Unreal…those were the first words that came to Jace's mind as he entered the space of white and blue.
It looked more like a segment in a futuristic spaceship than a space housed within a building.
The highlight, though, was three distinct neon-lit office booths, each facing a particular section of the wall, with panels on both sides of their desks to improve privacy.
Two of the booths were occupied and had neon tubes-lit green around them, the other was unoccupied and neon lit red..
Jace made his way to that booth.
Within the booth, affixed to the wall was a pretty damn large screen, that if not for the digital text pulsing at its lowest section, he would have mistaken the screen for a glass or something else, with how real and original the person behind it looked.
This screen of possibly the most heavily pixelated quality he had seen, however, couldn't hold a candle in awe, in comparison to the being that was currently looking at Jace behind it..
Every single feature of his face was so symmetrically accurate it felt uncanny, the eyes and bearing of the man made him feel like he was in the presence of some kind of superior human…and it was obvious the man behind that screen could tell what he felt with the smile playing on its really healthy lips. If that was even a thing.
The Enforcer had white, lustrous flowing hair, soft blue eyes, a face that was the picture of youthful masculinity, a skin so pale…but yet so rich with vitality.
Come on…Get it together man. Jace chastised himself as he took a seat, pulling his eyes off the man and rather focusing it on the other highlights of the booth.
It wasn't much.
Just a rectangular pulsing mid section of the desk, maybe for a keyboard or something, a transparent cylindrical tube holding a set of digi-bangles, carrying the phrase 'GO! GO! ENFORCERS'.
What the hell was even that?
The cringyness of the digi-bangle did a good job of strongly orienting him back.
"I would like to initiate a very urgent process for a crime against my kid," Jace said, his eyes firmly on that of the enforcer, the whole superior vibe he gave off, temporarily at the very back of his mind.
The perfect man did not reply; if anything at all, Jace caught a bit of irritation flash across his eyes.
"My daughter has been kidnapped," Jace emphasized the urgency of his situation. "I would like to initiate a process to get her back."
The enforcer didn't reply, he let his fingers drum across the desk, his eyes darting across Jace's being…studying him.
His gaze made him self-conscious of how ragged his clothes were, courtesy of the early morning altercation. It also made him a bit more sensitive to how he kinda stunk.
Wait a minute, can he catch my scent behind that screen?
"First time?" the enforcer asked, breaking his train of thought.
Jace echoed back his words to him, confirming.
The Enforcer scoffed in possibly disbelief. Jace wondered why, but the Enforcer didn't push on it. So he didn't bother to keep his mind on it either.
"Clarify?" Perfect pale man demanded in a single word.
Jace adhered.
He ran through the events of the incident in spoken words.
The Cafe…the gang, their vehicle, the qube in their possession…the Cursed Hobogoblin and the eventual napping of his daughter.
He held back his death, her awakening, and the part where he was a very active participant in the gunfight, for pretty obvious reasons.
At several points during the debrief, he had expected a reaction from the Enforcer, but nah..nothing.
The guy took it all in, like he was listening to an ASMR podcast. The most reaction he ever noted from his face was when the female Denizen he had chanced entered the space.
If his calculations weren't off with the angles, the Enforcer had focused a bit too long on her butt.
It was kinda offsetting that some butt held more interest than the whole gist of how his daughter was nabbed.
But such was life…He dealt with it, without a pause in his debrief.
No immediate reply from the Enforcer followed his talk, Jace noted his fingers hovering and tapping away…He seemed to be interacting with an AR interface.
"That's not the full story, though," the Enforcer stopped mid tap and spoke to him.
Jace kept his mouth sealed; experiences from a past life reminded him that when dealing with authority. The less said…the better.
He was pretty convinced he had made known all the information needed for a proper response from the Enforcer corp available.
"Let me fill in the blanks," The Enforcer's smug voice reached him.
"You were quite the active one in the exchange."
Jace did his best to keep a poker face, but immediately learnt how bad of a decision it was when the Enforcer's lip curled up into a smile as if confirming something from his poker face reaction.
"The exchange got heated, and you pulled back to save your hair." Unasked Sherlock continued. "The goblins took your daughter out of spite, and now you are here."
Jace did his best to hold back a triumphant smile at how badly he fumbled at the end. The Enforcer took note anyway. He was really out of his depth in trying to hide any reaction from the patchborn.
"Something's not exactly right," the Enforcer acknowledged, bringing a finger to his chin in contemplation.
"Can a response be initiated already," Jace reminded the Enforcer Kijo, as he took notice of the tag across his breast pocket, finally.
The Enforcer didn't respond immediately though, he stroked his shin a bit more, operating on a totally different frequency than his attendee.
"No matter," he said after a while, coming off his melancholic pose. "You provided enough details to initiate a process, so I have already logged in your report."
"What do you mean logged in?" Jace asked. "My case is already being attended to already?" he added immediately after…surprised.