It's been a month since the killer meme case and Aleph is happy to be back in his own office, sorting through his own mound of paperwork and case files. His team is currently split on two different investigations, both small items that should be wrapped up quickly. He knows how badly the need small wins at the moment, since most of them are still in various states of recovery, both mental and physical. He's sorting through recently received case files waiting for Interface to join him so they can talk about the next cases the team needs to take. He sorts everything into three piles. The piles aren't labeled, and he doesn't talk to anyone about the difference between the piles, but in his head he knows the difference. The first pile, he's refers to as the "Done" pile. It's a short stack of folders, but it's the subset of cases that shouldn't take more than a few moments of research, paperwork, or perhaps a quick trip to the case location to settle. It's done because it doesn't require a lot of attention, and it's a great pile to rely on at times like this when the team needs accomplishments, no matter how small.
The second pile is the largest of the three and he calls it the "Risk" stack. It's all the cases that might require some monitoring; non-cases that could become cases with just a small tweak. This pile is generated from a National database that gets fed to him from The Foundation, and he doesn't really ask many questions about it. But each time he looks at a case file, unless there's an immediate threat, it goes into this pile. For those that are immediate threats, or where they need immediate attention, they go into the third and thankfully smallest stack, the one he calls "Security". This stack is always the hardest to look through, but always the most urgent. It means cases that have higher death tolls, outrageous motives and sadly the most misused amount of powers. In all his years it's that combination that still makes him sleep uneasily at night. That despite the great gifts people have come to find in themselves in the past few decades, their blatant misuse to strew death and chaos is the saddest to him.
He flips through the last file in his physical inbox, only just in time, as Interface is at that moment lightly rapping on his office door. He mumbles something and gestures for Interface to enter just as he finishes giving the notes a last glance - enough to know it can go in the Done pile.
"Hey Glenn, good timing." He spares a glance towards his computer screen, noting the several emails that have arrived since he started sorting through the files. He makes a mental note to get back to them, as soon as he and Hess finish going through the Security cases on his desk.
He shifts the piles on his desk, making sure to slide the Done pile towards Hess, so that he'll take those files with him when he goes. He uses both Interface and Bet as clean-up and contacts for the Done piles, they can get the rest of the team to finish them off, and he relies on Hess to make the calls to the inquiring offices when they're done. Hess takes the hint and scoops up the short stack of files and puts them on the second chair in front of Aleph's desk. He'll transfer them to his own desk when he's done here. It's a routine they've fallen into in the time they've been working together, and it helps free Aleph's time for more pressing cases. Hess may not know what the other stack is for, or what Aleph calls it, but he knows the time they spend in between cases, Aleph spends sifting through it to make sure there's no way they can help without it becoming a full Foundation investigation.
Aleph pulls the first case file from the Security stack and hands it to Hess directly. "I think you're going to want to look at this one."
Hess flips the file open and scans the first page. "Another hit-and-run in Kansas City?" He searches the page, looking for something specific this time, and a brief wave of confusion flashes across his face. "Different part of town. But there was a note." He nods as if connecting the pieces in his mind as he continues to look at the file. "Different note. Different handwriting." He stops and gives Aleph a questioning look.
"It's up to you and Rook if you want to go. I don't know that there's anything there right now. It's hard to tell, and maybe it's just coincidence."
"But what if it isn't?"
Aleph nods. "Precisely."
"And the rest of the team?"
"Well, we still have a lot of other cases to work on," he rests his hand on his Security pile of folders and gives it a gentle pat. "However, if it turns into something else..." he lets the sentence off as Hess nods his agreement.
Hess closes the case file with the one hand and gestures to the stack under Aleph's. "Want to go through those first?"
"I think I can manage. You find Rook, maybe even give that detective you talked to a call. Maybe he'll know something. Then call that prescint we don't want to go in uninvited, but..."
"We can if we want to."
Aleph nods. "Privileges of a private employer."