546/Iron Fist and Detective Greene

Iron Fist and Detective Greene
Date of Scene:	21 May 2017
Location:	Manhattan, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	319, Iron Fist

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Sebastian (319) has posed:
    The middle of the business day in Manhattan and things are as chaotic as they always are. The hustle and bustle of people along the sidewalks shows no hint of letting up let alone ending, and the traffic in the streets is that steady white noise of rumbling engines punctuated by distant and not so distant honks now and again. It provides a curious backdrop to a being focused on reflection, though somehow through it all Detective Greene manages. He's leaning forwards against the side of their city issued police detective investigatory vehicle, also known as a Ford cruiser. It's one of the oldest ones from the motor pool, probably a symptom of his recent fall from grace.
    Waiting, he seems at ease, eyes lifted upwards looking to the distant office of the individual he seeks to question. That reverie is arrested at the approach of the tall blonde woman who just so happens to be his partner.
    "Sorry 'bout that, Greene. Don't get my mid day sandwich I'm useless ta everybody."
    Sebastian doesn't turn to look at Detective Harpe as she approaches, instead keeping his attention on the tall building. "Proper nutrition is important." He says pointedly, as if offering some great nugget of wisdom. "Come." He turns, "Explain to me who this Daniel Rand is while we ride on the elevator."
    Rolling her eyes, Harpe follows after him, adjusting the hang of her jacket over her sidearm and grimacing to herself as they head to the double doors leading into the Rand building. "Just know what they got on wiki, oh and that bit from TMZ."
    The doors close behind them. Reception is negotiated and eventually... they're on their way up.

Iron Fist has posed:
Most people who spend their business hours running a multi-million dollar corporation like Rand Enterprises thrive on that hustle. They live and breathe the flash-bang lifestyle of corporate Manhattan, where one day they're on top and the next day they have to fight tooth and nail to stay there. Danny Rand is not one of those people. Some would he argue he shouldn't even be associated with those people. And yet he's here after the dramatic and controversial acquisition of his family business (it's all on his Wiki) working alongside his childhood friend, Joy.

Joy does most of the heavy lifting, evident by the stack of unopened files currently unattened to on Danny's desk. Mr. Rand is, instead, heavily meditated on his mid-century office couch, the warm afternoon sun washing a glow over him. His shoes are off, his legs are tucked under him, and a serene look crosses his face.

When the detectives arrive on his floor, they're met by a young woman in fashionable office attire. She rises from a desk near Rand's office and smiles to the pair. "Good afternoon. You must be detectives Greene and Harp."

Sebastian (319) has posed:
    Detective Harpe does most of the talking as she advances on the receptionist, her own blue eyes looking a touch world-weary as she moves, hands in her pockets. "Yeah, hey. We just wanted a few words with your boss." The tall blonde woman rocks back on her heels slightly as she cocks an eyebrow to peer sidelong at Greene with an air of incredulity to her.
    Greene, for his part is busy with the door to the foyer, holding it open for a moment as he pushes at the lock a few times, causing it to click and unclick as if the working of the mechanism was terribly interesting on some level. A few more clicks and then he seems to realize people are waiting on him.
    A look to the receptionist, to Harpe, back to the receptionist. Sebastian lifts his chin and slips fully into the room, letting the door close behind him. "Shouldn't take long. Important business. But brief." The summation is given in a way that approaches an attempt at being disarming. An attempt that's undone by the smile he offers that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
    Detective Harpe sighs a bit and then looks back to the receptionist and gives her a nod. "Let us know when he's ready for us."
    Then, if they are left momentarily to their own devices, Harpe rounds on Sebastian and tells him, "Look, you can't handle this guy the same way you did with the Shenk twins. Right?"
    "Why not?"
    "Because, he has money. Just let me take point. Alright? Alright."
    To which Sebastian gives an almost helpless if apologetic shrug.

