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The drive over you find yourself in your own head, a habit you notice happening more and more recently, thinking mainly about what Grey had said: That you are a representative of the GCPD not just to these men but also City Hall. Your stomach tightens, Dent is sure to want a detailed report when he finds out you're involved, you just hope if you're forced to deal with Dent again that it's for as short a time as you can.
As you get closer you start to see more and more familiar landmarks from your excursion with Hawthorne, the gas station being your marker as you fly past it, Grey's plan of entering the sewer system from a parallel neighborhood is a good one that minimizes your exposure to anyone who may recognize you come day of the sting.
"He's clinical." Hawthorne told you about Grey after your first time meeting the man. "He's logical to a fault though, used to really struggle with people but I knocked that out of him."
You see what he means the more you interact with him. Your thoughts are interrupted by the crackling of gravel and other debris under your wheels as you turn into an open space between two buildings sectioned off by chain-link fence complete with blue tarp flapping in the intermittent gusts of wind. You pop the door and step out, you don't get three steps before a man with a white hard hat approaches you. He offers a heavy gloved hand which you shake and he gives you an up and down.
"Douglass Watts, I'm the head of this crew. I was expecting a Detective."
"I'm here on behalf of Detective Grey and the GCPD, I was the Officer who helped with recreating the sewer maps." You offer.
He sucks his teeth and checks his clipboard, taking a thick rectangular block and scribbling something down.
"Whatever, pal. Long as you got the badge you're all the same to me."
Before you can reply he turns around and peels off a thick glove with his teeth, sticks his fingers into his mouth and let's out a sharp piercing whistle.
"Everyone. Pack your shit, get your gear back on, and gather round. This here is the Detective who's gonna lead us on this hunt."
"I'm an Officer." You correct him quietly.
"I heard you the first time, bud." He replies without looking at you. "None of these guys, or me, know the difference so."
You sigh and watch as the half a dozen or so men begin ambling towards you, slowly you realize with a little fear that they are gathering as a crowd in front of you. They are looking to you to lay down orders.
"Everyone listen to him very closely, I'm sure the Detective likes repeating himself even less than I do." Douglas hollers at the men, he slowly turns and puts his clipboard down by his waist before giving you a nod. "Go ahead, Detective please."
You nod and take a step forward, the orders are simple enough but you decide to go about this..
