The Director of the Federal Bureau of Control walks down the hallway. Feet lightly step on the wooden floor beneath her while the wooden walls continue at her sides. At her side is the Ranger Captain who has been considered her right hand ranger since 2019. He simply won't take the job that would see him as apart of her management team.
« He's really here. Home. »
They had managed to intervene as local paranatural criminal gangs classified as the Cult of the Trees had swooped into Bright Falls. The intention was presumably to kill not only FBI Agents Alex Casey and Saga Anderson, but also parautalitarian Alan Wake. Famous author who went missing in Cauldron Lake thirteen years ago.
Now, they have at least the writer secured. Alex Casey is missing and Saga Anderson has gone rogue. ]
"We're working on it," [ the Ranger Captain assures her. ] "It won't be hard to find either of them if we have Wake secured. It all centers around him after all."
It always did. [ the Director replies gently before pushing open a set of wooden and glass double doors.
Agent Kiran Estevez looks up as the two enter. A brief discussion is had about "what a shitshow" trying to interview the writer had become. How he was uncooperative and also seemed to fly off the handle ta the mention of certain things. How he kept demanding to speak to the Director, because he needed to talk to her. Estevez wanted to handle the situation on her own, but the Director insists that she and the Ranger Captain are there as back up to support her calls. She'll only supersede if needed. ]
Tell me where to go and I'll get it done for you, Kiran.
[ Estevez hands her the gray clipboard holder that contains the interview transcript with Alan Wake. Green eyes scan over the printed word and a frown deepens on her face.
« It sounds like him, don't you think? Though, he certainly flew off the rails faster than I remember him doing normally. »
Her guide shifts around her. ]
No mention of feeling another presence?
"If you mean the being that the HRA's pick up on that you brought? No. I called it at the end of the transcript."
[ « Did... he not notice you? He always noticed you somehow. You helped guide him out of the Lake the first time. You brought him to me. Now he can't--or WON'T--notice you? » ]
Well, I guess we'll need to figure out what he can and can't do. [ the Director talks cautiously. Everyone knows she was involved thirteen years ago. Everyone knows that she had something to do with Alan Wake. She just doesn't want to bring it up. ] He wanted to speak to the Director, right? Let's see if he remembers me.
"I'm not sure about this, Faden."
He contacted me over the Hotline, Kiran. We NEED to know what he knows now. It's not the same as it was thirteen years ago when I was here. Well, a lot of Bright Falls is. This isn't.
[ Estevez glances at the Ranger Captain who sighs and shakes his head. A hand raises and the field agent moves out of the way for the Director to make her way forward.
Another set of wooden double doors, but this time they're not outcropped in glass. They're lined with black rock. The best element to keep paranatural forces in---and also to keep them out.
Her hand trembles as fingers gently rest on the handle.
She's not the same girl she was when he met her. She isn't afraid of her own shadow or of something lurking beyond her field of vision. Confident. Self-assured. Powerful. In Control. She's not the same. That still doesn't stop the nervous butterflies in her stomach as she opens the door and steps inside the comfortable looking room. It doesn't stop her from feeling excitement, her heart pounding, or feelings she has kept to herself for so long from wanting to burst out of her chest.
Green eyes land on the man in the room. Black and white flannel. Jeans. He's looking out the window over the forests outside of Bright Falls and Watery. His hair is so long, but she can tell it's him. That it really is Alan Wake.
Jesse Faden inhales sharply and clenches the fist not holding the gray clipboard.
« It's him. »
She's not the same girl from thirteen years ago. Even then, she feels that sudden urge to run up to the writer and throw her arms around him. Those emotions threaten to burst out once again but she keeps them contained inside. She's had practice over the last decade of doing that.
« It's Alan. »
The keychain she keeps in her pocket suddenly feels heavy.
She swallows the lump of emotions in her throat and forces her voice to be steady. ]
—the fbc bright falls site.
