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{August 25th, 1833.}
Flynn, on the highest floor of Flynn Investigation Co, worked by lamp light on the finishing touches of his letter. It was that time again that a new set of investigators were to come and replace the old. This happened every time, and every time he felt even sadder about the whole ordeal. Though, it was necesarry for everything that he, and the heads at Tol, worked for.
He dipped his pen in ink, and stared at what he'd written so far. On the side of his desk was another paper, the letter he delivered to the previous investigators. The letters were basically identical. Flynn wasn't one for words or one for public speaking as he hadn't been out of his room in a very, very long time. Despite having no one to watch him, he could feel the eyes of the press eagerly peering over his work and judging him. Flynn had to get something out tonight.
Flynn rephrased a few things taking his patent white ink to the paper. He changed some adjectives and nouns, and eventually the paper had a new tone to it. Flynn was mostly content with it and pulled his drawer out retrieving his stamp. He folded the paper and slipped it into his priority envelope along with some air ship tickets, and closed the flap with the New Victorian seal. A large gear with NV in the very middle.
It represented how everything in New Victoria worked as a whole, and everyone was a little gear; a part of a large machine. Flynn used to think he understood what that machine was, but he wasn't so sure anymore.
As soon as it hit paper, he felt as though he'd signed a contract. These people who he would trust to protect the city would have a big task. He had observed them for so long, but even after all this time doubt still loomed in him. One investigator was especially young, only 19 of age. Was he silly for choosing someone so young? Flynn didn't have an answer.
The night drew on. The sound of thunder clapped and bright flashes illuminated his room through the drapes. The shadows of knick knacks and bottle air ships danced for a moment in the light. Flynn stamped the final letter, gathered them all together, and slid them into a chute to the lower floor.
Exhausted, he leaned back into his chair putting a weary hand to his face. The gears turned in clock over his dresser, and deep down he couldn't help but feel despair for his future, and for his investigators.
{August 26th 1833}
The envelopes worked their way through the mail system and found their way to three very lucky individuals.
Cyrus, whom Flynn had picked him first to be on the new team. The man was a suggestion from the heads in Tol, although it was more of an order to have him on the team. A new type of soldier to be disguised as an 'interrogator', though Flynn knew of his potential. Flynn still wasn't sure how he'd explain it to everyone else, but briefing would hopefully go smoothly.
The next person was Mizore Ruko. A deadly assassin. Not much of an investigator, but Flynn wouldn't argue with having someone on the team to look after everyone else. After what happened in '24, he couldn't risk losing another person to an investigation. It simply was too heartbreaking. Flynn trusted them to accept the offer despite the possibility of their disposition not being one for authority. A risk he was willing to take.
Finally, Dr. Edward Berkeley, who Flynn was thrilled to have on the team. If they would accept, which they would most likely. Dr. Edward Berkeley was an elegant man, a gentleman, and a brillant. The person Flynn specifically wanted to have as the lead investigator. Flynn had only seen pictures and heard rumors about him, but he sounded enthusiastic, with discover and wonder burning in his eyes. An excellent edition to the team.
The letters delivered themselves to the team wherever they were. Now, Flynn only had to wait for them to come to New Victoria through the Air Ships. Flynn ordered a carriage to be outside awaiting their arrival with directions straight to the Flynn Investigation & Co HQ.
The faster they arrived the better. For as cliché as it was, time was running out.
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