Ana and Guy drift away from the hallway that leads towards the baggage claim and into a small, side Cinnabon restaurant. It's mid-evening, and the shop looks to be closing up. There are only four small tables in the shop, and they all have their chairs turned upside down on them. The squishing sound of mopping is accompanied by the low mumbling of someone counting.
Seventeen... Eighteen... The mopping stops as the clerk cleaning the floor sees the two enter the shop. She looks to be in her late teens and greets the couple.
Welcome to Cinnabon, we're about to close... She says, almost about to usher the two out the shop when the man at the register interrupts her.
Yes, we are. However, we still have a few things left from the last batch we baked, about half an hour ago. If you're interested, He adds to his barely-false smile. Only the slightest hint in his tone reveals that he's not genuinely thrilled about customers at this hour. From sound and presentation, he is a good salesman, likely at least an assistant manager.
Kevin:[spoiler]No, not stressed or nervous. If anything, slightly cautious, but he seems to feel like has control of the situation.[/spoiler]
Davis:[spoiler]Locked doors? In the immediate vicinity of customs, there are 5 doors that look like they are for authorized personnel. Two to the right and two to the left of the desks. Behind the desks, once you past customs there's the fifth door. Only that one says "Authorized Personnel," though. One on the right and left says "Private" and the others are unmarked. Davis can easily see
2d6=4 of those black spherical cameras from where he is that seem to cover most of customs. Signs behind and to the left of customs lead to food, bathroom, baggage claim, and exits. Signs to the right lead to another terminal, restrooms, and a private airline club. Back the way you came are gates, bathrooms, food, and duty-free shops. The security guards both have tags: J. Fillson and T. Hooker. The customs official's name tag is a first name only "Samson." The guards have what look like pistols on their right hips and tasers on their left. Samson is unarmed.
Okay, that should cover your notice.
They were two separate cases, so yes, there were discrepancies, as expected. It doesn't seem they're tied in together except by CoD, which is drowning in both cases. The captain had blunt force trauma to the head that was premortem, hence the investigation of the crew still. The baker had bruises on his arms, but those were post mortem, so likely from rocks or the pier. The victims were both male, but that's about all they had in common. One was late 40's, one early 30's. Both Irish, which I guess counts. One dark haired, one red headed. One native to the area, one not. If you have another question later that could be revealed by the report, you've already rolled, so ask and I'll let you know if the report answers it.[/spoiler]
The official smiles as Davis complies eagerly and turns on his heels and begins to march toward the two doors on the right. As they come to the unmarked door, he pulls out a keycard and swipes it through a slot next to the door. A light flashes green twice and the lock audibly disengages. He turns the knob and addresses Davis,
If your children will wait in here, Mr. Davis, I'd like to ask you a few questions in my office, first.
Sorry kids, I'll be just a moment. Help yourselves to the snacks. She smiles and closes the door once more.
The office is maybe a full ten feet wide, but Davis doubts it. There's a set of lockers on the left wall, presumably for the different head customs officials and two desks with chairs, both of which have computers covering about half of the desk and papers covering the other half. Indicating one of the chairs, Samson turns to Major Davis,
Please have a seat. So what brings you to Ireland, Mr... Davis? He asks as he checks the passport once more.