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"From what's in the file the case against de Talone looks good. We should be ready to go to trial, it starts next week right? That being said I think Ludovicus has the right idea about going through the evidence. As you know I wasn't exactly at my best when we started the investigation and even though I paid attention to the case some of the events are still a little fuzzy. I trust we'll have access to all employees that were involved in the investigation up until now both before and during the trial should we need their testimonies or clarification on events and evidence they collected?" Skander questioned, going straight back into professional mode when Wes came back into the room. While the evidence seemed good on paper there was no guarantee it would hold up in the trial, especially if witnesses fell through or evidence was called into question without them having any way to counter it.

"Also, I think either Ludovicus or I should do a little digging into de Talone's lawyer. If he's been handling her affairs for awhile he may be more involved than legal counsel normally is. Even if he isn't it's best if we can figure out how he's represented clients in the past so we can attempt to figure out counter-arguments before the start of trial. I don't want to be surprised in court and then have her get away with her crimes on a technicality," he said seriously, looking over at Ludovicus to make sure he was on the same page. They would be working together on this and it was important that despite the fact they hadn't met before this very meeting, they be on the same wavelength when it came to how the trial would proceed.

Rodrigo nodded as Skander explained his position in the MLE. He had figured that the young man had worked for the Wizengamot, based on his inquiries earlier. But one of the few things the Spaniard had learned in the Ministry before he unexpectedly left was to not assume. He was glad that Skander appeared to think the same way.
"How guay, er, I mean. . . cool," the Spaniard chuckled. Sometimes his native tongue slipped out. But before he could continue the conversation, a woman walked in, clutching a cup of coffee and apologizing for being late. He nodded, wearing a warm smile as Skander explained what was going on.

And speak of the devil, Wes came back in at that moment. Rodrigo drained the last of his espresso and was satisfied that the caffeine was finally kicking in. He nodded to Wes before he placed the cup on a nearby table and turned to rummage through his bag. He retrieved a roll of parchment and a replenishing-ink quill and began scribbling some personal notes on the de Talone case.

"Well, who do we have to testify against de Talone?" he asked, for he wasn't sure if his question from before Wes' chat with Roxanne was answered sufficiently. "I mean, the evidence clearly does go in our favor. And she's confessed to it. But having witness testimonies, especially a couple of the eighteen or twenty so victims would make our chances of winning that much more solid." He shrugged, hoping his input was good. He was just a stenographer, after all.

Emma smiled good, so she hadn't missed much. She nodded a thank you over to him just as Wes walked back into the room. She took another drink of her coffee as she flipped through the case file. "Yes." She couldn't see why they weren't ready. Before the trial started they could look over the evidence and dig into the lawyer like that one guy suggested. Maybe speak to the employees that would be speaking at the trial.

Listening to the other guy she nodded in agreement, "Yes I think it would be beneficial to have a few of the people frozen at the school and one of the students that were frozen at the bookshop be a witness for us." She glanced down at the file, Nerida Eventide or Nate Jones... "Evidence can be said to have been compromised or tampered with but with a witness its harder to prove wrong especially when we have so many it will be hard for Mr.Edgeworth to say anything against their testimonies."

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First time around the Law Enforcement Department and Zach felt uncomfortably like in a Labyrinth. Very confusing. He was very tempted to put out his left hand and guide itself through the wall in case he got lost. Which will be stupid since he got someone to guide him.

When they stopped, he looked at the door and to the guy, this doesn't look like the office of the Department Head, but then again, the letter said conference room. As he saw Mr. Bennett knocked, he smiled at him and nodded, "Thank you for that, Mr Bennett." Zach said as he looked at the guy as he was walking away.

Now to wait for Ms. Browne to let him in.

Zach opened the door and smiled at the Department Head. He approached her and extended his hand to shake hers. "Good day, ma'am. I am Zacharias McMillan" he said is a joyous tone. He was very excited right before the point of thinking and seeing the maze that is the Law Enforcement. But his excitement picked up and now its on an all time high.

"How are you today?" he asked just to break the ice.

She looked up as the door swung open, and the man entered. The Junior Undersecretaries use of the word ma'am made her cringe internally. Circe, she wasn't an old lady here to play gobstones. "It's a pleasure to meet you Zach... may I call you Zach? and please call me Emily," she said extending her hand and giving his a firm shake. Formalities were just so tedious at times, especially when it between those in their own agency.

"I'm well, thank you, yourself?" she replied, moving to pull out a seat. Emily gestured for him to do the same, conducting business standing up wasn't for everyone, even if it would suffice for her.
"How can I help you?"

