Jesse Faden glances out the window of the escort car before opening the door and stepping out. Maybe people would expect a director of a federal agency to look more formal, but that's never really been her style. At least, not when she can get away with it. A field response? She could get away with just her tactical gear.
« Blending in and making yourself not look out of the ordinary. Funny, I know. »
She nods to a similar dressed down agent who exits the other side of the car. Then, she opens the door and makes her way slowly down the wooden hallway.
« A cabin? Okay. It wouldn't be my first guess for an interrogation. »
Bright Falls, Washington. It had been on the Bureau's notice since the '70s. The first time the AWE went active. Documents she found said that it went active again in 2010--the same time the famous author went missing. The news had been all over the place that the Alan Wake had disappeared during a holiday with his wife. No one could locate him in local law enforcement, the FBI, and not even the Bureau. Not at first anyways.
One typewritten page slipped under a doorway of the Oceanview Motel answered that question. Somehow, Wake got himself into another dimension. The Hotline calls Jesse received a few years later only solidified that--and, well, seeing him beyond the door that was cracked open in the Motel.
« Not that he ever really seemed to notice I saw him. Did he really mean to contact me over the Hotline? Or, did we just pick it up because he was writing about Hartman? » ]
Did you write these pages, Mr. Wake?
[ « And there goes the poster on her wall. »
Jesse holds a hand up to the agent beside her to wait and walks the few more paces to stop near the FBI agent in the hallway. Taller, blonde, coffee in hand. Her head tilts. Right, the FBI was investigating their missing ex-agent... and somehow came across Alan Wake? Sure. She's heard of weirder things. ]
Agent Casey, right?
[ The man turns to look at her, glances her once over, and seems to immediately know who she is. Jesse gives him a smile--although it probably doesn't look as nice as she means it to come off. ]
Look, I don't mean to interfere with your investigation into... why you're really here. But, this? [ A nod into the room Casey stands beside. ] That falls under my area.
And I'm guessing you're going to take our star witness? Of course. Your agency is always overreaching.
Look, Casey. I'd rather work with you than against you. [ « As I'm pretty sure I'd win anyways. » ] We look over the part that falls under our jurisdiction, and you continue your investigation for your missing man. I... need I remind you that you and your partner crossed into territory that was off limits by the FBC? Yeah, we know.
[ Casey swears under his breath and shakes his head. He peeks beyond the door and calls to his partner and motions her over. Saga Anderson steps out and Jesse tries once more to give a welcoming smile. She's... not the best people person, but, she has definitely been trying since she became the Director. ]
All I want to do is talk to him. Alone, preferably. I'm sure you understand, Agent Anderson. [ Jesse half turns and nods to the agent that accompanied her. ] Steve didn't handle the flight out here too well. Maybe you can get him some coffee?
[ Saga glances between the two before nodding in understanding. She all but drags Casey with her, sending one more glance to the bearded man in the flannel on her way.
Jesse takes a deep breath before stepping into the room with the sole occupant. Black and white flannel, longer hair, beard. Head in his hands and she's not entirely sure he's actually noticed she's walked in. Jesse quietly takes a seat across from him, folding her hands, and leaning against the tabletop. Should she announce herself? Should she wait for him to notice? Would he even recognize her as "Faden"... did he even know what she looked like?
« One thing is for sure... he really needs a shower. And maybe to sleep for a week. Maybe two. Let's try talking to him. I'm not even sure he'll notice you're here. » ]
🔦 meetings.
Jesse Faden glances out the window of the escort car before opening the door and stepping out. Maybe people would expect a director of a federal agency to look more formal, but that's never really been her style. At least, not when she can get away with it. A field response? She could get away with just her tactical gear.
« Blending in and making yourself not look out of the ordinary. Funny, I know. »
She nods to a similar dressed down agent who exits the other side of the car. Then, she opens the door and makes her way slowly down the wooden hallway.
« A cabin? Okay. It wouldn't be my first guess for an interrogation. »
Bright Falls, Washington. It had been on the Bureau's notice since the '70s. The first time the AWE went active. Documents she found said that it went active again in 2010--the same time the famous author went missing. The news had been all over the place that the Alan Wake had disappeared during a holiday with his wife. No one could locate him in local law enforcement, the FBI, and not even the Bureau. Not at first anyways.
One typewritten page slipped under a doorway of the Oceanview Motel answered that question. Somehow, Wake got himself into another dimension. The Hotline calls Jesse received a few years later only solidified that--and, well, seeing him beyond the door that was cracked open in the Motel.
« Not that he ever really seemed to notice I saw him. Did he really mean to contact me over the Hotline? Or, did we just pick it up because he was writing about Hartman? » ]
Did you write these pages, Mr. Wake?
[ « And there goes the poster on her wall. »
Jesse holds a hand up to the agent beside her to wait and walks the few more paces to stop near the FBI agent in the hallway. Taller, blonde, coffee in hand. Her head tilts. Right, the FBI was investigating their missing ex-agent... and somehow came across Alan Wake? Sure. She's heard of weirder things. ]
Agent Casey, right?
[ The man turns to look at her, glances her once over, and seems to immediately know who she is. Jesse gives him a smile--although it probably doesn't look as nice as she means it to come off. ]
Look, I don't mean to interfere with your investigation into... why you're really here. But, this? [ A nod into the room Casey stands beside. ] That falls under my area.
And I'm guessing you're going to take our star witness? Of course. Your agency is always overreaching.
Look, Casey. I'd rather work with you than against you. [ « As I'm pretty sure I'd win anyways. » ] We look over the part that falls under our jurisdiction, and you continue your investigation for your missing man. I... need I remind you that you and your partner crossed into territory that was off limits by the FBC? Yeah, we know.
[ Casey swears under his breath and shakes his head. He peeks beyond the door and calls to his partner and motions her over. Saga Anderson steps out and Jesse tries once more to give a welcoming smile. She's... not the best people person, but, she has definitely been trying since she became the Director. ]
All I want to do is talk to him. Alone, preferably. I'm sure you understand, Agent Anderson. [ Jesse half turns and nods to the agent that accompanied her. ] Steve didn't handle the flight out here too well. Maybe you can get him some coffee?
[ Saga glances between the two before nodding in understanding. She all but drags Casey with her, sending one more glance to the bearded man in the flannel on her way.
Jesse takes a deep breath before stepping into the room with the sole occupant. Black and white flannel, longer hair, beard. Head in his hands and she's not entirely sure he's actually noticed she's walked in. Jesse quietly takes a seat across from him, folding her hands, and leaning against the tabletop. Should she announce herself? Should she wait for him to notice? Would he even recognize her as "Faden"... did he even know what she looked like?
« One thing is for sure... he really needs a shower. And maybe to sleep for a week. Maybe two. Let's try talking to him. I'm not even sure he'll notice you're here. » ]
Mr. Wake?