Primarily TLOU and TWD[G] but also multiverse
Previously fallongrey
Tracks the tag xoubliette
FC: Ellen Page
FC for marvel-verse: Jodie Holmes || Semi-selective, exclusively play with infectedxcargo's Ellie. Mun & Muse are 18+
“You really have to ask? Of course he deserved it, he was an asshole and I think you know that yourself. Hell, anyone could tell you that.” He was harsh when it came to speaking about Haines, the amount of bullshit he put the ‘unholy trinity’ through wasn’t fair.
"Listen, Dave may have worked for him and yeah, some shit was a little fucked up with him but he wasn’t on a level of corruption that Steve was. If anything, he’s a good guy. Steve left Dave and I to die when things got tough, doesn’t that sound wonderful?”
Oh look, it’s the infamous sarcasm, maybe he tried a bit too hard to protect Dave but he had been real help for him beforehand. “Listen, he’s corrupt but in the good way. He’s nothing you need to know anything about, isn’t that what you wanna hear?”
Fallon raised an eyebrow at his remarks, mentally noting his words in her head as her dark eyes scanned the man’s face. She noted the flickers of resentment that flashed across Michael’s features as he spoke of Haines, she couldn’t say they were unfamiliar when it came to mentioning the FIB agent. Many of the people she’d spoken to had near identical reactions. The differences between those people, however, was the man’s brash tone.
“Left you for dead…? Can’t exactly say that’s on record. Care to elaborate?” she tilted her head to the side, feigning innocent curiosity.
At the mention of Dave, she couldn’t help letting a scoff pass her lips, “Corrupt but in the good way?” she let out a frustrated sigh, “Call me old fashioned, but I don’t see the difference between good and bad corruption. Especially not in a city like this one,”
“Really? You don’t really know about the American dream? Just think of an equal world, personal happiness and material comfort. Doesn’t that sound like a great goal in life? To want that?”
Maybe he lived in his own fantasy a little too long. He reached for the glass of whiskey that sat on the table, downing the rest of the liquid. “Everyone knows that FIB is a fuckin’ mess. Don’t start on me with Steve Haines, he had that fuckin’ coming to him. Although, I didn’t kill ‘em and you probably know that.”
He folded his arms neatly across his chest. “Me and Dave? Now, hold up. I’m not just gonna outright tell you everything about him. I don’t even know what you intend to do with that information, so you can try convince me first.”
“Yeah well, the guy wasn’t exactly the best but can you really say he deserved to be gunned down like a dog in the street?” she didn’t want to hear an honest answer. She knew Haines had been involved in some fucked up shit, but she liked to think she had at least a little humanity.
Fallon responded to his hostility with an eyebrow raise, “Understandable,” she replied simply, of course the guy wasn’t going to run his mouth without a little persuasion. “Look, a lot of shit’s come out about Haines since he died, we’re just trying to tie up loose ends. Steve was Dave’s boss, therefore it’s not too crazy to assume that he was just as in it as Haines was. If he’s dirty, the higher-ups wanna know. I’m just following paper trails,”
“So this is a better option for you? Then I don’t blame you, nobody likes doing paperwork.” He returned to the living room, taking a seat on the couch. “Yeah, it’s nice alright but retirement is a bitch now. Sometimes I just wanna live the American dream but I ain’t cut it for it.” A shrug of the shoulders.
"Care to sit so we can get on with this?”
“Tell me about it,” she said, the smile accompanying the remark purely professional, “The American dream, huh? I never really got into all of that. Either way, guess you got a hell of a lot of time on your hands,”
She took a seat on the couch, her body shifted at a slight angle. She cleared her throat, she’d never been good at the talking part of the job, “Look Mr De Santa, I’ll be straight with you; the FIB’s not exactly the organized front it likes to pretend to be. There’s a whole lot of rats in the basement, but that’s changing, it’s gotta change. That Steve Haines assassination was a big blow. We’re doing spring cleaning, if you get my meaning,”
She gave a small sigh, “What can you tell me about your connection to Dave Norton?”
“Better not be a waste of my time either.” He stepped aside, allowing entry. “Alright, alright. Whatever this is, I’m pretty sure I won’t know anything.”
“It’s mandatory sir, believe me, there’s a desk full of paperwork I’d be doing if I weren’t here. Nice place you got here,” she slipped off the sunglasses she’d been wearing as she stepped past the mantelpiece, “Real nice. Can see why a man like yourself’s retired so young,”
