Visitor From Another AU
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The knocks on the door came right on schedule Chester noted as he checked his watch, moving down the hallway towards the house's front door. A second set of rappings happened before he could make it to where he had to be and apparently should have been at 7:30am sharp. This set caused aside from waking up the children on the sofa bed, still dressed in most of what they'd been wearing the night before. It him to prompting shouting. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Both Lambertons watched puzzled and semi-conscious as Chester opened up the front door to reveal a pair of men neither child knew. The men looked like the type they'd been witness to hanging around ACME's headquarters since the renovations had started. Ivy moving to the northeast side of the sofa bed to put her in optimum viewing range of the men and Chester, minus her having to get up. She saw a company name branded on the dress shirts of the shorter of the two unknowns. It read the word FOX as if it belonged to an acronym. FOX or more formally worded Factored Organized Xenial, a name she'd come to recognize. They were leading the renovations to the local office. But what could their representation be doing here?
"You guys are prompt, somehow I think I've miss noted that about you at the office." Chester stated smiling at them and opening the front door further, to let the men enter. The labeled one entering before his colleague into the living room.
Giving himself a stretch and a yawn he tried to silence as Zack started talking. He was just as curious as Ivy to know what FOX was doing in Chester's house. "It's early, why are you guys here and not at ACME?"
He hadn't looked at the wall clock yet. At least her catching him doing so hadn't happened. Instead she did and a zing of energy overtook her with the sight. It was nearly eight am in her book, both of them had overslept! No question existed how such a thing had happened although it did force her to think more strongly about the use of an alarm clock. Both she and Zack had their own ones until the move to Chester's. They'd failed to grab theirs when picking up some of their things from their old house. Either visiting the place again soon or buying brand new ones was needed in the soon immediate future.
Springing to action to get ready for the bus coming to the street near the driveway. Ivy grabbed for the nearest of her clothes on the floor she could find. While the taller of the two unknown men answered Zack. "You're getting your own room. We're here to start that process."
In a rush to the bathroom, holding her ball of the today's clothes in her arms in an untidy manner against herself. Ivy only took one last look at the guests before she opened the door to the only space privacy was guaranteed to occur. Slamming the door shut behind her once in the small room. She shouted out of it, hoping the men realized she was talking to them. She asked, "I wasn't there when ACME started it's re-model. What do you guys represent from FOX?"
Questions were a guaranteed part of the job coming from clients. Also debates, compromises, and hopefully acceptance of what could be done. Two waking kids a buzz with curiosity. One of them in a panic to get dressed when she almost looked ready to be out the door in a different outfit. Had neither of them known of the house's expansion coming? The younger looking one of the pair wasn't feeling pushed like the older child had. At least he wasn't coming across that way. He was sitting on the sofa bed watching them and it was courtesy dictating one of the representatives, the taller one answered broadly. "I'm a construction consultant."
The construction consultant then hooking a thumb towards his company then continued with. "He's a contractor, kid. We tend not to be involved in later steps of this kind of work."
"She was already well dressed, what?" The contractor asked Chester.
The chief of the San Francisco ACME office already had some idea about the question asked. Cheri had something to do with the appearance of the siblings at the moment. Well Ivy until she had bolted out of sight to change her clothes. What the teenager had been wearing at last seen. Bypassing the question that felt unprofessional coming from the contractor. Chester asked Zack, "I am aware how late you and Ivy got home last night. I was already on high alert if you're wondering. What about the case had Cheri keep you guys out until after 12am?"
Shattered glass, other car damage, accompanied by what could have easily become a crash. Zack now was far from blaming himself on a missed quiz question for what had happened the night before. Chief Cheri also wanted it under wraps what had happened. She had said when he and Ivy were boarding their ride, their cab back to the house. "Don't tell Chester about the car. I can simply say I didn't like it and had it returned for another one. Lying isn't something a good detective does unless undercover. This is happening right under his nose, but he doesn't need to know about it."
She had given both Ivy and himself the blessing of being able to lie about the night before. The near tail end of its interesting part anyway. But Chester had managed to catch the Lambertons entering the house. After being so careful about their entrance. His entry because they were coming back so late. His idea frowned on by Ivy but effective. That of knowing the kitchen window to the house wasn't locked down and easy to rise. He had climbed in through it, fortunately not having his feet enter dirty dish water and china & silverware when encountering the sink below it. To then climb down from the sink to the floor. As he tried not to make a sound making his way into the living room from the kitchen, to open the front door for Ivy.
This whole complex entrance could have been avoided. He knew if a little forethought had happened in advance of him and his sister entering their cab ride home to begin with. Both had forgotten to ask for the house key from Cheri, Chester had entrusted to her. It had not dawned on either of the pair this action had been missed when leaving Chief Cheri's company.
"Classified," was all Zack could think to tell Chester for an answer. The boy didn't want the old man to question him further. Ivy had found a way out of the frying pan about the night before but he couldn't go that route. She had the bathroom currently.
