William T. Spears was enraged at this point in time. Even though he had promised one of the higher ups that he would loosen up and lose his high-strung exterior, this particular assignment took the cake. In front of him, on top of his organized desk was a binder including all the details concerning the glitch. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he began to re-read the notes that were already etched into his memory banks.
Mr. William T. Spears:
Due to the actions of the parallel world and the misguidance of one of our moderators, we have failed to apprehend the center of the chaos. While most of our agents are already on the move to correct the problem at hand, other worlds are already breaking free of their own volition. In other words, the breach into other worlds has been re-opened. So far, the increase of anomalies has increased and we greatly desire the assistance of one of your own Reapers. Apparently, because of one of the humans on your plane of existence has passed onto the other realm, we cannot guarantee the safety of her soul. Hence, the reason for one of your Reapers to join in the investigation and close the contravention in security.
We trust that you will designate this case to whom you place great trust.
Enclosed in the file is the information of the assigned target.
From the Human Affairs Association of Great Britain.
Huffing slightly at the incompetence of his superiors, he ruffled his hair morosely and sighed. So this is what it meant to be in charge of the Grim Reaper Dispatch Society of London. Even if William knew that it wasn't all fun and games before hand, he wished that his life wasn't so hectic. Lips curling at the thought of the higher ups needing his help, he mentally scoffed.
Fat lot that will do, he contemplated. Indeed, while his division housed one of the best reapers nationally, he still needed more hands to operate all the deaths that were recently occurring. Smirking darkly, he knew why they wanted him and his branch on the case. That pesky association needed a reputation to operate, so they wanted his own to achieve that goal. They were all puppets, just waiting to be manipulated.
Undeniably, as hid gloved fingers handled the prim documents, the supernatural have been interacting with the mortals far too much. First, the sudden rise of the filthy demons and their contractors. Secondly, the demonic angel had the audacity to burn London! Did they not know that they were already understaffed as it is!? Now, this had to come up when he thought that things were finally dying down.
"Act les stressed, my scythe," he moodily muttered. Leave it to an ignorant human to mess up the connection between worlds.
Rubbing the wrinkles off of his forehead, he made himself look comfortable in front of his subordinates. It was time to choose one of his own to undertake the special task. As he gathered all the information into one binder, he grimly thought, 'God help him.'
"Oi! William, don't tell me that we got ourselves another mass murder!" The booming voice of one of the elder Reapers echoed in the cubicles.
Currently, all five of Spears' pathetic division was in their department, filing their Death Reports. Then again, it might have looked like that as if they were working, but the empty bottles of booze and cosmetics suggested otherwise. Considering the teamwork of his co-workers, William knew that overtime was inevitable. Pushing his glasses up his nose in an authoritarian manner, he addressed the most loyal of his department, Alan Humphries.
"Mr. Humphries, the Human Affairs Association have sent word regarding-"
Unfortunately, the blasted transsexual male had to butt in the conversation. With flaming hair and a flighty attitude, Mr. Sutcliffe appeared as blight in William's perfect little world.
"Will! My darling Will, do you like the rouge on my cheeks?" Practically demanding attention from his stoic boss, he launched his blood red figure onto the suited man's back. Because of his past experiences on the field, William managed to dodge the feminine man's whims.
"Mr. Sutcliffe, makeup and other unnecessary accessories are not part of regulation." Glancing distastefully at the dark red coat, he allowed himself to sneer hatefully.
"Aw, Boss! Don't be like that to Miss Grell," a childish voice chided. Ignoring the affections that were handed to him by his colleague, William turned to the youngest of the team.
Dressed in a standard suit that emphasized his lean physique, newfangled white Oxfords, and his hair wavy and slicked back except for the cowlick at the front. It appeared that the recently promoted trainee was up to par with the regulations. William felt his eye twitch at the sight of the unruly strand of hair that dared stayed standing up in his presence! If he could, he would do something about his shoes and his hair. Nevertheless, as he began to adjust his glasses-again-the elder knew that he was a hard worker, but needed maturing. If Mr. Knox were chosen for the task, surely the experience would benefit for his moral standards.
Clearing his throat to announce the news of the latest report, he opened p the binder.
"Enclosed, are the leaflets pertaining to the human girl, specifically the whereabouts of her soul," he paused. As he did so, his vibrant green eyes took in all of the members, forcing them to take heed of his request. "I trust that you have heard of the parallels, flaws that the Divine One has created." Disdain coating his important tone of voice, he haughtily continued," It appears that one human; a weak girl has escaped detection from the management and is now stranded in one of the anomalies. Apparently, the famed guardians of the closed off breach, has neglected their posts. Causing the infringement into the other worlds."
"So what does that mean?" An uncaring shrug followed the query. "I'm pretty sure that the oh-so almighty association can deal with it on their own." The blonde with the cornrows rolled his fantastic green eyes as he saw his leader prepare for another speech. "Oh, and don't ask me to volunteer because Alan needs my help, especially," as he slung his arm over the thin brunette," when his condition flares up."
Coughing slightly, as if to cement their decision, the chestnut haired Reaper tried to keep anyone from worrying. Seeing that the two of his division were going to miss out on their mission, he turned to the other two.
Nodding amiably, although begrudgingly, he let the two of them off. Well, not before promising them extra paper and fieldwork in the near future.
Having recovered from William's cold-and AROUSING-rejection, Grell began to swoon slightly as his cool lime eyes glared at him.
"Could it be that my dear William has finally realized his love for me? Oh, Will, why didn't you-"
"Sutcliffe!" The head barked as he smacked the male on the head with his pruning pole. "Your actions are not considered Grim Reaper worthy. You are disgrace to all of our kind." He turned away from the (fe) male and toward the newest recruit.
By God, if Knox refused the proposition, he was going to cut their pay, and give them a lifetime's worth of overtime! He had enough of their belittling.
"Yes, Boss?" Said on an innocent tone, the dual haired man tried to his best to get out of his predicament.
"Mr. Knox," he began.
Scratching the back of his head in a reflexive manner, Ronald tried to shy away from the piercing gaze.
"I gladly dump this paperwork on your shoulders." Shoving the paperwork into the lanky arms of the novice death god, Spears prepared to take his leave.
"B-but, sir! I don't want to-" Waving his hands in the air, he tried to stop the elder from leaving the premises.
"Tough luck, rookie," Eric grinned as he playfully socked the shoulder of his comrade. "You're in the big leagues now."
Sighing, he opened up the binder and glanced at the profile of his intended target.
And gaped.
He gaped some more.
Finally, the flaming redhead had to butt in Ronny's poor gawking.
"Well, Ronny, what is it?"
"Boss is off his rocker. Lass got style."
Point blank in the center of the crisp page was the lovely face of-
"Hmm… Alice Liddel. Why does that name seem so familiar?"
"I don't know, but I am loving the fact that Boss gave me this gorgeous assignment."
Dear HawkfrostsAvenger,
I totally lied when I said I was going to post on Sunday.
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