Dean analysed his new partner, focusing intently on the man's face as bits of information clouded his cyber vision. It was invisible to the human eye, but Dean of course had the mind of a computer.
Name: Zac Roberts
Age: 43 years
Occupation: FBI agent, Manhattan division captain. Served twenty years in his field. A few disciplinary records on his file for unwanted behaviour.
Cons: Has a slight smoking and drinking problem. Despises Androids. Possible decaying liver. Grumpy demeanour.
Pros: Good at his profession. Man of the law. adaptable.
Details: Coffee stained teeth, likely a fan of black. Dog hairs on jacket, Labrador. Quick to anger. Possible insecurities.
Analysis complete.
Dean deciphered through the information in his vision and then cocked his head to one side when the man stood and demanded to know what he planed to do that he hadn't tried already. "I don't doubt that you have, Agent Roberts." he answered politely. "Why don't you tell me your previous approach to the situation, and we can go from there?" he suggested.
When the man just snorted and told him to follow him to the division, Dean nodded and obeyed, following his new owner. "I noticed you had a dog. A Labrador. Do they have a name? Are they a boy or a girl?"
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