#muse: matsuda pearson

[mysticbluejay]

Matsuda Pearson was among this small group of people, though wasn't necessarily present on time. See, being from Somerville, Massachusetts, he had to catch a flight from Massachusetts to California.

Matsuda was considered a lead detective in Somerville and one of the best detectives in the state of Massachusetts as a whole. He had spent his entire life working his way up to get to where he was now. Honestly, his current position was a miracle all on its own with how young he was - one of the best detectives in the state of Massachusetts at just age 22? It was impressive and an accomplishment that Matsuda was proud of.

Being in the position he was in, the captain of the police station assigned Matsuda a case out of state - the one involving disappearances in LA. While it was out of his comfort zone, after looking over the details he was provided upfront, he was intrigued to say the least. Agreeing to take the case, a flight was scheduled for him immediately.

Everything should have gone smoothly! But it didn't. Matsuda's flight got delayed, which put him behind for the event currently taking place at Encom right now. Of course... why wouldn't something go wrong?

After a few more minutes, Matsuda practically tumbles through the entrance, panting quite heavily as he pauses to catch his breath. He brings an arm up, resting his hand against the wall to steady his body.

He pokes his head up, looking around the room and mentally scanning each person. Dusting off his long coat, he clears his through and approaches the group.

"Good morning, everyone-! I apologize for the lateness, my flight was a bit behind... I'm afraid I didn't have time for... anything. But, I'm here now!"

Finding that he received a few stares, he recoils a bit and puts on a more professional expression.

"Good morning to all of you. I'm Detective Matsuda Pearson, and I'll be working to help get this all figured out."

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If Ed had a nickel for every time something went wrong at work, he'd have enough money to buy off the company, but walking in on a literal crime scene certainly took the cake.

He froze just inside the sleek automatic glass doors of Encom tower, one hand clutching the soft leather strap of his briefcase, the other clutching the handle on Colossus, his service dog's harness. Several LAPD Officers and a couple others he didn't recognize talking with Hardington, Mackey, and Claire. Somehow, he had managed to beat the press here, though Ed doubted it would be long before they swarmed to the tower to get the latest scoop.

He hadn't had time to check the news that morning, and considering that the press wasn't already there, it might not have aired yet, but his stomach churned with dread. Of course, the disappearance of the ninteen-year-old tech genius, MIT student, and inventor, Ximena Pacheco-Navarro had caught his attention, both for the morbid intrigue at a mystery he would have enjoyed reading, if it were fictional, and out of professional interest. Except it wasn't a fictional mystery, and Pacheco-Navarro had been the first of a dozen disappearances in half as many weeks, all of whom were in some way connected to the tech industry, and after the third disappearance that he began to worry. Ed had no proof, but considering his father had threatened to abduct him if he didn't quit Encom to work for him... Ed had all but expected that it was only a mater of time before he ended up on the growing list of missing people.

And yet... if his suspicions were correct, someone else had disappeared.

The cool, wet sensation of the black wolfhound's nose on the back of his hand drew him back to the present.

Ed mulled over his options on how to proceed. He could, of course, go and see what was happening. He was high enough up the corporate ladder that this sort of news was something he would be expected to keep up with for the safety of those that worked under him, although he wasn't sure he had the spoons to deal with it at the moment. He could turn around and leave, except with just his luck the press would just be arriving and he would be the first one they would assault.

Or he could ignore it and proceed to his office, and go about his day as normal. Except Mackey would undoubtedly interrupt him at the most inopportune time and demand he put out whatever fire this was--

"Dillinger, there you are!" Richard Mackey called across the atrium as though summoned by the mere thought of him.

Well, it appeared his choice was made for him. Ed certainly did not have the energy for whatever was going to happen that day.

He resisted the urge to sigh, and instead squared his shoulders, schooled his expression to something aloof but professional, and marched toward the small cluster of people.

[mysticbluejay]

Listening closely to everyone, Matsuda's wrist was going a mile a minute as he wrote down every possible detail that he saw as important. His brain was thinking through things as he listened and wrote - where could he go next with this new information?

After a few moments, he clears his throat, looking around at everyone around him.

"Alright, so it seems that everyone seemed to know Mr. Bradley to a considerable extent. I'd love to hear anything about him that anyone might feel is relevant to this case. Also," he pauses, looking to Ed directly now, "you said you worked closely with Rio with them being your intern. Can you tell me more about that? Were there any signs that may have pointed to them disappearing the way they did?"

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If Ed had a nickel for every time something went wrong at work, he'd have enough money to buy off the company, but walking in on a literal crime scene certainly took the cake.

He froze just inside the sleek automatic glass doors of Encom tower, one hand clutching the soft leather strap of his briefcase, the other clutching the handle on Colossus, his service dog's harness. Several LAPD Officers and a couple others he didn't recognize talking with Hardington, Mackey, and Claire. Somehow, he had managed to beat the press here, though Ed doubted it would be long before they swarmed to the tower to get the latest scoop.

