Reassignments [Rutaba]

The faint visage of a male came to view behind the glass door entrance; even after he entered she could tell that there wasn’t anything that was quite significant about him in terms of looks. The stranger was slightly on the average size on the height spectrum with raven hair and eyes. If anything, he seemed to look like any typical Saiyan. It seemed like quite the contrast to the fact that she could easily tell that he was someone with an aura of strength flowing from him that she couldn’t help but feel a little surprised at the two factors. “No, you’re just on time.” Their superior spoke, providing the younger male an approving nod of his head as he patiently waited for him to sit down. Mint merely kept her eye on the newcomer closely, observant to see if anything was strange about him, all the while lifting the edges of her lips to form a smile radiating amiableness.

He produced a swift greet, a pleasant one at that. While she did know his name, it was only due to it being mentioned a bit earlier, so she wasn’t quite sure if that was accurate. Mint looked down towards the hand that was offered to her, lifting up her own and with a fast arc, she swept it down to grasp him with a firm grasp. “You can call me Mint, nice to meet you.” She was a bundle of energy, probably because the great start to the day that she had, but she certainly wanted to leave a good and lasting impression. After all first impressions normally defined how things would be between people and she certainly didn’t want an awkward or irritating mess to deal with on a daily basis. “-Right.” Their superior would cut in with a cough into a cupped hand, before peering his gaze at the two as if he was sizing them up and analysing them both.

“Yes, you two will be working together from now on. You may suspect this to be an odd move granted how you used to work in a bigger group Rutaba, but there’s reasoning behind this.” His arms crossed, providing a light sigh. “With the recent changes to how the force works we currently need every member to be at least working with another person, a few incidents occurred as of late that could have been prevented by having this enforced earlier on.” Mint raised her brow in curiosity at the mention of incidents, after all that was something that was new to her. Was it due to the fact that the capital has been popular with odd figures as of late? “While I would find it a bit more perfect to have your squad consist of more soldiers, with all the changes going on a lot of people are being assigned to different cities and different planets as a move of the higher ups to provide more safety to the citizens and give them peace of mind, leaving less men to hand out. However this doesn’t mean that someone else won't be assigned to your team in the future.” The brunette continued to be a bit bewildered, not quite fully understanding what was going on. Was it some kind of political move, gaining the trust of the citizens for some cause? Perhaps because a new person came into leadership of the force that they were trying to gain favour so they can stay in power for longer.

“Now, why have I chosen you two as partners instead of someone else you may ask?” His hand moved towards the side, picking up two files with their names on it, and placing it on the desk in front of the two. “I examined your history, your past work on the force and your current performance and I believe as of now you two would work best together.” His eyes would look towards Mint as a feeling of intimidation would flow from him, leaving her to gulp having bad flash-backs of being scolded in this position. “Mint, your performance in the force has been improving as of late considering how you were when you first enlisted. However, you still are one to make rash decisions and ultimately you’re a bit too tied down with your past to be left alone. I personally have served with your adoptive father so I know you’re receiving the right guidance however being with a member much more experienced than you on the field will do you good.” All of those were reasons that she couldn’t help but agree with, but she did feel a bit bitter about the mention of her past. Nerveless, she obediently nodded to his words, accepting them begrudgingly.

“Rutaba, despite the fact that you have been working on your own your performance so far has been outstanding. However despite the misfortunate incident that has happened in the past, you will find yourself working with others even if you don’t want to and you need to readjust yourself to getting used to that. While I do sympathise with your position, I do believe mint is a person that you can trust but I also want you to guide her being a member of the force much longer than her. There’s still a lot for her to learn and I do believe this experience will aid you as well.” Mint couldn’t help but feel like she was being a bit undermined with the fact that she was being seen as inexperienced. But she supposed that she didn’t have a chance to deal with any major cases with most of Sadal being peaceful twenty-four seven. But she couldn’t help but feel a sensation of curiosity towards what else was said, fortunately she didn’t think it was right to try and delve into people’s past if she didn’t want hers probed either.

“The work that you’ll be assigned to do will be sent to you soon. So, do you two have any questions? Any objections to this team and suggestions you want to make. Don’t stray away; I’m all open to suggestions.” He asked the two, with his eyes staring at both of them in a rhythmic manner. Mint would merely sink into a thinking posture, attempting to drum up any ideas however with the whole thing being rather solid she couldn’t think of a thing to add on. Thus, her attention diverted back to Rutaba, seeing if he had any problems about them being grouped.

Upon having a listen to Rutaba’s words that were presented in the meeting there was one thing that wouldn’t escape Mint’s attention about her co-worker. His words appeared to have an air of maturity based on the way that his spoke, if she had to assume whether he was someone that seemed trustworthy based on his earlier displays, Rutaba at the very least wouldn’t have any trouble working with him and listening to him at any case. Her left hand curled it’s way around her right wrist, rotating slowly, a little knack of hers often presented when she’s deeply thinking about something.

“I wouldn’t normally allow for people to choose their members, I personally review teams in order to account for both growth and to see the best way to prevent any problematic incidents which may jeopardize the lives civilians and the squad. However granted that you file a request with me and a background check doesn’t show any problems that may deter me from giving an O-K, I’ll be willing to allow for this to happen. Does this compromise sit well with you?” It wasn’t the easiest of processes, but it seemed like the man had to be on top of these matters else he wouldn’t be doing his job correctly. Mint however was a little curious to why that question was asked. Did Rubata already have a person in mind to be place within the squad, or was he just asking for future reference? While she didn’t mind more company, Mint felt it would be a little problematic if she would end up being the third-wheel if the man invited friends to join up although he didn’t seem like the type to be asked someone to join a squad just because they were buddies.

