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[eideticagent]

Characters: Spencer Reid, OPEN
Setting: Entrance Hall
Time: Day 20
Summary: Dr. Reid's arrival at the House.
Warnings: None

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[01scofield_m]

Michael, having only just arrived himself had been in the entrance hall making note of every structual detail of the room. He'd already figured he was going to have to escape if he had any chance of getting out of here. Still, he'd organised the first successfull escapes from two maximum security prisons in the past, so he was confident he could do it.

While he was busy examining the joinery of the walls to the floor, he suddenly became are of the distinct feeling someone was behind him. He turned around to see someone stood against the door.

''When did you get here?'' Michael asked, almost certain the other hadn't come from another room. It almost looked like the other had come through the main door. The locked door.

Michael was on alert, maybe this other was one of them. Responsible for this?

((Hope you don't mind me jumping in))

[eideticagent]

((Don't mind at all!))

Reid jumped slightly, hand automatically flying to his revolver. He stopped when noticed the man wasn't armed, though experience had taught him that looks were deceiving and you didn't have to have a gun to be dangerous. Still, he released the handle, eyeing the other man with a much steadier look than he felt he was capable of giving.

"Just now..." He had a vague feeling he'd seen the other man before. He wished his eidetic memory applied to pictures as well as the written word. He reached into a pocket and pulled out his FBI id. He wasn't excellent at commanding an air of authority himself, but with the badge, he generally didn't need to. "What is this place?"

[01scofield_m]

Michael raised his hands in defence, noting the other's movements towards the revolver. FBI? That confirmed it. he was part of the company.

''I'm sure you know very well how I got here. What have you done Sara and LJ?'' He demanded, convinced the other was involved with the company.

[eideticagent]

Reid tilted his head to the side at the man's accusations. "I can assure you I have no idea what or who you're talking about," he said calmly, hoping to assuage the other's anger. Though he wasn't sure if the stranger would attack him, he definitely knew he didn't want to shoot. That could bring unwanted attention from whoever was running this place. And he didn't exactly have the best history with aiming. Combined with the strange nature of this place, he wasn't sure what would happen if he missed the shot and the guy came after him.

He doubted he could run. He'd just barely gotten off of the cane a week ago, Hotch hadn't even cleared him for field work yet.

"Unless Sara and LJ are serial killers or related to them, than I wouldn't have met them. That's what my branch of the FBI deals with. My name is Dr. Reid. Who are you?"