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[timesbureaucrat]

[Private to Security Personnel]

My apologies if I've been excessively underfoot for some of you [Charon. Kay. Boone, to some extent.] during the investigation into the explosions. As I have been recently reminded, it is not my place to pry into security matters. I shall henceforth be leaving it to the professionals. And if you find any bomb scraps that need analyzing, I am at your service. [He can't entirely let it go, but at least he's gone from wanting to personally investigate and occasionally tossing around orders to simply offering to assist in his technician capacity.]

[Private to Kay]

Are you available for that talk you mentioned earlier?

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[most_feared]

[Yeah, he's going to need coffee for this. He starts tending to that, trying to hide his bit of exasperation at the idea that aliens can be the only potential hostiles. The MiB has to watch out for threatening humans as well, even if they're left mostly to human law enforcement communities.]

Including you. [He says that first, filling up his cup and putting some sugar in it.] Actually, you're the alien in this case, more than most of the people that live here.

So are all of us more suspect to you than the "natives"?

[timesbureaucrat]

More like non-Gallifreyans are more suspect than Gallifreyans...or aliens I know very well. [He adds, thinking of Leela. He trusts Leela completely, alien or not.]

And, yes, I know it isn't virtuous of me [He's been told off by Leela and Romana enough times], but I know my people. I understand them. If a Gallifreyan is up to no good, chances are I know what motivates them and how they think, how they plan. Dangerous as a renegade Time Lord can be, they aren't unknown. Aliens are more difficult to predict. I feel I can never be sure what they want.

[most_feared]

Aliens are easy enough to predict if you know what their motivations are. Survival at the most basic, but a lot of aliens want to accumulate things. Some just want to get by, but the ones that want to accumulate make it hard on 'em. Whether it's something intangible like power or resources.

Ambassadors have both.

People want something, no matter what species they are. They can go through legal means, but even I know sometimes that can hold you up from taking care of a problem. Even make it damn well impossible. So they take a short cut.

So, think real hard on it. You know there was an explosion. You know there's a peace conference. You reacted. But you reacted and missed something real important- what was that?

[He sits and waits for Narvin to answer, just stirring his coffee for now.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin thinks for a moment, tries to put aside his preconceptions that an alien terrorist must be behind it, and reviews the facts in his head.]

If it is a terrorist, strange that they haven't claimed responsibility for the attacks nor made demands. Strange, but not completely unheard of. [Antimon hadn't made demands, nor claimed responsibility for the attacks. His sole goal was chaos.]

But even stranger is that the explosion was outside the fence. Far from the ambassadors, no buildings nearby, no civilians, nothing. So either it was a warning shot, meant to prove only that he or she has access to explosives but not do any real damage, or the terrorist is inept, or it wasn't a terrorist at all.

[most_feared]

And this is why snap judgement could cause more problems.

[Kay makes an apologetic motion with his free hand, taking a sip of coffee with the other before he speaks again.] Honestly all I can tell you is past experience is what's important and past emotion is what fucks you up. Eventually you gotta learn to detach yourself, even if you were hurt, or someone you cared about was hurt. If you want something deeper, I'm gonna need a little bit of time to look into it.

[That is an odd thing to throw in there, considering Narvin hasn't shown much evidence that he's directly cared about anyone except his President and that on a level of loyalty. But there it is.]

Have you tried to find out much about where and when the people here come from? Not just as suspects- I mean, some of 'em, you put higher technology in their hands, and they learn quick. [He motions to himself.]

[timesbureaucrat]

This sounds like the voice of experience. Were you or someone you cared for once hurt? [He reaches for his teacup but just holds it in his hands for now, not sipping. It's very warm against his chill palms.]

I've observed all the guests here. I know a little about their backgrounds, what era they're from. All things that are public knowledge, overheard conversations in public areas or on the network. I can't find much more without hacking into computers and [Op, he's talking to the head of security.] that's illegal, of course.

[He could also learn things by talking to people, he supposes, but that has never been the type of spying he's good at. Give him a secured file to crack and he'll break through it. But talking to people, that's difficult and he's convinced that he more likely to make enemies that way than gain information.]

[most_feared]

[He doesn't even respond to that. Both are accurate, really. Serleena murdered Laurana, and while he deprived himself of the memory he always felt the hate and the bitterness. Alpha- well, Alpha might be the only individual that can truly make him nigh on irrational with the level of hate he experiences when he sees him]

Yeah, that's pretty illegal. [He raises a brow.]

And what have you figured out? [He asks as if he hasn't been watching, himself.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin notices that non-answer and suspects that there's a story there. He also suspects that Kay is not going to tell it to him.

He also notices the eyebrow raise and clears his throat before he tries to explain himself.]

Well, I was an intelligence operative. There, I had legal jurisdiction to hack into other people's computers. But don't worry, I have the utmost respect for the law, seeing as on Gallifrey it was my job to enforce it.

[He shuffles his observations on the others into order.]

Wander is a peculiar alien, not one I've heard of before, but he seem unambitious and lacking in malice. Any trouble he caused would likely be accidental chaos of poking his nose in the wrong place at the wrong time, fiddling with things he shouldn't.

The elves are...interesting. They remind me of my own people somewhat. Our shared longevity gives us certain shared perspectives, I think.

Miss Persson strikes me as someone who could cause a lot of trouble. She has the air of a mischief maker about her, an agitator. The same with Mr. Bellic. [The two people he gets along least with. It's a combination of seeing the people he's quarreled with in a more negative light, and being more likely to butt heads with anti-authoritarian personalities.]

Boone reminds me of a Chancellery Guard. Solid, probably a good man in a fight, reliable, but a very linear and uncomplicated thinker. [And fun to poke, just as Narvin pokes at Chancellery Guards.]

