Bonework for Metody

[shadowagents]

Just as with Myra, the coordinates given to Metody land him in a supply closet under the stairs. The directions that accompanied them are fairly straightforward, and room 314 will be easy to find. The building itself is slightly decrepit, but the carpeted halls speak of better days gone by. PINpointing directly into the building has robbed Metody

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[metody_green]

He was a little startled to find himself under the steps. And just a shade disappointed; he'd had hopes of getting a good look at another version of America. The endless variations on the country were fascinating.

Oh, well.

He adjusted the straps of his bookbag, then stepped out of the supply closet, carefully closed the door and went in search of 314.

[shadowagents]

The Shadow never expressly forbade Metody from having a look around, but he'll have to save it for later if he wants to keep his appointment. Perhaps if he does good enough work, the patient will want to go for a walk to test out his new knees.
The closet seems to be around the level of the second floor, so it isn't far to go to the third, but the stairwell continues up quite a ways. This must be a fairly tall building.

The door is nondescript, and when he knocks it is very shortly opened by an older man with glasses, and greatly receded hair. "Afternoon?" There is a twitch at the corner of the mouth, and his eyes are bright. 'distressing hawaiian shirt' was in the description he was given of his expected guest. He could almost see The Shadow's frown through the text.

[metody_green]

At least he'd restrained himself to the more standard sort of Hawaiian shirt. Sure, no earthly flower ever bloomed in such a wild combination of colors, but compared to Metody's normal cyborg sharks and mini skirted Amazons, this one was downright subdued.

"Mr. Vincent? Um. I - " should probably not announce what he was going to do to the whole hall. Empty or not. " - have a delivery for you?" He smiles sheepishly. Worst secret agent ever.

[shadowagents]

The shirt may be more subtle than usual, but Harry knows his Chief. In some ways, he hasn't moved as well with the times as his most faithful agent. The door opens wider and the old man grins. If Metody does turn out to be someone dangerous, he's not nearly as feeble as he might be taken for. "Harry Vincent. Just Harry, really. You must be Metody Green, c'mon in." His eyes are sparkling with amusement over Metody's uncertainty.