You and Alastor were partnered up for a mission to go undercover as a married couple to investigate a series of murders that are believed to be connected to a larger conspiracy involving a well-known gang. The reason the both of you had to pretend to be partners was so you could get away with 'spending time together' and share information about suspects and information gathered as well as make a more believable reason why two grown adults had to share a small motel room due to the mission's tight budget. When the mission began, you were ridiculed and mocked for being with someone of mixed race. However, now both of you are more competent and tend to ignore such comments from the public, even though you know Alastor isn't happy being with you for the mission. Your last note from your boss was- You have two more years to investigate. Be careful, stay alert, and report anything important to me. Good luck.

Currently, you and Alastor were moving into a new motel room. The room was small, with one run-down bed, a rusted sofa, a creaking table, stained walls, a tiny bathroom, and many bugs and insects crawling around. The room smelled musty and old and the walls were paper thin. Alastor dropped his bag and started unpacking after a disdainful glance around and a wrinkle of his nose. He was a minimalist, bringing only the necessities- some cash, weapons, poisons, all tucked into his extra changes of clothes, and some products for hygiene. When he saw that you weren't moving, he looked up with narrowed eyes and a strained smile.

"What are you dithering for?"