Zach pulled the chair he was gestured to. He smiled at Emily and sat. "Yes, of course." he said when he was asked if the Department Head, er, Emily can call him as Zach.

And to business. "I am here to conduct a simple survey, well, more of a inform you and ask for your opinion." he started.

"We are planning to impose uniforms for everybody. In which case, I would like to ask you of what you think would be the perfect uniform for the employees of this Department." well that explains it in a short form.

Of course? Goooood, that was settled then. Emily leant back in her seat, attentive and curious as to what was so important for a face-to-face meeting. At the mention of a survey, her hopes were slowly fading. Surveys were so dull... and non-essential, but for the sake of keeping the peace, she went along with it. "Sure," she started with a nod. Shoot, fire away!

At the mention of uniforms, Emily nodded. She'd heard the rumours on the grapevine, and she wasn't disappointed, on the contrary, she thought it was an excellent idea. It was high time the ministry got its act together, they needed to exhibit a high level of professionalism and unity, things which had been lacking that a uniform could begin to instill in the mindset of her employees. "Well," she started, pausing to consider her words carefully. "Ideally, uniforms would need to be versatile... not restrictive in movement, not heavy, but not flimsy either.." what was the word she was looking for? "Durable!" that was the one. Durable. "I trust you can appreciate our need to be flexible and efficient when working between the office and the field." Because if not, then that would be problematic.

She assumed by the term uniform, that they were going for a head-to-toe ensemble, so there were other factors in play, other accessories if you will. "Then of course basic, sturdy boots and gloves are also essential."

Zach scribbled everything that Emily mentioned. This woman is opinionated and knows what she wants. That is a very lovely character. He nodded a couple of times.

"That would be my next concern, would you rather have a separate attire for field work?" he asked. Knowing the the Law Enforcement is the largest department who conduct outside jobs and investigations.

And speaking of ensemble, which Zach really wasn't going into deep context, but why not. He is in no context to contradict at the moment, but he deems boots are good but nor sure for people like him in the office and the gloves. Oh well, it is one for each of own.

Emily waited patiently as Zach scribbled whatever notes he deemed to be appropriate. She sat and watched him a moment, smiling as he looked back up with his next question. "If separate suits.." she replied, wondering how great the variations between uniforms would be. Dress standard wise, if they were the same in style then there wouldn't be any issues right? "Wizengamot aside, the majority of my staff are required to perform regular or moderate field work, so for the sake of minimising any inconvenience I would recommend a field work version of whatever look you were otherwise going for." That made sense to her, hopefully whoever was in charge of the drafting and selections would understand.

Scribble Scribble scribble. Zach looked up and asked. "How would you describe a moderate and regular field work?" he asked. It may sound a little bit dumb but a person's description of something may be different from another.

For him, a moderate field work is like his usual day of mountain climbing and creature chasing. But that was back in the days of his research. And I think there is no harm in asking, is there?

Emily let her gaze wander this time instead of keeping them trained on the Junior Undersec, she was even tempted to read - or scan, more like it - the document on her topmost pile not far out of her reach. But then there was another question....

...

She sooooo wanted to play the confidentiality or above your paygrade card, but it wasn't.. so she obliged.
"Tracking, patrol, active pursuit, arrest and take-down... combat," she said rattled off with a shrug, "with varying degrees of difficulty, intensity and duration." Of course, there was no stock-standard day. Some were busier than others, and her description would only serve to give Zach an impression, of their physical requirements.

Sorry took forever to respond, birthday week coming...
 

More scribbles happened. Zach was trained to scribble even without taking his eye off the interviewee. Then he considered something, then put a star on one of the points of the conversation and proceeded.

He was coming to the conclusion with this interview. Wrapping this up will be a quick one.

Zach fumbled across his notepad to see if he missed anything that needs to be asked. Slowly but surely he always say, but he never wanted to take much time of the Department Head.

He cleared his throat and said, "So, would you think that a black pants is appropriate for field work? I am not saying that it will be but, just in case." he said not wanting to sound arrogant.

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As Zach started scribbling notes again, Emily began to wonder why the Ministers Office were asking such.. simple questions. Surely what they did was quite clear and straight forward, no? But she supposed for the sake of communication and inclusion, it was necessary.

At the sound of throat-clearing, Emily refocused her attention on the man, contemplating his question.

Black?

"Yes, black's fine.. so long as the fabric is flexible enough, allowing for free movement, there shouldn't be any trouble." In other words, so long as they didn't make them out of carpet, dragon hide, satin, suede or corduroy, they should be fine. Were there more questions? Or did he have everything he needed from her?