The Director of the Federal Bureau of Control walks down the hallway. Feet lightly step on the wooden floor beneath her while the wooden walls continue at her sides. At her side is the Ranger Captain who has been considered her right hand ranger since 2019. He simply won't take the job that would see him as apart of her management team.
« He's really here. Home. »
They had managed to intervene as local paranatural criminal gangs classified as the Cult of the Trees had swooped into Bright Falls. The intention was presumably to kill not only FBI Agents Alex Casey and Saga Anderson, but also parautalitarian Alan Wake. Famous author who went missing in Cauldron Lake thirteen years ago.
Now, they have at least the writer secured. Alex Casey is missing and Saga Anderson has gone rogue. ]
"We're working on it," [ the Ranger Captain assures her. ] "It won't be hard to find either of them if we have Wake secured. It all centers around him after all."
It always did. [ the Director replies gently before pushing open a set of wooden and glass double doors.
Agent Kiran Estevez looks up as the two enter. A brief discussion is had about "what a shitshow" trying to interview the writer had become. How he was uncooperative and also seemed to fly off the handle ta the mention of certain things. How he kept demanding to speak to the Director, because he needed to talk to her. Estevez wanted to handle the situation on her own, but the Director insists that she and the Ranger Captain are there as back up to support her calls. She'll only supersede if needed. ]
Tell me where to go and I'll get it done for you, Kiran.
[ Estevez hands her the gray clipboard holder that contains the interview transcript with Alan Wake. Green eyes scan over the printed word and a frown deepens on her face.
« It sounds like him, don't you think? Though, he certainly flew off the rails faster than I remember him doing normally. »
Her guide shifts around her. ]
No mention of feeling another presence?
"If you mean the being that the HRA's pick up on that you brought? No. I called it at the end of the transcript."
[ « Did... he not notice you? He always noticed you somehow. You helped guide him out of the Lake the first time. You brought him to me. Now he can't--or WON'T--notice you? » ]
Well, I guess we'll need to figure out what he can and can't do. [ the Director talks cautiously. Everyone knows she was involved thirteen years ago. Everyone knows that she had something to do with Alan Wake. She just doesn't want to bring it up. ] He wanted to speak to the Director, right? Let's see if he remembers me.
"I'm not sure about this, Faden."
He contacted me over the Hotline, Kiran. We NEED to know what he knows now. It's not the same as it was thirteen years ago when I was here. Well, a lot of Bright Falls is. This isn't.
[ Estevez glances at the Ranger Captain who sighs and shakes his head. A hand raises and the field agent moves out of the way for the Director to make her way forward.
Another set of wooden double doors, but this time they're not outcropped in glass. They're lined with black rock. The best element to keep paranatural forces in---and also to keep them out.
Her hand trembles as fingers gently rest on the handle.
She's not the same girl she was when he met her. She isn't afraid of her own shadow or of something lurking beyond her field of vision. Confident. Self-assured. Powerful. In Control. She's not the same. That still doesn't stop the nervous butterflies in her stomach as she opens the door and steps inside the comfortable looking room. It doesn't stop her from feeling excitement, her heart pounding, or feelings she has kept to herself for so long from wanting to burst out of her chest.
Green eyes land on the man in the room. Black and white flannel. Jeans. He's looking out the window over the forests outside of Bright Falls and Watery. His hair is so long, but she can tell it's him. That it really is Alan Wake.
Jesse Faden inhales sharply and clenches the fist not holding the gray clipboard.
« It's him. »
She's not the same girl from thirteen years ago. Even then, she feels that sudden urge to run up to the writer and throw her arms around him. Those emotions threaten to burst out once again but she keeps them contained inside. She's had practice over the last decade of doing that.
« It's Alan. »
The keychain she keeps in her pocket suddenly feels heavy.
She swallows the lump of emotions in her throat and forces her voice to be steady. ]
Alan Wake?