31-05-2019, 02:50 PM
"Generalissimo." The receptionist said, rising to her feet. "Do I... er... salute you?"
Ramirez removed his baseball cap and gestured down to his Hawaiian shirt and jeans.
"I am out of uniform today, so I will forgive it. Also, I don't recall seeing you around the base, so I'll presume that you're not a soldier and, for future reference, tell you that it's not required."
Hernando gestured to Luc and took a step back, letting her know that he was the man to be talking to. The Detective Inspector walked up to the receptionist's desk and let his badge drop with a thud. He noted that the woman jumped slightly but sat back down and looked at the badge.
"My apologies," Luc said as he picked it back up, making a display of showing it to her as he took it back. "I am sometimes clumsy. I am Detective Inspector Allaine with Interpol. I would like to speak to whomever oversees your Mail Room, please."
The receptionist got on the phone to the supervisor. While she spoke, Ramirez leaned over and whispered to Luc.
"We don't want to see the head of the studio or someone in personnel?" He asked.
"Always begin with the people who push carts." Luc whispered back. "They're the next on the list above custodians as 'the invisible servants who see everything.' I doubt we'll be lucky enough to find he's ordered a copy of Mein Kampf to be delivered to the office, but the people at the bottom are the ones who notice such things and talk amongst themselves about them."
Ramirez nodded as the receptionist directed them to the Mail Room. He continued the discussion as they walked.
"That might not even be enough. If one of the Nazi officers is a Method Actor, he may read it simply for the role." He thought a moment as they approached the right door. "Why did you drop your badge like that?"
"I also doubted we'd be lucky enough to find 'The Receptionist Did It,' but if we were, it might have panicked her into action, and saved us a lot of time."
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Ramirez removed his baseball cap and gestured down to his Hawaiian shirt and jeans.
"I am out of uniform today, so I will forgive it. Also, I don't recall seeing you around the base, so I'll presume that you're not a soldier and, for future reference, tell you that it's not required."
Hernando gestured to Luc and took a step back, letting her know that he was the man to be talking to. The Detective Inspector walked up to the receptionist's desk and let his badge drop with a thud. He noted that the woman jumped slightly but sat back down and looked at the badge.
"My apologies," Luc said as he picked it back up, making a display of showing it to her as he took it back. "I am sometimes clumsy. I am Detective Inspector Allaine with Interpol. I would like to speak to whomever oversees your Mail Room, please."
The receptionist got on the phone to the supervisor. While she spoke, Ramirez leaned over and whispered to Luc.
"We don't want to see the head of the studio or someone in personnel?" He asked.
"Always begin with the people who push carts." Luc whispered back. "They're the next on the list above custodians as 'the invisible servants who see everything.' I doubt we'll be lucky enough to find he's ordered a copy of Mein Kampf to be delivered to the office, but the people at the bottom are the ones who notice such things and talk amongst themselves about them."
Ramirez nodded as the receptionist directed them to the Mail Room. He continued the discussion as they walked.
"That might not even be enough. If one of the Nazi officers is a Method Actor, he may read it simply for the role." He thought a moment as they approached the right door. "Why did you drop your badge like that?"
"I also doubted we'd be lucky enough to find 'The Receptionist Did It,' but if we were, it might have panicked her into action, and saved us a lot of time."
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