He hadn't had time to check the news that morning, and considering that the press wasn't already there, it might not have aired yet, but his stomach churned with dread. Of course, the disappearance of the ninteen-year-old tech genius, MIT student, and inventor, Ximena Pacheco-Navarro had caught his attention, both for the morbid intrigue at a mystery he would have enjoyed reading, if it were fictional, and out of professional interest. Except it wasn't a fictional mystery, and Pacheco-Navarro had been the first of a dozen disappearances in half as many weeks, all of whom were in some way connected to the tech industry, and after the third disappearance that he began to worry. Ed had no proof, but considering his father had threatened to abduct him if he didn't quit Encom to work for him... Ed had all but expected that it was only a mater of time before he ended up on the growing list of missing people.

And yet... if his suspicions were correct, someone else had disappeared.

The cool, wet sensation of the black wolfhound's nose on the back of his hand drew him back to the present.

Ed mulled over his options on how to proceed. He could, of course, go and see what was happening. He was high enough up the corporate ladder that this sort of news was something he would be expected to keep up with for the safety of those that worked under him, although he wasn't sure he had the spoons to deal with it at the moment. He could turn around and leave, except with just his luck the press would just be arriving and he would be the first one they would assault.

Or he could ignore it and proceed to his office, and go about his day as normal. Except Mackey would undoubtedly interrupt him at the most inopportune time and demand he put out whatever fire this was--

"Dillinger, there you are!" Richard Mackey called across the atrium as though summoned by the mere thought of him.

Well, it appeared his choice was made for him. Ed certainly did not have the energy for whatever was going to happen that day.

He resisted the urge to sigh, and instead squared his shoulders, schooled his expression to something aloof but professional, and marched toward the small cluster of people.

[mysticbluejay]

With a pen in his hand, Matsuda took notes on each person's designated tape. What they were doing, what they might have said, etc. When it came to cases like these, every detail was important. Even the smallest change in normal behaviour could give a point in the right direction.

Once the tapes were finished playing, Matsuda was silent, looking over his notes for a while as if he hadn't just written them moments before. After giving off what may have been an uncomfortable amount of silence to everyone else, he looks around between those whom he was working with.

"I appreciate being shown these. Did any of you in particular have any personal connections with any of the individuals in questions? Any close relations of any kind?"

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If Ed had a nickel for every time something went wrong at work, he'd have enough money to buy off the company, but walking in on a literal crime scene certainly took the cake.

He froze just inside the sleek automatic glass doors of Encom tower, one hand clutching the soft leather strap of his briefcase, the other clutching the handle on Colossus, his service dog's harness. Several LAPD Officers and a couple others he didn't recognize talking with Hardington, Mackey, and Claire. Somehow, he had managed to beat the press here, though Ed doubted it would be long before they swarmed to the tower to get the latest scoop.

He hadn't had time to check the news that morning, and considering that the press wasn't already there, it might not have aired yet, but his stomach churned with dread. Of course, the disappearance of the ninteen-year-old tech genius, MIT student, and inventor, Ximena Pacheco-Navarro had caught his attention, both for the morbid intrigue at a mystery he would have enjoyed reading, if it were fictional, and out of professional interest. Except it wasn't a fictional mystery, and Pacheco-Navarro had been the first of a dozen disappearances in half as many weeks, all of whom were in some way connected to the tech industry, and after the third disappearance that he began to worry. Ed had no proof, but considering his father had threatened to abduct him if he didn't quit Encom to work for him... Ed had all but expected that it was only a mater of time before he ended up on the growing list of missing people.

And yet... if his suspicions were correct, someone else had disappeared.

The cool, wet sensation of the black wolfhound's nose on the back of his hand drew him back to the present.

Ed mulled over his options on how to proceed. He could, of course, go and see what was happening. He was high enough up the corporate ladder that this sort of news was something he would be expected to keep up with for the safety of those that worked under him, although he wasn't sure he had the spoons to deal with it at the moment. He could turn around and leave, except with just his luck the press would just be arriving and he would be the first one they would assault.

Or he could ignore it and proceed to his office, and go about his day as normal. Except Mackey would undoubtedly interrupt him at the most inopportune time and demand he put out whatever fire this was--

"Dillinger, there you are!" Richard Mackey called across the atrium as though summoned by the mere thought of him.

Well, it appeared his choice was made for him. Ed certainly did not have the energy for whatever was going to happen that day.

He resisted the urge to sigh, and instead squared his shoulders, schooled his expression to something aloof but professional, and marched toward the small cluster of people.

[mysticbluejay]

Immediately, almost naturally, Matsuda's hand began jotting down notes. He dedicated a page of his notepad to each individual who had been reported missing. There, he started by writing each person's role within Encom and what time each of them left on the day that they went missing. He was also sure to note that Rio had gone missing on their walk home due to missing the last bus.

"All good information to get us going. I know that the cameras were already looked at, but is there any way I might be able to take a look at them? Oftentimes, there are underlying details that might not be noticed at first glance. Though, there might not be. But it would be a start."

He looks to Ed after a moment, offering a kind smile. "Thank you for the additional information on Rio, by the way, Mr. Dillinger."