Within the time that this took to be said however, a question that concerned her did however plop up within her brain. Tightening the grip around her wrist, with a little bit of hesitation in her voice she presented forward her own query. “Does… this mean that I’ll need to involve Rutaba my personal investigation regarding the-” Hesitation pushed her words to come to an halt, as she bit down on her lip choosing to remain silent for a bit. The superior stared at the woman, sighing he could tell what she was talking about due to checking up on her recent files. “Any research you do in our databases can be incognito if need be, however if you are undertaking an active search on any leads that you have found you will have to involve your squad in the matter in order to limit the risk of danger. This strictly means that you’re not allowed to go on your own into danger.” The last lines were spoken in a deep and sharp tone, Mint merely having her eyes staring towards the side with explicit uncomfortably in the answer. It was a pickle indeed, but she was determined to investigate this matter on her own even at the cost of breaking rules.

Gently the woman rose up, her displeasure still evident on her face even though she later flashed Rutaba a false smile. “Yes. That would be all. If any complications occur, report them to me and I’ll attempt to deal with them whether they are about your squad or something else of importance. Otherwise, you can report to the manager at your branch station.” “I’ll be sure to do that if anything comes up.” Mint said in acknowledgement, taking a brief few steps towards the exit before twisting around and glancing at Rutaba. She was quite aware of the suggestion that he made earlier and had no reasons in order to decline, feeling as she needed to learn a bit more about him before actually trusting him whether it came down to the wire. “Sure, I’m up for a chat. It’s better to learn about you now before I do something stupid such as give you an allergic reaction to a peanut butter sandwich I gave to you.” It may have been seen as a joke, but that incident did actually occur once and she wasn’t too keen to make a little mistake like that again. “Have you got any idea on where to talk?” The Saiyan let out, turning around and lightly pushing at the door to leave the room, expecting to be followed.

With her words it seemed that he certainly found it a little odd that she stuck something about an allergy in there, it was something that she found odd herself. A Saiyan being allergic to any food felt like outright blasphemy, but it was a past lesson that allowed her to be attentive to what kind of reaction her efforts may produce. Mint made sure to give her superior a wave, while there was a few thigs brought up that she didn’t quite like that was said; the man was simply doing his job and genuinely did seem to care for the well-being of his men. Although something about his words about her past and the mentioning of her foster dad seemed to make her believe that he was somehow involved on divulging a few details about her to her superior knowing how well her dad liked to stick himself into her business. She’d take a mental note to have a little word with him later, showcasing slight contained irritation as she did.

With a skilful swing of bat, her question about a decision on what to do was redirected to her as the two were heading out of the HQ, Mint sure to provide a few waves of her hand to members that she knew or were familiar with on the way out just to be polite. It was a sly act indeed, but the Saiyan didn’t particularly mind having a few choice options of her own. “I’m surprised that none of your ideas was just to find a nice place to just stop and chat.” She’d point out, wondering if he happened to be a workaholic of some sorts that wasn’t the type to remain still. “Both of your ideas are pretty good! A patrol would allow for a chat, but a spar would allow for us to see how exactly we would deal with something like an attack.” Plus, it would allow for her to see how strong exactly he is. Considering she was able to sense that he was strong, she did have an idea, but strength wasn’t always everything when it came down to a fight as there was numerous other factors in there. A stray pointer finger nestled upon her lower lip, as she stared to whatever was above her in thought. “I don’t have any preferences of my own with these kinds of things. I’m used to talking while training with my dad in the mornings, so I guess I’d be more inclined to pick that.”

The breeze of the wind, along with the bustling noises of the city made her feel awfully calm in comparison to her having to be a little energetic in the HQ in order to conceal anxious emotions. She shifted a glance to her feet, listening to Rutaba words and taking a breath in order to clear her thoughts. “I know. It isn’t my first rodeo.” She did suppose her prior actions showed that she had signs that she didn’t trust the other Saiyan, but that couldn’t be helped. Even if they are now work-partners she couldn’t quite grow to trust someone that she just met, despite how carefree she may try to make herself act. “If something does come up, I’ll make sure to tell you. But for now it’s nothing to worry about. Honestly.” Mint feigned another false smile, a bit recognizable than the last. If people were objects, she’d be a box with multiple locks. It would certainly take a lot of work finding the keys that would unlock her shackles.

“I don’t have anything to ask you about, unless you’ve got anything to divulge about yourself.” It was clear that her words were likely influenced a bit about her still anxious state. “If you want to know about me, all I can tell you is that I’m pretty much what you see. I just want to do a little good for others, like what’s been done for me. It’s also a good excuse to stay in top shape and get stronger as well.” Her arm stretched out, showing it’s slightly muscular form as she pressed a hand upon it, as her showcase that she was quite fit and well. “I’m normally at my home at the outskirts of the capital, if not working. Probably training or just fiddling with a few… things.” While she could tell him that those things happen to be gadgets of some sorts, she knew very well that most Saiyans weren’t interested in that kind of stuff so purposely left it out. After all, it wasn’t like she didn’t have someone she could talk about those things with. “My favourite food would probably be anything sweet, cakes especially. And apart from liquorish I don’t think I have anything I hate.”

The brunette halted in her steps, expectant on the male to lead her someplace. She didn’t quite know where exactly they were heading and figured that Rutaba had figured out a place they would head to whether it was for a spar or a patrol. With a twist to face him, with hands held behind her back, she’d finally ask. “So, you’ve decided on our plan for today?”