June 18th, 2013
It shouldn't have come to this, but his investigations had reached a dead end. Now, Charles Wabash walked purposely up to the office of Vincent Groom: it was time to get answers. Wendell had assumed Wabash's identity for a few months now: a single, unassuming Accounts Manager. He spent a few days using the security system to record himself a persona... the footage acted as his focus for the Shifter abilities he had learned. Charles, the real Charles, was dead of course. Wendell had been uncharacteristically uneasy about killing the man... perhaps he had overestimated Charles' colleagues or the complexity of a human life. In fact, it seemed all too easy to replace a human, switch to the night shift, and create excuses for why he couldn't attend this or that social function.
Sitting across the table from his mortal brother was easy too. Remembering to call him "sir" was a bit more difficult. He explained the discrepancies in the numbers, the unmarked accounts, as much as he could without revealing his purpose. At the end, Vincent simply stared at him. He wondered inwardly whether he had overplayed his hand; if he had, killing his brother here would be messy. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the Wraith behind him, shaking his head... he took it as a sign to withhold violence a few moments longer.
"Well Charles," Vincent started. "I'm not an accountant, but it seems like you're not taking into account the Biomedical Division."
"The what?" Wendell/Charles asked. He was so surprised to hear the words that the illusion nearly failed: his voice slipped a full octave, and he coughed unconvincingly. "Sorry... the what?" he asked in a much more human tone.
"Groom Biomedical?" Vincent replied. "Gah... Charles! It's the center of the company! How do you not know this?"
None of this made sense to Wendell: Groom Industries made weapons, and Groom International was a division specialized in communications technology founded to support those weapons. Unless... "Are we making biological weapons?" he asked conspiratorially.
Vincent sputtered. "Bio... Biological weapons!? What's wrong with you? We don't make weapons!"
Wendell blinked. "We don't what!?" he asked. His voice rarely possessed any inflection at all, and though he could somewhat fake it through the illusions of the Shifter Bridge, this was genuine shock. Immediately after the question, he realized that he had definitely outed himself. He was torn between killing Vincent and fleeing, or staying and getting more information. He opted to stay.
"Groom Industries hasn't made weapons since the nineties," he said. "We ousted Wendell Sr., and took the company in a new direction... don't you remember?"
His mind flashed back to the night he'd ducked into the conference room to avoid Vincent: half-read headlines he hadn't paid attention to.
1990: The New Direction of Groom...
He sat down slowly. Vincent came to his side. Rather than outraged, he seemed sympathetic; his brother always was a sap. "Hey, look... I think you need some time off. I'll ask Nancy to copy the files on Biomedical for you. I hope it refreshes your memory."
Was he really going to just walk away from this? Inwardly, he was both suspicious and resentful. Perhaps he had also overestimated his brother: the man clearly had no instinct for business or self-preservation. Wendell would need to take over soon, before this company sank under his brother's incompetence... but not today. After Vincent paged his secretary, Wendell used his Allurist powers to blast his brother's mind and disorient him. The Confusion would make it more difficult to recall the details of the conversation later... better to take precautions, even with a soul as trusting as Vincent. Taking the files, he returned to his office.
He would not be taking any time off. In fact, he was never more sure of the amount and urgency of the work that lie ahead.