Smallingâsheâs a rookie, Mr. Dawson. I spoke to her on the phone and sheâs in bad shape. Sheâs panicking and Ithink sheâs barely keeping it together. If someone doesnât go in there, weâre going to lose her and the assignment. Weâve got an ETD in five minutes andââ
âNo,â Dirkley interrupted. âAbsolutely not. No way. Get your Ferryman out of there, but please leave Charlie out of this. Weâve got assignments of our own to take care of. Someone dropped the ball somewhere, and shame on them, but thereâs no way we can pull this one out of the hat. Iâm sorry, but no.â
Charlie glanced over his shoulder in moderate shock. Five minutes ago, he would have classified Dirkley being curt to someone in the same realm of impossibility occupied by the Cubs winning the World Series and honest politicians, but now heâd done it twice.
Campbell frowned but gave a surprisingly even-tempered reply. âI understand what Iâm doing is out of line. Iâm not proud of this. But the Ferryman in there is my friend. Maybe slightly more than a friend. I convinced her she should take this case, and right now, the fact that sheâs completely in the shitâthatâs on me. But more importantly, thereâs a spirit whoâs about to be denied her chance at the afterlife unless someone does something. So with all due respect, Mr. Dupine, if you were in my shoes, wouldnât you ask the only person in this entire Institute whoâs never failed an assignment to try and rescue yours?â
Dirkley said nothing. Charlie, however, had already made up his mind. He knew who Jen Smalling was, had talked to her a bit about random things recently in one of his better moodsâwelcomed her to the Institute, gotten a sense of her past, that sort of thing. She was a pleasant girl, had only been a Ferryman for a year or two, which was almost nothing in Ferryman time. Not that it mattered. Even if sheâd hated his guts, it wouldnât have changed Charlieâs decision.
âGive me the form.â
Both Dirkley and Campbell immediately turned to Charlie. âIâm sorry?â the agent said, clearly not anticipating that request.
âThe form, the form,â Charlie said, waving his hand toward himself. âThatâs the form for the case, right? I need it.â As soon as Campbell offered it halfway, Charlie whisked it from his grasp. âHereâs what I need from you, Campbell. Call in the code and tell them Iâll be assisting. Get someone to cover my next assignment. Also, get medical on standby, particularly someone who can do a psych eval. Got that? Jenâs probably going to be shaken up when she comes back.â
âHey, Charlieââ Dirkley began, rising out of his seat now.
âCall the code in, Campbell,â Charlie said. The agent scrambled to get his headset mic back over his mouth. Scurrying a few steps away from Team Dawsonâs area, he began speaking at a rapid clip.
Dirkley, however, wasnât having it. âCharlie. Charlie! Hey, stop!â People turned to look, and realizing that, Dirkley quickly lowered his voice. The sharp tone, however, remained. âWhat the hell are you doing? There are other Ferrymen hereâones certainly more than capable of taking this on, might I add.â
Charlie, meanwhile, was stuffing the form into his jacket. No time for a clipboard on this one. âHe didnât ask other Ferrymen , Dirkleyâhe asked me. Itâs a little crazy, I know, but how could I say no to that?â
âGreat, itâs crazyâglad we can agree on something. As for saying no, itâs easy: you just say no! Why are you doing this?â Dirkley demanded in the same hushed but increasingly strident voice.
âAny information you can get, I need it relayed to me. I know youâre working in a nearly nonexistent time frame, but anything atthis