Outside Apartment #2, MCA, Sunday Evening

[10secondcar]

'Furnished apartment,' McIntosh and Nelson had said. 'Lease is already arranged,' they'd said. 'You just have to pick up the key,' they'd said. Brian had just assumed the apartment would suck. All of that might be true, but the contact info they'd given him (for a guy named Coulson, though the lease had someone else's signature on it) had

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[worstofalltime]

After his meeting with a few of the more colorful teachers yesterday, it was safe to say that Washington was on alert for anything strange going on near his lodgings.

So, when someone was trying--and failing--to break in next door. Well.

He cleared his throat, waiting for the guy to notice him. And no. No, he hadn't removed the armor yet. Because paranoid.

[10secondcar]

"Just one sec," Brian said, and, "Stupid fucking--" When the lock still failed to give it up, Brian signed and looked up to find--armor. Lots of armor. "What the fuck."

[worstofalltime]

"Hi."

At least Wash hadn't grabbed his gun for this?

[10secondcar]

"...hi." Militarization of the police, indeed. "This is my apartment."

[worstofalltime]

"Really." This was Wash's face of disbelief. You couldn't see it, but it was there behind the helmet.

Doubting you.

[10secondcar]

"Really!" Brian insisted. "I have a lease and everything, I just don't have a key." He promised, Wash!

[worstofalltime]

"Do you have the lease on you?" Maybe an ID to go with it.

[10secondcar]

"Of course, man." It was either in his pocket or his car, and Brian was pretty sure it was his--yes, there it was. Brian stood up as he unfolded the stupid thing and handed it to the guy in the armor. "See?" he asked, pointing, "Brian O'Connor, that's--well, they spelled my name wrong again, but that's me." Dammit, Nelson.

[worstofalltime]

Uh huh.

"Because that's a common mistake," Wash replied dryly. "I can see how you'd run into that problem a lot."

[10secondcar]

"It's with an e," Brian said indignantly. "See, you can see in my signature." Not really. His signature was pretty much just a squiggle.

[worstofalltime]

That sounded about right for most signatures in law enforcement.

"Do you have an ID on you?"

[10secondcar]

"Sure," Brian said as he patted his pockets again for his wallet. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name, Officer...?"

[worstofalltime]

"Agent," he corrected. "It's Agent Washington."

Like the state.

[10secondcar]

"...Agent," Brian echoed. Nelson and McIntosh hadn't mentioned anything about another agent on the island, but Nelson and McIntosh hadn't mentioned a lot of things. Maybe this was a test to make sure Brian wouldn't break cover. (But where had they gotten the costume?)

"See, Brian--" and then he thought to actually look at the driver's license he'd pulled out of his pocket before handing it over. "Ah, no, not that one..."

[worstofalltime]

It was all a test. Yes. Clearly they wanted to get him on being insane because a guy in armor? Pff. Weird.

"Another misspelling?" Wash asked, tilting his head at the name on this ID.

[10secondcar]

"Souvenir," Brian said flatly. Which was to say...well.