Day 3
Since we're talking about minor characters I thought I'd highlight the DEPRAC agent from the auction. He's not my favourite by any means but he adds a lot of essential world building to the story.
It's very interesting to see how government secret services work in the ghost ridden world of lockwood and co. This agent, an adult (who we can assume has never had the talent) is sent as a spy to do underground surveillance work in the ghost black market. He infiltrates one of the top dealers by joining his gang (leaving his family behind in the process) and after 5 months of feeding information to DEPRAC comes across two teenage agents trying to steal a powerful source. He puts his life on the line to let them escape only to find that they stayed and finds himself faced with having to kill them. He decides not to, and loses his life for this act of morality.
His character highlights not only what the life of an adult agent can look like, but also a new look at how adults veiw children in this world.
People like Barnes are respectful but acknowledge they are the adults and have more perspective than the kids which is why they make the decisions.
People like Joplin are jealous and try to use the children for their nieve nature to gain power and knowledge.
People like this deprac agent are dismissive and frustrated at the kids but at the end of day still recognise that in a life or death situation, he is the one who should be sacrificing himself for them.
I dunno, I find the child/adult dynamics in this series very fascinating as the range of reactions you would get if grown people suddenly had to rely on children to keep them safe would be insane, I like that the series recognises this and includes characters with different ways of treating these young agents.
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the girl that kindness forgot | part 1
SUMMARY: I never knew that I’d suffer anything worse than losing my family (sans one) to a ghost. And yes, I didn’t. But I was approached by Anthony Lockwood, a man that I hate, to help him with his small-time agency. Me being me, my guilty conscious got to my head, and now look at me.
I honestly think I’m going mad.
CHAPTER ONE: REMINISCE THE GOLDEN DAYS, OLD FRIEND
I was sitting at my office desk, flicking through some digital files. They concerned information about Lockwood and Co, given to me by DEPRAC after I requested it, just to do some background research.
“Miss Hernandez, someone’s here to see you.” My assistant called, so I looked up from my computer.
“Send them in, Laila.” I busied myself in the computer again, typing fast just as two boots clicked their way across the floor. “Anthony Lockwood. You’re an hour late.” I lectured coldly, not looking up to meet the eyes of my visitor.
“I apologise for that, Ar-“
“It’s Miss Hernandez to you in my office, Lockwood.” I looked up, and we met eyes for the first time in a while. He was taller, about 5’ 7”, his cheekbones were more defined and as usual, his dark circles. The outfit was suitable for an office, though. Mine was a little… unconventional.
“Ok… Miss Hernandez. I came because I need your help.”
“If it’s money, you can leave.” I shot back, setting my jaw. I knew he was a stubborn person. It’s good he met me, then.
“It’s about ghosts.”
“What about them?”
“I want you to join my company-“
“I own one for a reason, Lockwood.” I swiftly replied. “SP3CTR is my company. I don’t work for others.”
“Hear me out.” He begged. “I know you’re a skilled ghost hunter. One of the most skilled in the world, and I need your help because DEPRAC will be on my case soon enough. Plus, the ghosts are getting more and more dangerous.”
“One, of course you know I’m skilled, we trained together. Two, DEPRAC is obviously after you, they loathe you with a burning passion. Three, when it gets too dangerous, then I can come into play. Otherwise, I need to mind my company.” I stared him down intensely, unwavering, but he didn’t back down either.
“Reminisce the golden days, old friend.” He convinced, English accent producing more clipped tones than ever.
“The golden days are over, and reminiscing is for the weak.” I spat. He smirked, drawing his rapier.
“You lost your fighting spirit.” He teased. “Shame.”
I reached for the scabbard hung on the wall and pulled out my gold rapier, gifted by my dad, brandishing it. “Over my dead body.”
“Let’s test that out, shall we?” I leapt nimbly off the desk and let our blades clash, stepping forward and making him instinctively step back, the sound of metal on metal grating our ears, but we continued anyway. “Stop playing, Miss Hernandez, I know you can do better than that.” My clandestine anger surged from its hiding spot, and I viciously flicked my blade, swiping it clean out of his grip and letting it lodge itself into the wall.
“I stopped playing.” I panted. “Are you happy now?”
“More or less.” He shrugged, a small smirk tugging at his lips. It makes me wanna-
“Wrong. You’re never satisfied, Lockwood. Not even George and that new kid of yours could balance you out.” I retorted, turning away.
“Exactly why we need you.” I reached two fingers backwards, feeling a small piece of paper slot in between my fingers. “That’s my calling card. If you’re interested, give it a ring.”
“Don’t sit on it.”
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