This ain't bacon

[Doc]

Travis Calso walked the halls of the White Nation Medical Insitute hidden in the souther regions of Canada. He had no idea why he was forced to go there, and he had no idea what he could do to make his situation any better but he knew one thing and that was he DID. NOT. LIKE. IT.

He made his way quickly to the break room, his usual 5th cup of coffee in mind and maybe an actual breakfast.
"Doctor!" The voice called for him, oh God, another smart ass doctor coming to tell him he doesn't know how to do his job. "Doctor Calso!" The voice called again, he was hoping to make a clean get away but he was stopped at the door.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you..." He lied, pouring another cup of coffee.
The other doctor ignored his lie pulling out a chart. "I've been looking at your charts and blah blab blab blah blah." He heard the the first part but then his mind wandered with his eyes, spotting a rather paranoid looking white nation walking by. He looked normal....too normal. "yeah yeah, gotta go." He murmured, following the other at a safe distance.

[ShadesofGrey]

Adrian was there, in his least favorited place wearing a uniform that he had jacked from some poor unsespecting White agent. He had shoved them in a closed and stolen what he needed of them, a badge, pants, shirt, coat etc. There was a parinoid look to his face, but he tried to keep it calm and hidden behind his hair.

Lucky for him the man that he had stole the items from looked similar to him, yea, he had a different hair color and eye color but if he was really quick about things then no one would notice him that badly. Making his way through the halls he didn't try to pull of anything that would trigger un-needed or unwanted attention to himself. Heading into a room he began to look through files.

[Doc]

Travis followed him until he entered a record room, taking mental notes about him. He didn't look too impressive, he was probably a rather fresh agent, not a rookie but defiantly a little 'rough around the edges.' He put his ear to the door, ignoring the staring eyes of those who passed him. The important thing was not to cause a scene, in case he was wrong, but why would a doctor who specializes in mental problems be looking in the senoir agent medical records, he wasn't even supposed to be in that hall. He straightened himself up, preparing to expose and catch this fraud without causeing too much of a scene, but lets play it cool....just in case. He walked in the room casually, clipboard in one hand and a few manilla envelopes in the other. "G'morning Gene, I see your working hard today...who ya looking for, ricky again?, oh you won't find him in that drawer." He chuckled, playing role of the stupid doctor rather well. He placed a few files in the rows, picking up another and looking through it as though he cared at the moment.

[ShadesofGrey]

Adrian fought his body against a jump, he was startled by the other doctor. Clearing his throat he activated something that would mimic the stolen identities voice. "Ah, well, no, not this time..." He didn't turn to him, but he smiled a bit trying not to seem so skittish or jumpy. Though Adrian's heart was pounding and he could feel it in his finger tips as he sorted through the files. There it was, the one he wanted. It was just on some random agent, one that he was expecting to defect and join his own embassy. "Hah, you wouldn't believe the transfers of agents. This one was just recently sent on a mission and got a pretty bad head trauma, but I'm not one for discussing a pacients medical needs, seeing as it's confidentail and all." He nodded to him as he turned around trying to play it off as smoothly as he could. Keeping the files in hand he made his break for the door. "Well it was nice seein' ya..."

[Doc]

'Caught ya.' He laughed mentally, succeeding in what he wanted. The first thing about exposing a fraud is to catch them before they even know they made a mistake. Calso hadn't been at this agency here in Canada very long, but he did know that this guy, or the one who was supposed to be this guy, wasn't named Gene. He vaguely remembered it was something difficult to pronouce that started with an 'H', and it was defiantly not Gene. Why would you answer to a name that wasn't yours. He had to give him credit though, he did a good job at answering his questions, anyone with two eyes would be fooled but it took an asshole like Calso to make an enemy with someone and then expose someone from another embassy trying to pose as them. "Wait!" He stopped him at the door, a firm hand clenching his shoulder. He could do the smart thing and expose him right there, pulling out his gun and shooting him but that wouldn't be fun at all. "It wasn't the embassador's son was it?" He asked, a concern look on his face. "It would be an aweful shame if something did happen to him, who was it anyway?" He murmured, taking the file from him, looking over the name of the agent.

[ShadesofGrey]

He turned around, exposing his name tag now, a win was on his side so far, the name was Gene, the first one was and knowingly that only someone close to this man would call him by his first name. A quick glane. "Well, Travis,..." His voice was a bit more snappy seeing as the man had just taken what was supposed to be his. "I thank you so very much for taking the files from me." His voice was still firm along with the frown on his face. " However, I would have answered your question." Taking back the files he frowned. "Now that you know, I'll be off. Thank you very much." And with that he tried to make his exit once more.

