Quinn smiled that smile of his and talked with that smooth Latin tone to his vice, "Simple, because I carry with me an information packet that requires a signature of confirmation by the Pentagon along with a cease and desist and its following restraining order which carries a breaching clause."
Then the bastard had the smug indifference to just put his chin on his palm and drum his fingers against his chin. He didn't speak and allowed the silence to just stretch, but when she gathered herself to speak, the bastard beat her to it.
"Then again, you could just not sign it, and I'll just send your statement up the chain if you have one, of course." Quinn stated with a condescending smile on his face.
"Fine," Piggot snapped at him, "What am I signing for, and what's this about some cease and desist along with a restraining order?"
Quinn Calle smiled at her, and it was a dark nasty thing, "Well, it would seem that my client thinks that you are under the impression that he might be a tinker. And I will have to inform you that he is no such thing."
Piggot snorted, "Bullshit, pull the other one, we have him on video using more than just advanced technology, teleporting, and shields are all tinker tech. You know it, and I know it, and the whole world knows only tinkers can even start to create such a thing."
"Well, as my client's lawyer, I have access to not only his medical records but also the classified transcripts from his multiple IQ test," Quinn stated as he offered her the papers to sign.
With a grunt, she snatched it from his hands, and read over the statement of it being for her eyes only. There there were the other parts about her being the only one from the PRT being read in on the status of Anthony Grey; if it got out, then she would be held legally responsible. It also read that any questions from Costa Brown should be directed to the Pentagon and a few other things that Piggot felt went way over her own pay grade.
Once her name was signed on the dotted like, Quinn handed over the package as he place her signature paper inside of his briefcase as he took out the other items. Multiple X-ray scans fell out of the packet onto her desk, and Piggot noted that they were taken not even a week old. The X-ray scans were taken over years clearly, and then there was the IQ test. Piggot was certain she had never seen anyone tested so off the charts.
This Anthony Grey was well over the bell curve and beyond that by a solid mile, no, Piggot didn't believe that such a thing was possible. And again, each was stamped with a R.E.D., what the hell was that anyway.
"And what is all of this supposed to mean?" Piggot questioned, the knuckles of her hands white from how hard she gripped the papers.
That same smarmy smile was on his face as he went to answer, "Well, since you had the grace to ask me such a thing. I have with me a signed cease and desist subject to order not just from the governor, but also Judge Mathew." Quinn stated as he held out the papers for her to take. "Then you pair the medical records discharged to your care by the Pentagon, which coincides with this restraining order." Quinn then chuckled at the scowl she gave him. "Let's just say that the penalty of breaching such a thing would run you upwards of 200 million and continue to rise from there." Quinn shrugged at her. "Violating civil liberties and rights tend to come with a beautiful little price tag, I do hope you fight me on this."
"You expect me to just roll over and accept this?" Piggot grunted at him.
Quinn smiled at her, "I don't expect anything from you, Madame Director, I'm just the well-paid delivery boy, is all." He shrugged his shoulders at her. He got up to leave without even a second thought, "Ohh, i nearly forgot. Since the restraining order is against Armsmaster, he's not welcomed at the Cerberus Medical Institute."
Piggot's brow furrowed.
"Sorry, I believe that because nurses and doctors take an oath to do no harm, they are also forced to care for others even under protest. Well, the hospital director has decided that Armsmaster isn't welcome." Quinn stated, then walked towards the office door. "Have a good day, director."
"What does, R.E.D. stands for? Piggot questioned as Quinn grabbed the door knob.
With one foot out the door, Quinn turned towards her and smiled, "Retired, Extremely Dangerous."