Hell was other people. And the worst part of working for the Committee on Anomalous Internal Affairs was the other departments. At least, it was to Mr. Block. Constantly fighting for funding, withholding crucial information until Uncle Sam ordered them to stop, and always telling him what to do as if they had any authority over what he did. Currently, it was Paranormal being the most obtuse. Mr. Block had been waiting for the past 3 days for them to release one of their agents' reports. It wasn't even anything related to the paranormal, just DEI's employee ledger.
He ripped open another bag of pistachios with a sigh. Time travel has always been one of the less appreciated cover-ups by the government, even in his time. It was how he was able to get Dakota and Cavendish sent on a pointless, self serving assignment in the first place. It didn't help that the "evidence" he had received was, frankly, some of the least reliable the CAIA had. A hobo ranting about how the mind control hats in Florida are run by a rogue AI is one thing, hell it was fairly strongly supported in the FBI. But the moment he brought up time travel most of the other departments wrote him off as being just another doomsday preacher.
He knew better. Time travel tended to have a negative effect on people's mental health, especially if they were not prepared for it. Though from the sound of it Michael Yagoobian was never the most mentally stable. In between mad rantings about aunts and uncles it painted a picture of the single most nasty Grandfather Paradox Mr. Block has ever seen. Apparently, 'Goob' was roommates at an orphanage with a kid named Lewis. This Lewis kid was an inventor who kept him up all night with his machine, causing him to mess up an important little league game. This apparently ruined the morons' life, setting off on this insane vendetta that lasted 30 years! Eventually he stole two of Lewis' inventions to get revenge..
The first was InventCo's signature Helping Hat; the second a time machine. The manchild proceeded to describe the clearly defective prototype hat as his "Best Friend". Makes sense, the dimbulb's social skills would make Dakota and Cavendish look like Savannah and Brick. They decided to work together to ruin the life of this kid for "ruining theirs". They went back in time to when Lewis was supposed to get adopted to prevent it, and may have KILLED THE BRAT! Sure, "THAT BOY '' clearly wasn't all too smart if he left an Evil AI and a Time Machine in a place where a pathetic person like the tramp he was interrogating could steal from. But no one deserves to be killed by temporal assassination.
Furthermore, this was frankly the single most infuriating thing Mr. Block had ever heard. More so than Dakota and Cavendish's repeated failures at basic assignments. More than that, bald idiot's three decade long feud. Why this… hat thing managed to prevent not just her own existence from coming into being, but her timelines ability to even time travel USING TIME TRAVEL! Goob would similarly have no need to get revenge on a dead man! And the moron wasn't lying; he tried to embellish his accomplishments several times during the interrogation, being painfully obvious every time. Issue is there was nothing proving this man wasn't simply an insane, traumatized man. Certainly easier to believe than him being a man 30 years older than his birth certificate said.
So he had taken it upon himself to get the proof. He had experienced enough interrogations of temporal felons to pick out the important details. And after that it was a mixture of acquiring evidence to collaborate his claims; a couple of birth certificates and newspaper clippings to figure out yep; Lewis was gone and InventCo began pumping out helping hats shortly after.
Despite this he lacked any actual hard evidence on Doris' crimes. He tried to get a DNA test or fingerprinting, but the younger Goob disappeared shortly after Lewis; so that was a dead end. While the neural networking of the helping hats was extremely advanced, the patents had been filed years ago; before he had even entered this timeline. Any attempts to send agents to Florida were blocked as the FBI was still trying to figure out which department even should be heading the investigation…
"It's always the other departments…" Mr Block muttered, Extraterrestrial refused to share anything about Hawaii, Paranormal would act all high and mighty while pretending he hadn't known magic existed before he bumbled into their offices (Wizards are always some of the most annoying meddlers in the timeline, how couldn't he know they existed!), and Metahuman Affairs had been running Uncle Sam ragged preparing for Negaduck's attack. While he understands the danger, he wished that his paradoxes were received with any similar amounts of seriousness.
And, if he was being honest here, it was also his department. His top agents were jokes, he got the bare minimum of funding, and it felt like he couldn't do anything without being backtalked. Most people in this contradictory reality seemed to have even more contradictory views on how time travel should function. Worst of all were the associates he had to liaison with in order to talk to anyone with a functioning brain. But at least they answered his emails. With the other departments competing for the director's attention, it took forever to get an appointment penciled in, and he had to wait another month and a half to get said appointment. Now the date was imminent and Paranormal was sticking their head in the mud trying to DENY HIM THE LAST BIT OF EVIDENCE HE NEEDED!
After an excruciating 3 hours of going over his notes and 4 more bags of pistachios someone finally managed to get him the files he requested. To his annoyance a lot of it was blacked out by ink, Mostly things related to Halloween or people he figured were secretly mages or aliens. Whatever. He just needed four names.. He quickly packed up his things and started heading to the director's office.
That went… a lot better than expected. The director, while not so much understanding, knew better than to let a lead like this go unnoticed. If this was what snarled it all up to begin with, then it was incredibly crucial to national security to protect what we had left, and one wrong move by this hat could cause another cascade.
Now he didn't get the 8-figure investigation he wanted, but the director told him that once the Negaduck situation resolved itself a reevaluation of the budget was in order, and potentially a look into 'greater cooperation initiatives' as well. No, what he got was something he himself hadn't even known he wanted.
Uncle Sam was reallocating more of the Imagination Institute, an organization he hadn't even known existed. Nothing that can actually time travel, he is pretty sure at the current state doing so was practically impossible. But there was an odd duck on the payroll that seemed convinced they could find a way to peer into alternate timelines and the timestream itself. Mr. Block had some theories of course, but he was the Director of the Time Bureau, not Professor Time. They needed to make sure that trying to detangle a paradox of this caliber wouldn't cause any severe knock on effects.
Finally he was getting the chance to launch an investigation his way. No more needing to deal with idiots like Riddle or Dicker nabbing resources. No more having to rely on people who don't understand time travel. He was gonna get the lab guys to do a bunch of research, take their notes, and use them to train a new group of agents. Agents that will be better than the bottom of the barrel scraps he has now..
He also got a very, very nice secondary prize. The Director gave him the go ahead to reach out to some interesting parties in Danville. While he doubts Riddle will let him access Russ, it couldn't hurt to try. Monogram was firmly off the table, man was from his home timeline and trying to reach out to him might erase him from existence. No, the big contact he was happy to receive was those strange men that managed to do the impossible and make Dakota and Cavendish productive. A piece separate from the rest of the CAIA, that he could rely on sending him information and doing jobs the other departments might not want done.
The Vagabond Ninja's were soon gonna be working for him; and there was nothing those bureaucrats could do to stop him.