Mar 10, 2014 01:18
"And the irony of you worrying about his paranoia does not escape me." Nathan limped past Harold's side of their eight-screen, four-keyboard computer setup heading for the kitchenette and the coffeemaker. "Need a fresh cup of tea? Think I'll be the office gofer today. You can send me out for donuts. Or lunch. No, wait, you have your new employee for that now."
Harold watched his friend and partner with concern. He didn't like the bitter note in Nathan's voice as he spoke of Mr. Reese. While Nathan had been recovering from injury, Harold had recruited him on his own, despite Nathan's doubts. Nathan had wanted to hire different man, someone who called himself Dillinger, but Nathan hadn't seen what Harold had that night. While Nathan was setting up the sale of the laptop it was Harold who had caught up to Daniel Casey in time to see Reese let him go. Minus a couple of molars, of course. It had stunned him, that a man with his record would do that, save a number rather than kill him,. Almost immediately The Machine had started giving them Reese's number, although it was months before Harold put it all together to understand why. Nathan had teased him about stalking the agent,
poi