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If Ed had a nickel for every time something went wrong at work, he'd have enough money to buy off the company, but walking in on a literal crime scene certainly took the cake.

He froze just inside the sleek automatic glass doors of Encom tower, one hand clutching the soft leather strap of his briefcase, the other clutching the handle on Colossus, his service dog's harness. Several LAPD Officers and a couple others he didn't recognize talking with Hardington, Mackey, and Claire. Somehow, he had managed to beat the press here, though Ed doubted it would be long before they swarmed to the tower to get the latest scoop.

He hadn't had time to check the news that morning, and considering that the press wasn't already there, it might not have aired yet, but his stomach churned with dread. Of course, the disappearance of the ninteen-year-old tech genius, MIT student, and inventor, Ximena Pacheco-Navarro had caught his attention, both for the morbid intrigue at a mystery he would have enjoyed reading, if it were fictional, and out of professional interest. Except it wasn't a fictional mystery, and Pacheco-Navarro had been the first of a dozen disappearances in half as many weeks, all of whom were in some way connected to the tech industry, and after the third disappearance that he began to worry. Ed had no proof, but considering his father had threatened to abduct him if he didn't quit Encom to work for him... Ed had all but expected that it was only a mater of time before he ended up on the growing list of missing people.

And yet... if his suspicions were correct, someone else had disappeared.

The cool, wet sensation of the black wolfhound's nose on the back of his hand drew him back to the present.

Ed mulled over his options on how to proceed. He could, of course, go and see what was happening. He was high enough up the corporate ladder that this sort of news was something he would be expected to keep up with for the safety of those that worked under him, although he wasn't sure he had the spoons to deal with it at the moment. He could turn around and leave, except with just his luck the press would just be arriving and he would be the first one they would assault.

Or he could ignore it and proceed to his office, and go about his day as normal. Except Mackey would undoubtedly interrupt him at the most inopportune time and demand he put out whatever fire this was--

"Dillinger, there you are!" Richard Mackey called across the atrium as though summoned by the mere thought of him.

Well, it appeared his choice was made for him. Ed certainly did not have the energy for whatever was going to happen that day.

He resisted the urge to sigh, and instead squared his shoulders, schooled his expression to something aloof but professional, and marched toward the small cluster of people.

[mysticbluejay]

Matsuda followed along with the introductions, extending his arm to shake the hands of a few of them. "It's nice to meet you all as well, though an unfortunate situation to be meeting under."

He glanced between each of the people involved in this informational meeting, silently observing each of them. Many times, he did it subconsciously - analyzing common patterns in a person's behaviour. Though, it tended to help him out down the road in many cases.

"So, we've established that there are four main individuals who've gone missing, yes? The ones you've just listed... I assume all of them have some kind of tie to Encom and-or Scripps if we're gathering people from these two corporations..."

He reaches into the pocket of his trenchcoat, pulling out a small notepad and a pen.

"No one minds if I take notes?"

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If Ed had a nickel for every time something went wrong at work, he'd have enough money to buy off the company, but walking in on a literal crime scene certainly took the cake.

He froze just inside the sleek automatic glass doors of Encom tower, one hand clutching the soft leather strap of his briefcase, the other clutching the handle on Colossus, his service dog's harness. Several LAPD Officers and a couple others he didn't recognize talking with Hardington, Mackey, and Claire. Somehow, he had managed to beat the press here, though Ed doubted it would be long before they swarmed to the tower to get the latest scoop.

He hadn't had time to check the news that morning, and considering that the press wasn't already there, it might not have aired yet, but his stomach churned with dread. Of course, the disappearance of the ninteen-year-old tech genius, MIT student, and inventor, Ximena Pacheco-Navarro had caught his attention, both for the morbid intrigue at a mystery he would have enjoyed reading, if it were fictional, and out of professional interest. Except it wasn't a fictional mystery, and Pacheco-Navarro had been the first of a dozen disappearances in half as many weeks, all of whom were in some way connected to the tech industry, and after the third disappearance that he began to worry. Ed had no proof, but considering his father had threatened to abduct him if he didn't quit Encom to work for him... Ed had all but expected that it was only a mater of time before he ended up on the growing list of missing people.

And yet... if his suspicions were correct, someone else had disappeared.

The cool, wet sensation of the black wolfhound's nose on the back of his hand drew him back to the present.

Ed mulled over his options on how to proceed. He could, of course, go and see what was happening. He was high enough up the corporate ladder that this sort of news was something he would be expected to keep up with for the safety of those that worked under him, although he wasn't sure he had the spoons to deal with it at the moment. He could turn around and leave, except with just his luck the press would just be arriving and he would be the first one they would assault.

Or he could ignore it and proceed to his office, and go about his day as normal. Except Mackey would undoubtedly interrupt him at the most inopportune time and demand he put out whatever fire this was--

"Dillinger, there you are!" Richard Mackey called across the atrium as though summoned by the mere thought of him.

Well, it appeared his choice was made for him. Ed certainly did not have the energy for whatever was going to happen that day.

He resisted the urge to sigh, and instead squared his shoulders, schooled his expression to something aloof but professional, and marched toward the small cluster of people.