added extra advantage.

[chance]

Well, that answered that, Chance mused. Another potential RPIT. He stepped forward then, hands coming out of his pockets to show the letter he had received accepting his transfer to Chicago. “I’m Chance Mayhew,” he said in a quiet voice. “I believe someone’s expecting me?”

He smiled briefly at the woman, then returned his attention to the man before him. The guy didn’t look happy, but then, what cop ever did? Occupational hazard, in Chance’s experience. He nodded in the woman’s direction. “I believe she was here first, though. I can wait.” And he settled back on his heels, more patient than maybe he had a right to be. What was coming might actually be interesting to watch. He’s seen the determined set to the woman’s shoulders when she stated her purpose. Yeah, this might be amusing to watch.

[metatron]

Cord laughed out loud. The situation was the height of hilarity. he not only had two recruits transfers drop into his lap but they also happened to show just as he was thinking how well bought the brass thought he was. He'd seen Mayhews name but the woman was obviously a new recruit. Normally he'd have wanted to hand pick but a gift horse was best if taken whole cloth... for now.

Holding up his hands in surrender so that the woman wouldn't take his inappropriate laughter as an attack against her. Cord let his laughter die out of its own accord. Clearing his throat as the last titters faded away Cord straightened himself and snatched up the folder.
" Okay, now that thats done. You two with me we'll talk on the way upstairs. I'm Captain Cord your new LT isn't here yet so I'll get you both settled in and we can talk once he gets here. Mayhew I'm sure you know the ropes but young lady I didn't get your name..."

[rayvan]

Rayvan turned her head and gave and to the other man as he stepped forward, handing an envelope to the man she was addressing. He wasn't a bad looking guy, clean cut, and from the look of him he was experienced in the field of being a cop. It was written all over him really.

At the guffaw of laughter from the angry man Rayvan narrowed her eyes, intent on giving him what for if he thought for one minute he was going to send her packing. She'd set him back on his heels right quick. Before she could say anything and possibly completely make an ass of herself he raised his hands in surrender. She took a deep breath and pushed the anger back down.

He started speaking again and it was all Rayvan could do not let her jaw drop, he wasn't even going to argue with her, already telling her to fall in as one of them. Letting a smile creep onto her face she answered his question, "Rayvan, Rayvan Wolfbaen."

[chance]

Ok, the new boss surprised him; not one raised eyebrow at the new woman who wanted to be RPIT. He wasn’t sure what he thought about that. Not that he had a problem with woman cops, as long as they weren’t prima donas, and he didn’t for a moment peg this gal as one of those, but that he would accept her so quickly. Were they that short of personnel here? What the hell did it mean that anyone could walk in off the street and be taken seriously?

As Rayven gave her name, he stuck out his hand. “Chance. In case you didn’t catch it.” She, too, seemed a little surprised at Cord’s words, but he suspected her reasons were different. She’d expected an argument, he’d bet. Little and female. Yeah, he’d just bet she’d taken the Captain’s laugh wrong. So had he, actually.

He let her lead the way following the Captain, not being chauvinistic, but just because training usually put him bringing up the rear guard if someone else took lead. Yeah… Cop, through and through.

[metatron]

Cord had regained his full sense of self. Slowing at the elevators he changed his mind. Heturnwed around to backpeala few steps. " Okay WolfBaen, Mayhew will be your STO office until you make it through the training. Its obvious that you are green.Unfortunately most people wash out so I hope to see you on the other side. Luckily we don't have nearly as many hoops to jump through. Mayhew stash your gear get to my office its up these stairs. We have cases that are cool and dying no need to wait. Wolfbaen you're with me there are some releases for you to sign."

[rayvan]

Rayvan offered her hand to Chance, making sure that her shields were all carefully in place, the last thing she needed was to get a blast of his past and end up with a raging headache or something as equally dreadful like. "Nice to meet you Chance." She followed the Captain toward the elevator, when he stopped she did to in a straight military style march stop, not even a second between his cessation of motion and hers.

Rayvan turned and looked at Chance then back to the Captain, "I can assure you I can pass the training Sir, I have been in training for this since I was 6 years old. I can probably shoot better than most men on your squad and take down a man three times my size without breaking a sweat. I'm not as green as you might believe Sir, I have a Bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice as as well a Minor in Preternatural Studies. I can even anticipate your move before you make it." With this she flashed him a smirk. She paused for a split second and took a breath, "And I can tell you what you're thinking, right now."

She stopped there, not wanting to push, but she was pretty sure she had made her point, she wasn't just another pretty face, she knew her shit and she knew what she was talking about.