
"I'll be fine," he assured her, releasing her hand once he was standing. "Better than several of my compatriots."
He didn't think of them as employees. Even though he paid them, they were more like family. Every single person that became a Sentinel was carefully chosen. The background checks were extensive, and their personality had to fit with the group. If they didn't, there was no job for them even if they were qualified to perform it. The company was not designed to be run by individuals who wanted to work their way through the ranks. There were, in fact, no ranks within the company. Everyone, including himself, received the exact same pay. He might have the title of owner, but that was purely for business purposes.
They set off then, back to the scene of the crime. Since it had been about a week since the attack, the place was quite well cleaned up, though the HQ building and the ones nearest it were completely deserted. The few of his people still alive were clearly smart enough to stay away for the time being. He wouldn't call them back until they were close to cracking the case.
They entered to silence, and before they went far, he took a moment to feel the place out through the Force. There was a lingering malevolence, especially near the entrance, but nobody was within that he could feel. When he was satisfied, he led her to his office where he took a moment before taking a seat and turning on the computer system once again. There was no way anyone was getting into the mainframe without him. That was one thing he kept secure even from the other Sentinels. If they didn't have a way to access it, nobody could torture the information out of them.
"Give me a second to pull up the security footage. If you want a drink, I keep some Whyren's in the cabinet behind me."
