Maxwell Enfield!Ren/VL7f/Q No.41552500
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>The New Riviere District Attorney building was as cold and as harsh as the water that crashed against the coast. It's no mean feat to look especially unwelcoming in a city with a profound problem with organised crime, or for anything to look cold in Florida, and yet here it stood. Proud, defiant in the face of the city it had to clean up.
>The dark of winter's evening was settling in, and at this point, everyone had already gone home...Or almost everyone. At the very tip top of the building, in a spot all its own was the District Attorney's office. The reward for being the best at ensuring the criminal scum were put down and stayed down was a marginally bigger office space, a shinier badge and much more paper work.
>It was in this paperwork that the current DA found herself, though she wasn't alone. Stood with her in the room, holding a sheet of paper and staring at it incredulously was one of her subordinates.
...Ma'am...You can't be serious.
>Ma'am, or Lana to her friends, looked up from her signing and raised an eyebrow.
"Mr Enfield, is it really so hard to grasp? This isn't simply my whim you know, it's taken a long time to put it together.
>She stamped another paper, and put it to one side, rubbing her temple and taking a sip from her nearly empty coffee mug. The distant patter of rainfall starting to sound from outside her window, overlooking the bay. Lana turned around to stare out at New Riviere, a wistful smile on her face while Maxwell looked at the back of her head, beyond puzzled.
>The lights twinkled, even through the rain, the neon in the distance from huge billboards to the simple streetlamps that illuminated the path of the people, hurrying to and fro to save themselves from the rain. Lana turned back around and got back to the stamping, her face all business as usual.
"Project Phoenix had been enacted as a...desperate measure a while back, but selecting the candidate and quietly getting the laws put through took time. Really, it's a great honour to serve our fair city, wouldn't you say?
But ma'am! It's ludicrous! It couldn't be expected of anyone in my position, and this is what you've been clearing my workload for? It's...
>Maxwell trailed off, looking back at the files in his hand with incredulity. His confused outburst petered out in the awkward silence while the DA continued signing through documents, occasionally stopping to make annotations on other files. It was a while before she spoke again.
"You have every right to refuse, of course. We'll simply find another candidate, and make the same offer to them. Before you do answer though, I'll tell you why I picked you for this 'ludicrous' scheme."
>Lana finally looked up from her paperwork and steepled her hands together, looking at Maxwell from behind them, her expression faltered for a little, and she couldn't quite meet his eyes.
"I know...how limited we are. What we have to deal with every case, I know that better than most. The latest case with Mr Inagawa, I don't need to be a genius to figure out where you're going when you leave the office in a hurry, cradling a large basket of pastries.
>Max's face reddened slightly and the hand not holding the file wrung itself around awkwardly while Lana sighed, moving back to meeting his gaze with a pained expression.
"This is a chance for one of our number to go out there and truly make a difference, to guarantee things with our own two hands. I'd volunteer myself but I'm not as young as I used to be. But you're young, you're fit, you've got an eye for detail. You're the kind of man we need on the ground floor, to investigate it yourself, with some of the greatest technology the police force has to offer.
You'll be trained up, hurriedly I'll admit, but you have all the skills you need. You just need to know how to apply them.
>Max paused. Looking between the DA and the file in his hands. It was flattery. He knew that, it was almost blatantly obvious. But flattery got you everywhere. She was also right. This was a chance to make a change, to try something new and unorthodox. At this point, something drastic probably had to happen in order to shake up this city, and finally make some meaningful progress. He swallowed, looking back at the files in his hands, back at the title that read 'Project Phoenix' in large letters at the top of the front page.
...Just one more question. Is it named after hi-?
>Maxwell never got to finish, he looked back up at the DA, and she was smiling a knowing smile. One of her hands came up to tap at the red scarf wrapped tightly around her neck as she went back to her documents, seemingly satisfied.
"It's named after exactly who you think it is."
>Maxwell sharply exhaled in an amused way, before he placed the binder in the confines of his coat and set off out of the building. He didn't know where this would lead, or what would happen after he accepted it. But he did know that life would change. And what was wrong with that? Sometimes you need to raise more than just your voice against those that cheat the system.
>Because the system can cheat back sometimes.