Iron Fist has posed:
"Of course, he told me to let you right in," says the assistant in what is probably a learned, but not unnatural, tone of polite fiendliness. She walks to the door office door, opens it with barely a sound, and pokes her head inside. "Your appointment is here," she tells him. After a moment, she adds, "The detectives."

Dannys eye flicker open and take a moment to readjust to the sunlit room. He turns his head from his spot on the couch and says, "Thank you, Megan," before rising. It takes him only a moment to make it from the couch to the door, and the combination of his graceful movement and lack of shoes (comfortable socks, though, perfect for meditation) make it seem like more of a glide than a stride.

"Nice to meet you both," the young businessman says, looking each detective in the eyes. He reaches out to Harpe first to shake hands, then to Greene. "Im Danny. Have a seat if you want." He motions to a couple chairs at his desk, then wanders over to his own on the other side.

Sebastian (319) has posed:
    Harpe, for her part, smiles to Danny. It's a professional smile, though to be fair it's a little warmer than she usually gives to most people they interview. Her grip is fairly firm, but she doesn't press. Greene, on the other hand, just stays a step to the side and behind her. He settles for a nod, keeping his distance and his hands in the pockets of his coat.
    "Thank you, Mr. Rand. Appreciate it." The blonde woman steps to the side and takes a seat. A moment later her partner joins her. She leans forwards, "Hopefully we won't take up much of your time, we were just wanting..."
    She's cut off by her partner, his tone of voice is sharp and a touch rapid-fire, but curiously without the palpable malice that is often in the sound of a Manhattan cop's voice. "Where were you three nights ago, Mr. Rand?"
    There's a pause as Harpe's features contort mildly, twisting as she looks aside. That doesn't dissuade Greene as he presses, "And do you often travel in the vicinity of Egg Shen's antiques?"

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny settles into his chair, which doesn't look much different from the ones the detectives are offered, and glances between them as they begin to speak. He appears calm and attentive, a demeanor that doesn't fade or even stir when Greene presses him on his whereabouts. While he thinks for a moment, he leans back and strokes his tie, which he wears loose along with a tailored shirt, sleeves casually rolled up.

"Three nights ago? That was a client dinner at Sergio's. I was with my partner at the time as well." He smirks and looks up at the ceiling, "I don't get what the hype is." He drops the tie then and flicks his gaze back over to Greene. "The shop I've never heard of, sorry."

Sebastian (319) has posed:
    As Danny gives his answers, Harpe actually shifts her attention to Danny. Whatever her relationship is with Greene... she at least must feel he does good policework, if a touch roughly. So she tries to get a read on him as he speaks, even while Sebastian presses on a few angles of interrogation.
    "Will your partner verify your whereabouts for us?" The tall somewhat awkward looking man asks sharply. Despite how comfortable the chairs are he seems to not sit entirely well in his, as if the shape was awkward for him.
    Yet he also does not wait for Danny to answer his first question before he springs a 'gotcha' as he murmurs, "We have you on closed circuit camera twice in the last two weeks passing by the aforementioned shop. You are stating this is purely happenstance?"
    There's just long enough of a pause after that question that Danny might actually try to answer it before Sebastian rides roughshod again over any conversational response to then ask, "Does the word Callanahanan, or Callamanahanan mean anything to you?"

Iron Fist has posed:
At this point some people may get nervous or worried or maybe even a little frightened by the line of questioning. Danny, though, continues to appear calm. He takes in the pauses between questions and follows up Greenes with one of his own. During the time, much like Harpe does to him, he tries to get a read on the motional state of the two detectives. He channels his chi in such a way to help him do so.

"Of course," he answers, eventually. "Shes in a meeting now, but I can have her contact you when she frees up." Danny smiles and taps on the arm of his chair, then shrugs. "As for the video, this is New York. I dont really notice every shop I pass by every day."

He doesnt immediately answer the question about the name, though. Instead, he asks a question of his own. "Whats this about exactly?"

