Post by Shovatic on Jan 12, 2016 14:58:56 GMT -5
Annettes reply had landed itself on Everett's desk, and a few words of need had sent him on his feet, accidentally knocking a paper or two off of his pile he had. His gut had twisted into some sort of grim knot, a bad feeling that she had some involvement with the worst person possible. He knelt down to quickly pick up his papers, his face darker than he would have liked.
Harper's head of black hair poked from the door, curious as to what made the noise. She wasn't completely certain of what was bothering Finch, but she was certain it was something very important that he would be very quick to keep as something he knew. "You ok, sir?"
"What- Yes, of course." Everett coughed stacking the papers neatly on his desk. "Actually I need you to do something for me."
"Oh?"
"Find Varus Collins. He hasn't reported for anything in days, and it's of slight concern. When you do, mail what you've found to this address and do not engage with him or anyone he's with."
He handed her a small piece of paper and turned to his desk, grabbing a gun from his desk and the ceremonial sword he had learned to use as part of an undercover mission he once had. He found the sword to be powerfull and delicate, and quickly mastered it's use .
"I have somewhere to be, so if you'll excuse me."
"Sir, wait-" She paused stopping her informal call.
"Oh right, it's a rather important mission, Harper. I may be gone for a while, so I expect you to fill in my position while I'm gone."
"I-what." Her jaw might as well have dropped.
"You'll do fine as director for a while," Everett smiled at the girl, the darkness on his face fading a little, "Good Luck, Harper."
"Thank you, sir." She looked at his desk in shock as she heard the door close.
Everett quickly informed the staff in the building of his temporary absense, then boarded the fastest vehicle to Paris he could, which for someone of his status, meant a day or two's time.
Harper's head of black hair poked from the door, curious as to what made the noise. She wasn't completely certain of what was bothering Finch, but she was certain it was something very important that he would be very quick to keep as something he knew. "You ok, sir?"
"What- Yes, of course." Everett coughed stacking the papers neatly on his desk. "Actually I need you to do something for me."
"Oh?"
"Find Varus Collins. He hasn't reported for anything in days, and it's of slight concern. When you do, mail what you've found to this address and do not engage with him or anyone he's with."
He handed her a small piece of paper and turned to his desk, grabbing a gun from his desk and the ceremonial sword he had learned to use as part of an undercover mission he once had. He found the sword to be powerfull and delicate, and quickly mastered it's use .
"I have somewhere to be, so if you'll excuse me."
"Sir, wait-" She paused stopping her informal call.
"Oh right, it's a rather important mission, Harper. I may be gone for a while, so I expect you to fill in my position while I'm gone."
"I-what." Her jaw might as well have dropped.
"You'll do fine as director for a while," Everett smiled at the girl, the darkness on his face fading a little, "Good Luck, Harper."
"Thank you, sir." She looked at his desk in shock as she heard the door close.
Everett quickly informed the staff in the building of his temporary absense, then boarded the fastest vehicle to Paris he could, which for someone of his status, meant a day or two's time.