I don't trust Braska. [He says bluntly. Braska has done nothing suspicious and has been unfailingly polite. Narvin doesn't know what to make of that niceness. Also...] He's a priest. [He adds, as if that only explains it.]

Mr. Smiley and Dr. Visscher are both wholly unremarkable as far as I can tell. Ordinary humans going about their job. Mr. Wooster is only remarkable in his inanity.

Miss Westmarch asks too many questions. [Pot. Kettle.]

As for the rest, I haven't observed them enough to make judgments yet.

[most_feared]

[Kay snorts and smiles. That's a little funny to him. Una strikes him as a fun loving idealist. Her version of no good would be more articulate than blowing up fences randomly. Bellic is a little suspicious, but mostly seems like the sort that doesn't want anything to do with any political movement- like oil and water. He fully well knows what Smiley is and Braska has been nothing but fair and gentle. Overly eager, but fair and gentle.]

[The elves don't actually remind him of Narvin so much, considering Narvin's aversion to nature. But he supposes Lindir's aversion to adventurous technology is close enough. ]

I guess you got it all figured out, huh? Well, I was just wonderin'.

[He settles back and stirs his coffee.] So you want me to look for someone trained and discrete that can give you some help with that? I know more about criminal psychology, not so much putting someone back together.

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin's eyes narrow, suspecting that Kay's mocking him somehow.]

I'm not a profiler. And with all of my usual methods unavailable to me, this is what I have.

[Narvin takes a sip of his tea, finally. He decides it's not bad, even if the milk and sugar are natural. He can hardly tell the difference.]

I don't want anyone else to know. Even one person knowing is one person too many but I felt I had no choice. I needed you to understand that my interest in this case wasn't out of criminal malice. As it is, I feel that you know too much about me while I still know very little about you, which is a state of affairs that makes me uneasy to say the least.

[most_feared]

I didn't think it was.

Not much to know about me. I'm not necessarily a person. I am a job. It's what I do. Anything I enjoy or own is circumstantial and only as allotted by my organization. My identity as a human being has been erased.

That said, because I technically don't own anything, my possessions throug me are owned by my organization, I'm not particularly ambitious. So I'm not gonna want to keep you down or use anything I've heard against you in some way. [He shrugs. Why would it be worth the trouble.]

But if you change your mind I'll have a looksee around and keep your name out of it until I come across someone you like.

[timesbureaucrat]

Even if you own no possessions, you must still possess thoughts, fears, hopes, vexations, desires. I've revealed to you a point of weakness, of insecurity, a moment in my history that I'm not proud of. Would it be impossible for you to reveal something personal in return? Not anything compromising, of course, just something of you?

[At this point, he'd settle for something minor and trivial.]

[most_feared]

I like apple pie because sitting down and eating a pie helps keep me from overthinking something.

[That's something anyway.]

I thought for the most part you came here to figure out your own head so you wouldn't have those vexations? [Not to find out anything about him.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Victory! Glorious victory! Getting that tiny nugget of information, small as it is, feels like a tremendous accomplishment after all the time and effort it took to get it.]

You're not wrong. But I see no reason not to multitask.

[most_feared]

Why are you trying to multitask? [For all his paranoia, he doesn't think Narvin would want to compromise his efforts to be a responsible protection officer. Nor can he figure out why talking to him would be interesting.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[He gives an idle shrug.] Curiosity.

You're an interesting human.

[And for a temperament like Narvin's, there's nothing like presenting a granite block keeping in all information to make Narvin strongly feel that he needs to know everything that's being kept from him.]

[most_feared]

Oh.

[He says it mildly. ]

A lot of aliens are actually scared shitless of me. [He says as he stirs his coffee.]

[timesbureaucrat]

You see, I find that interesting.

[The ruthless exercise of power--whether political or firepower--and the ability to strike fear into one's enemies are things that have always drawn Narvin's attention, although he's only just recently started to be self aware of that fact.]

Do they have good reason to be?

[most_feared]

Only if they try to fuck with my planet and it's citizens. That includes the immigrated ones that are just minding their own business.

I guess they get all worked up over nothing.

[timesbureaucrat]

If the fear thus inspired gives some hostile aliens pause and keeps them from carrying out an attack, then it's all for the best that you have that reputation.

[A pause.]

I'm not frightened. [Cautious, yes. Fascinated, definitely. But not frightened.]

[most_feared]

It's not a reputation I care for. [He says earnestly.] There are a dozen agents that I think are as good as I am but just don't have my history, but because I have a reputation I invite a lot of people to come after me to show how big and bad they are because they think they can whoop my ass, or they can use me to fuck with a timeline since a lot of important events for my organization are related to my continuity.

If it was me, no one would ever notice me. I do my best to keep it that way with people, but there are situations where there's just no such luck. [He sounds very unhappy about this. He likes being good at his job, not asking for trouble.]

[timesbureaucrat]

So it's a...[He searches for the English idiom.]...double edged sword. Some aliens respect you for it, but for others it makes you a desirable target.

Have hostiles attacked your timeline a lot? [As far as Narvin is concerned, that kind of attack is more devastating than a blaster. A blaster will just kill you, but a temporal assault can wipe out millions in the collateral damage.]

[most_feared]

Fear isn't respect. If that were the case, you would respect terrorists.

[His brows climb up a little.] No, it's not respect. Totally different thing.

[timesbureaucrat]

[That gives Narvin pause. He'd never considered it in those terms.]

Are you respected as well as feared?

[most_feared]

Enough to get my work done and that's what matters.

[He doesn't sound all that flattered by the attention. It's just a thing that exists.]