Sebastian (319) has posed:
    Some of the answers seem to disarm the man opposite him, or perhaps it's the manner in which the answers are made. Whatever it is, Sebastian keeps his eyes level on Danny, his expression held in check. For a moment his lips move around, as if he were tasting something partially rotten, or looking to dislodge a sunflower seed from his teeth. But then he murmurs, "No. No that's fine. If you have an alibi we'll follow up as we can."
    Greene eyeballs Sebastian and if Danny is a rather perceptive sort he might even pick up a subtle nudge she gives him with the toe of her shoe against the side of his. But he makes no visible notice of having recognized it.
    Instead, Sebastian holds up a hand as if staying Mr. Rand's question, and instead embarks on his own which might in its own way serve as an answer. "Do you recognize this man?" The question asked, Greene reaches into the coat of his jacket and produces a print out of a photo. It's not a mug shot, but it's mainly a head shot of a man. The man looks a little overweight, thick neck, heavy cheeks. His head is bald, and he has a black goatee. His eyes are fairly close together, but other than that he is a man of little remark. Perhaps Danny has seen him, perhaps not.
    Yet chances are the interrogation is about him.

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny doesn't sense any emotions that may reveal a hidden motive here or an aspect of the conversation not readily apparent. He also doesn't notice the nudge, or at least doesn't seem to make note of it. He does, however, latch onto the photo, which causes him to lean forward from his more relaxed position to reach out for it.

Photo in hand, he brings it closer to him and scrutinizes it with a furrowed brow. He makes an audible 'hmmm' sound, then shakes his head. "I can't say I have, sorry," he tells the detectives, handing back the photo. "What's he involved with exactly?"

Sebastian (319) has posed:
    At the failure to turn anything, Sebastian almost visibly wilts, his brow furrowing as he settles back into the chair and mumbles, "Police business." But Greene leans forward to reclaim the photo and she pockets it in turn.
    She tries a small smile, attempting to look like a delicate flower, perhaps it serves her well in other sessions of questioning. She lifts her voice, "Right now it's a missing person case, but we're afraid it could turn to something worse." She interlaces her fingers in her lap, but then she glances askance towards Sebastian, a silent question asked with the quirk of her eyebrow.
    Looking back at her, Sebastian replies with an all too human gesture, a shrug of his shoulders. But he turns back to Danny. "Is there a number we can reach you on off hours?"

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny nods and says, "Sure," a little enthusiastically. He reaches for a business card and a pen, then scribbles down a number on the back side of it. He slides this over to the duo and tells them, "This is my personal number."

Not a moent later and he's back in a more reclining position. This should be the point where he ends the conversation and shows the cops out the door, but curiosity has the better of him. "I don't want to get involved in police business or anything, but if this man is dangerous or involved in something that is, I'd like to help. I can at least circulate that picture around. If we spot him on camera near any of my company's holdings we can reach out to you."

Sebastian (319) has posed:
    For a moment it looks like Harpe might be willing to say yes to Iron Fist's question, only for Sebastian to place a hand on her shoulder. She glances at him, he shakes his head, but then lifts his eyes with that thousand yard stare of his and replies to Danny's offer. "Afraid we're not ready to take that step at this time, Mr. Rand. Though if things progress..." He lets that word hang there, lingering as if nothing more needed to be said.
    A sour expression is there on his partner's face, but she gives a sort of apologetic half-smile shrug in Danny's direction even as she scoops up his card. She lightly flicks the corner of it and peruses it and then she says, "Maybe we'll be in touch soon, Mr. Rand. You take care, you hear?" A faint southern lilt enters her voice.
    Sebastian, however, rolls his eyes and starts to usher her towards the door. Barring further hindrances... they'll depart.

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny rises and smooths out his shirt and tie, something he feels the need to do a lot these days, being so unaccustomed to wearing such things. "Of course, thanks for coming all this way. Sorry I couldn't be of more help.

What has become a more quizzical expression softens on Danny as he crosses the room to open the door for the two detectives. "Have a nice day," he adds, stepping aside so they can exit. When they do, he watches them head down the hall and round the corner to the elevators, then glances to Megan and shrugs.