Kalel sat at Roger's desk- waiting. Her eyes darted around the room quickly, analyzing every minuscule detail she could catch sight off. She noticed that the paint was weathered and peeling off in spots and that cobwebs hung in each corner of the room but apart from that it was relatively tidy. The room was large with an incredibly high ceiling. It was finely furnished with antique bookshelves that looked as if they dated back to the early 1900's. A single shaft of light poured in from an open window; casting a shadow of the tree's that swayed with autumn's gentle breeze. An antique rug consumed half of the floor; it brought a sense of class and character to the room. The room, like the place itself was pleasing to the eye.
"So this is the place, huh?" she muttered to herself. She somehow expected the place to be a little more 'hi-tech'- after all they are training detectives. "Very homey though, I'll give them that" she added under her breath.
Roger finally walked over to the desk and sat on a chair directly opposite to Kalel. When Kalel looked up to meet Roger's gaze she noticed that the friendly smile that was once painted on his face had disappeared. Kalel felt her stomach knot dreading what he was evidently going to say. Roger began to speak.
"Now to don't want to beat around the bush—"He was cut off.
"Then don't...Please." Kalel interrupted. She knew it was rude of her to interrupt him when he was speaking but the suspense was killing her. Why was she here? What could possibly be so important no one told her about it? What could they want? Why her? She had some pretty detailed assumptions but she was curious none the less.
"Very well" Roger continued. "I suppose you already know why you're here?" he questioned.
"Actually I don't now that you mention it; no one has told me anything" she stated.
Roger looked at her surprised "Is that so?" he asked. "Well let me enlighten you" he began. "Are you familiar with the recent Kira case?" he asked, now shuffling a bunch of papers around on his desk.
"All due respect Roger, who isn't?" Kalel said with an amused tone. "It's all that's ever on the news" she added.
"Ah good. And if you don't mind my asking what is your views on Kira's morals?" He asked leaning forward so his elbows rested on the desk awaiting Kalel's response.
"Uh, well I don't really think he has any to be honest. I'd be lying if I said I don't believe that some of those criminals didn't deserve to live, but that doesn't make his crimes right. It's still murder, it's still savage and barbaric and he needs to be stopped. The world can't go on like this." She finished.
"I thought you may say something like that." Roger smiled.
"Well...why do you ask?" Kalel asked in a confused manner.
"Kalel Quinn, I know you are no stranger to the world of the FBI and I know you have a certain set of... 'Skills'. Skills that could be very vital to the investigation and helping it move forward. After all you are your parent's daughter and they where the best in the business it's only logical to assume their offspring would follow in their footsteps," He finished.
Kalel sat back in the chair- crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
"What exactly are you asking of me?" She question, now intrigued to see where this was going.
"I'm asking you to join the small group of investigators working alongside L to help catch Kira, they could really use someone like you" he enthused.
Kalel quickly arose from the sitting positing she was in and looked down at Roger. She knew all along what she had been brought here for, and now that he had just confirmed her suspicions she no longer had a reason to stay.
"I'm sorry but I can't, this line of work holds too many painful memories, and I left it behind me a long time ago. Now, if that's the only business you had with me, I guess I'll be on my way." She let her voice trail off as she began to walk toward the office door.
"Ok, thank you for your time, but it you change your mind-"he started.
"I won't." She started very matter of factly. "It was nice to see you again Roger, I'll be on my way now" she said as she left the office and a slightly disappointed Roger behind the other side of an antique wooden door.
Kalel sighed as she heard the door click shut, that sadness- loneliness, still lingered in the atmosphere. Wammy's House was just a painful reminder of what she no longer had, of what she could have been and what she nearly was.
Though it had been almost 2 minutes since she had left Roger's office Kalel still had hold on the round golden door handle. When she realised she slowly released it out of the tighten grip of her palm and let her arm swing freely to its place by her side.
"Penny for your thoughts?" a voice softly said from behind her. Kalel swiftly turned on her heel and was surprised to see the other man from the hallway standing behind her. He was significantly different front Roger; he had a full head of greyish white hair that was of no contrast on his alabaster skin. He too had glasses but unlike Roger he had a neatly trimmed moustache and was dressed in a very formal black suit.
"Oh, sorry am-am I in your way?" she stuttered- trying her best to avoid his question.
"Oh no young miss, I was just merely passing by that's all. My name is Watari. We never got a chance to be properly introduced." he said sticking out his hand.
Kalel accepted his hand and smiled.
"My name is Kalel, Kalel Quinn." She replied, trying to look as cheery as possible.
"I know who you are my dear, everyone at this place does, your parents were somewhat of legends here." He stated.
Kalel looked at him slightly confused and with a hint of sadness on her face. "...So people keep telling me. By the way have you seen Scott?" she asked changing the subject.
"He said something about waiting for you in the car." He replied.
"Ok, thank you Watari, it was nice meeting you, but I really must be going- goodbye." She said as she began to walk away.
Watari waved to her. As soon as she turned the corner he pulled out a mobile phone.
"Did you see all that Ryuzaki?" He spoke into the phone.
"I did. Very well Watari, you have my permission to proceed with phase 2, I need that girl working under me if this case is ever to be solved." A strange synthetic voice replied.
"Understood." Watari said hanging up the phone and walking toward the door.