[Doc]

He stopped him again, trying to play this off. So far things were going somewhat well, but now he saw the advantage slipping from him. "By the way, how did you know my first name. I doubt I ever told you, since I just met you yesterday." Calso's name tag ever had his first name on there. This question was simple to answer, but also simply to counter. Of course he could always say someone told him, and then Calso could deny it and they would have a back and forth worthless verbal argument. To avoid this, he added another point. "..besides, you told me you hated your first name and you would never answer to it, nor would you refer to anyone by their first name...isn't that right?" He was halfway exposing his plan now, but hopefully, this guy would pay more attention to the question, not how it was stated.

[ShadesofGrey]

Adrian wasn't that kind of person though, he always paid attention to detail. Detail is half of the construction of an art work. "What?" He asked a bt defensive. "Well now, if I told you how I learned your first name then it wouldn't be any fun for us later, now would it?" He asked slyly, damn he hoped this wasn't going to end badly. "You know what they say though, when someone tries to make an enemy of you, you should always keep that person close. So why not use first names?" He had slight insight as to what was going on but he wasn't going to go for his gun just yet, no, that would be too risky. Play it off, keep it cool and it's in the bag. He had a slight fear though now of being caught and he had heard some pretty gruesome stories too. Keeping the files in hand he was out of the door, in the clear or so he had hoped. Oh God don't let this crazy doctor follow me. He prayed silently.

[Doc]

Fortuantly for him, Calso exited the room in the opposite direction. He might have been new to this hospital, but he had explored it and he was certain he knew it like the back of his hand. He turned a few cornors, took a short cut through someones office and came out just in time to grab Adrian and pull him into an empty room, shoving the gun in his mouth. "Now now Black Nation, be good and hand over the file and I might keep this gun from putting a hole in the back of your head." Now, Calso had a bad habit of bluffing to the point where he believed it himself. One: He didn't know if this guy was a Black Nation, he didn't even know if he wasn't white nation. Two: He also had a habit of loosing his temper and right now he was doing just that.

[ShadesofGrey]

Adrian's eyes went wide as a gun was shoved into his mouth. He managed a gasp and held up his hands that were now both empty. He had stopped at one other place before being taken into a random room with this ....Doctor? that was promising to blow his brains out. Trying to talk would be useless, which was obvious. He kept the look of surprise on his face, maybe his gig wasn't over just yet. His body shook a bit as he began to ease one hand to try and remove the gun from its current place because honestly it did not taste all that wonderful and it smelled of gun grease and cleaner. Pushing his luck?.....As always.

[Doc]

"AH! Don't touch the gun!" He ordered, pushing it a little further in his mouth. "Just hand over the files." He knew his gun couldn't taste good, but that wasn't about to stop him from shoving it down this guys throat. He figured since he didn't make any comment about his nation then he was probably right about the Black Nation part. He sneered at him, seeing as the files were no longer in his hand. "Where did you put them!?" He slid the gun out of his mouth, but held a firm grip on the back of his neck, not loosening his grip for one second.

[ShadesofGrey]

Adrian growled. "God, do you know how aweful that taste?! Christ...." He sneered, sticking is tongue out in disgust. "I don't have them anymore because someone else put me on the spot." He frowned grimly. "Now then, Mr.Dr.Calso. Search me if you want but I need to go get chewed out now and really don't have time for this." He held a snappy, poofy tone as he spoke with the older agent. There was an actual chance that he was telling the truth there. Struggling, he tried to get out of the other man's grasp. He was being spunky.

[Doc]

Calso kept him firmly held, not letting him have one inch of lea-way. "Alright, you, if you don't have the damn files, you take me to them, NOW!" He drug him out of the room, keeping his hand tightly clenching him by the hair. "Alright Black Nation, where are the files, either your going to take me to them, or I'm going to end up dragging you all over this hospital." He wasn't really all that pissed and he had too much work to keep up with him, he was just hoping that he would crack and end of cooraperating......eventually.

[ShadesofGrey]

Adrian let out a growl of pain as his hair was being pulled basically. "Why the fuck should I?!" He demaned to know, it wasn't his job to take anyone to anything, especially when he supposedly didn't have it anymore. "It's not my problem any more! Go find it yourself!" He struggled, wincing, but still wanting to get away. He hated it when other people did this. "Let me go!!" He reached for the other man's arm and grabbed his own gun with the other. Aiming it with a dead serious face as the barrel pressed firmly into the doctor's chest.

[Doc]

"Go ahead and shoot boy, you're in the White Nation, it'll be the last thing you do." He threatened, the barrel of his own gun pressed against Adrian's temple. He wasn't afraid of getting shot, dying, hell he didn't want to die but he didn't fear death. He was surrounded by it throughout his entire rookie days. Once again, his bosse's voice rang in his ears, his eye twitching through the memory, one eye watching the scene, the other keeping a close dead stare on Adrian. "If ya can't save 'em...shoot 'em." He could say it exactly the way his boss did, getting caught up, not relizing he himself had said it. He snapped out of his memories, glaring the other down. "Go ahead....or are you gonna tell me what the hell you did with those files."