Carol perked at the mention of a string of murders at the Trictobothnia Building, CONTROL's primary role was in counter-intelligence, and that meant they had access to a multitude of police records and reports. She found it rather odd that Anywhere City's finest weren't still able to figure out who was the responsible party, maybe they'll accept some Federal help on the case, even if it may be overstepping boundaries quite a bit, maybe she'll find something that could justify Federal involvement, at the very least she could write her first article for the paper, she was still struggling to wrap her head around the idea of a fax machine, and how no, not many comic artists use pen and paper these days... unless you were in Japan apparently.
She meekly rose her hand, "I-I'll go with Mister Spear-oar Chief if he needs some help, these kinds of things tend to be a two man job, and although I may be a woman, I've had some experience in investigative journalism, I ran a whole expose on how the government was bees back in community college." Truth be told, that article was meant to throw the public off of CONTROL's trail. The very notion that the world was controlled by bees or chipmunks of some sort, to her knowledge, was completely false, but hey the public ate up anything as long as it made sense.
She'll probably have to update her status with CONTROL once she left the offices, by shoe phone or otherwise, but other than that, it shouldn't be too much of a hassle. She heard in an earlier briefing from chief that CONTROL was also conducting escort operations at the art expo, some sort of European Duchess of some sort was visiting or something, she figured enough agents were covering the operation.
Who knows, maybe if she found the culprit, maybe they'd be connected with the events at the art expo, she mused to herself.
