I've been walking forty miles of bad road. If the Bible is right, the world will explode.
Walk by the CCTV room of the Kashtta Tower, and the following conversation can be heard:
"You know, I've got about a billion security protocols to run through and, uh, there's-"
"Mr. Flinkman, I think you can be spared from your duties for five seconds to humor me a little."
"....You're angry. Okay, that's... Yeah, it's not every day I can actually tell, considering, you know... Your face is kind of-"
"Mr. Flinkman."
"...Please don't kill me."
Peek inside to investigate and you'll find Sark, leaning over Marshall's shoulder and staring at his laptop screen, his fist clenched around the back of Marshall's chair so hard that his knuckles are about to turn white, although his expression is eerily calm. On the table somewhere behind him, there's a bouquet of flowers. They were on April's grave this morning.
Sark has legitimate questions.
Unaware that one of his "agents" is harassing his former op-tech, Jack Bristow is enjoying a cup of gourmet coffee at an outdoor cafe. To the casual observer, he looks like he's just people-watching. The casual observer would be mostly wrong.
Mitsuki Takahashi is in Chicago for, at least, another week, while she makes sure that Vince isn't going to lose it or something given the shit month he's been having. At the moment, she's sitting cross-legged in the Conrad Hotel basement in front of the weapon's closet, cleaning and inspecting a gun. She was taking inventory, but then she got distracted. It happens.
Somewhere in Grant Park, a Rift opens up. Nothing happens for a second, but there's a panicked (and decidedly human) yell and a bat bursts from it.
....And then promptly runs into the nearest tree and drops to the ground, slightly dazed.
"You know, I've got about a billion security protocols to run through and, uh, there's-"
"Mr. Flinkman, I think you can be spared from your duties for five seconds to humor me a little."
"....You're angry. Okay, that's... Yeah, it's not every day I can actually tell, considering, you know... Your face is kind of-"
"Mr. Flinkman."
"...Please don't kill me."
Peek inside to investigate and you'll find Sark, leaning over Marshall's shoulder and staring at his laptop screen, his fist clenched around the back of Marshall's chair so hard that his knuckles are about to turn white, although his expression is eerily calm. On the table somewhere behind him, there's a bouquet of flowers. They were on April's grave this morning.
Sark has legitimate questions.
Unaware that one of his "agents" is harassing his former op-tech, Jack Bristow is enjoying a cup of gourmet coffee at an outdoor cafe. To the casual observer, he looks like he's just people-watching. The casual observer would be mostly wrong.
Mitsuki Takahashi is in Chicago for, at least, another week, while she makes sure that Vince isn't going to lose it or something given the shit month he's been having. At the moment, she's sitting cross-legged in the Conrad Hotel basement in front of the weapon's closet, cleaning and inspecting a gun. She was taking inventory, but then she got distracted. It happens.
Somewhere in Grant Park, a Rift opens up. Nothing happens for a second, but there's a panicked (and decidedly human) yell and a bat bursts from it.
....And then promptly runs into the nearest tree and drops to the ground, slightly dazed.