Sniffing himself, he discovered even when Ivy emerged from the bathroom he still couldn't do what she was. His clothes seemed fine as they were. He just needed to put on his shoes that he had kicked off the night before as he's entered the sofa bed. They weren't far from him now, only a yard or so off towards the kitchen area. Not in the direction that had his interest otherwise occupied. The men from FOX, they had his curiosity for what they were starting on his behalf. Chester, he now wasn't paying attention to him but instead to Ivy, still out of sight.
"Ivy, I'm not settling for Zack's answer. What happened last night?" Chester shouted, towards the bathroom.
To be more direct in answering the guardian, Ivy opened up the bathroom door and stepped out of the room she'd been in. Now garbed in the clothes she'd not long ago been holding in a bundle. Her clothes from the day before, being held in a newly formed bundle. She stated, "Cheri will say the same likely, classified."
Seven thirty am was not a normal time for daytime jobs to start. The FOX employees knew this and accepted the fact. Why their work started formally at that time was because when people wanted building work done they normally wanted it done promptly. The faster the start on the day the quicker pleased customers happened. Although in the case of this job, maybe that start to customer interaction time was questionable. The construction consultant again feeling it was his place to speak up knowing his work partner wasn't as eager libbed as him to the new company, asked. "Did we come at a bad time?"
Switching his attention back & forth from the FOX men and pair of siblings. Chester started at first talking to the Lamberton children before his guests, in saying. "I am the chief operator of ACME. Cheri Thigpen can't use the word classified to me over a case."
Then continuing he added, "no, now is fine. This is just a busy moment."
It could be a busier moment Zack thought. Chester was distracted understandably and he could take advantage of that in a good way. Cheri didn't need Chester pressing her for information about the night before outside the investigation. Besides that to the next time the pre-teen hoped to be meeting with the NYC Chief. He wanted his souvenir back from her. Easier to get it back under good social terms. Also what was going on at present? The type of opportunity it presented wasn't to be passed up.
Hoping off the sofa bed and picking up his shoes, Zack then walked over to the men who by now were starting to size up the house's immediate area for measurements. Tapping the man, with his hand free from carrying his shoes. The kid asked the contractor, "can Ivy and me give suggestions about our rooms? I've always had some amazing ideas mo ... I've always had some ideas I was told couldn't be done at our old place."
He'd nearly said the title, the word mom. Rebecca was still a subject in close thought to the boy's thinking. Heck Chester thought, his mom Gloria. She had died years ago but of natural causes. Even though she'd lived a full life, it still choked him up a little thinking about her absence from his life. He'd seen her death coming and had been able to give her a proper farewell. Rebecca, Rebecca had just happened not long ago. Both children hadn't seen her death coming. No one had except maybe Bishop. It couldn't be called a Freudian slip what Zack had just done, it made sense. It also had to be addressed with a kindness he thought proper.
"While I get your lunches ready for school. You guys give these men all the suggestions you'd like to make before you leave for your buses. But the final word on what happens, and Zack this is more directed at you than Ivy. The final word lies with what these professionals and myself believe can happen in reality." As he spoke, the local chief made sure both kids knew he was addressing them.
Making eye contact too, to the pair of FOX workers, a nod came from the contractor to show his understanding. Chester felt satisfied that his words were met correctly, before he headed across the living room into the kitchen area. While the senior ACME employee opened his refrigerator to take stock of what he had. Before feeling some measure of disappointment, causing him to disappear into the back hallway area of the house for it's pantry.
Sitting down his shoes to the floor to then worm his feet into them, minus any hand help to the act. Zack questioned the guests without looking at them. "Would a rocket launcher be out of the question?"
So much for reality being in her kid brother's thinking of the possible. Also so much for his sense of getting ready for school. Ivy had been thinking over the house's possible reimaging since the third day of living in it. She thought she had ideas. Hopefully doable ones and she was about to make sure they were voiced. Until then she'd just have to take care of her shared genes problem.
The FOX workers who hadn't been prepared for the middle schooler's interesting imagination. They watched as the girl in the room dropped her formally worn bundle of clothes to the floor. Grabbed her brother by the shoulders & forcefully walk him over and point him in the direction of a different pile of clothes.
"Really get ready for school. Fresh clothes." She then said to the boy.
Feeling now they could say what they thought of the boy's proposal. First the construction consultant, then the contractor voiced their thoughts. To the pair of siblings while the guessed more logic driven of the two approached them. "I don't have guys who'd know how. I don't think you dad would approve of that."
"No. I haven't seen the full layout of this house, but no."
Taking hold of clothes he knew to be his poking out from underneath the sofa bed. They'd caught the boy's interest in wearing them for the day. If he was lucky, Ivy would fail to notice his selection. He had a feeling his pick hadn't been washed since the move to the house. Although to other thoughts, damn. Zack was sure either Ivy or Chester would have a word with the worker for his word usage. His reasoning to using the word "Dad", the one who had identified himself as a construction consultant thought Chief Chester was his pop. He barely knew his own pop but from what he knew of the man. Zack was grateful Bishop Lamberton wasn't around right now. Chester's idea of hampering the pre-teen's creative efforts were better voiced than how the suggestion would have been handled by his actual dad.