Re: Military Intelligence Section 5 Headquarters

by **Caroline Berry** Sun Sep 20, 2015 2:03 pm

Margo looked at the Suit, waiting for him to get out.

by **feathertail** Sun Sep 20, 2015 2:03 pm

"After you, Agent."

by **Caroline Berry** Sun Sep 20, 2015 2:16 pm

Margo climbed out and was cautious as she looked around. She didn't trust these people completely.

by **feathertail** Sun Sep 20, 2015 2:17 pm

Phil followed her, closing the door behind him. The agents from the other helicopter were alrready standing ready. "This way," he lead the way off the giant 'roof'.

by **Caroline Berry** Sun Sep 20, 2015 2:32 pm

Margo followed slowly, keeping her hand on her gun, just in case.

by **feathertail** Sun Sep 20, 2015 2:33 pm

As soon as they were inside, the four Suits dispersed, leaving Phil and the two agents too accompany Sutter.

by **Caroline Berry** Sun Sep 20, 2015 2:40 pm

Margo never took her hand off of her gun as she walked.

by **feathertail** Sun Sep 20, 2015 2:46 pm

Phil opened a door that said 'Director' and stepped inside.

by **Caroline Berry** Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:07 pm

Margo hesitated.

by **feathertail** Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:10 pm

"Agent..." Phil gestured for her to come in, in an almost warning tone.

by **Caroline Berry** Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:22 pm

Margo walked in and looked around.

by **feathertail** Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:28 pm

The office was plain, with some boring certificates and awards on the back wall, along with some photos of the Director with Strike Team Delta on (presumably) days off, judging by their state of dress and the grins all three had.

The desk was plain as well, with a computer, a nameplate, and a heap of paperwork. A potted plant stood in the back corner, and there were several chairs around the room. The archer made a beeline for the one nearest to the vent covering, while the woman seated herself out of the way in the corner after slipping the door sign to 'engaged', quickly dismantling a gun and beginning to clean it.

Phil only rolled his eyes and threw a rag at her to put over her knees before he sat down at his desk, gesturing to the seat opposite. "Sit."

by **Caroline Berry** Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:32 pm

Margo took her time looking around, taking in the photos, mentally profiling the man at the desk. She finally took a seat and locked gazes with him.

by **feathertail** Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:35 pm

"So, Agent. Tell me all you know."

by **Caroline Berry** Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:45 pm

Margo hesitated and then sat forward. "The guy's name is Seamus O'Malley. He's 29, born and raised in Dublin, Ireland. His mother, Shannon, died when he was 14. Two years previous, his father claimed him. O'Malley was shipped to the U.S. and put in foster care. He got in a lot of trouble and went to Juvenile court and spent some time in a detention centre. After he turned 21, he moved back to Ireland, then to France, then over to Germany and now here. He's lived here for 7 years now. A couple of months ago, O'Malley attacked a bank with his pet Chimera. Then he attacked another bank last month. Just today, he hit his third bank." Margo said.

by **feathertail** Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:48 pm

[O'Malley the Alley Cat]
Phil nodded, noting it all down neatly on a fresh sheet of paper. "Any patterns that you've identified? Any ideas where he'll try next?"

by **Caroline Berry** Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:53 pm

(YES! You got it!!!)

"He's obviously trying to get money. So he's probably building something. My guess is that he's going to hit a warehouse or a factory." Margo said.

by **feathertail** Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:54 pm

[xD]
Phil nodded, noting it down. "Has he been for any before or has it just been banks?"

by **Caroline Berry** Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:57 pm

"Just banks. But he's hit three already, it would be a waste of time to hit another." Margo said.

by **feathertail** Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:58 pm

"Which ones?" Phil brought up a map on the computer screen and turned it so Margo could see.

by **Caroline Berry** Sun Sep 20, 2015 5:07 pm

Margo pointed them out.

by **feathertail** Sun Sep 20, 2015 5:08 pm

The spots lit up and the document screwed itself up and into a maail icon before shooting offscreen. Both Romanoff and Barton lifted their heads to glare at their handler as their phones both vibrated at the same time.

by **Caroline Berry** Sun Sep 20, 2015 5:16 pm

"Wait a second..." Margo muttered and narrowed her eyes. "It's a triangle." She pointed it out. "He's going to hit this factory right there." She pointed out a factory in the centre of the imaginary triangle.

by **feathertail** Sun Sep 20, 2015 5:17 pm

"When's he been attacking? Time of day?"

by **Caroline Berry** Sun Sep 20, 2015 5:21 pm

"Broad daylight. He likes the attention." Margo said. But he's not going to hit anytime soon."

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