Late night

As Adison talked, Kirk slid his foot forward a little, giving her foot a playful nudge. He caught the brief look in her eye and had to look away, swallowing his smile as he tried to keep his mind on task. 

He took out his phone to dial Ron, then opted just to text, still listening to Adison. Jamison again? "We are talking about the same guy here, right? Short, skinny guy who can't go home without a shirt he's spilled coffee or water on, on a daily basis? Who buries himself in his office and the archive room half the time? Who can't even stand up for himself? That Jamison?" He quirked an eyebrow. "I know I always go to him when I gotta find something, but that's in the building, not outside it. You sure he-"

Just as he'd finished his text to Ron, his phone rang. "Seriously?" He held up a finger at Adison. "Hold that thought.... Hello? Yes...hi, Reese." He threw Adison a confused look. "Oh...yes... no I think that's wise... Yes... If you'd prefer that... Okay. See you then." Ending the call, he sighed. "And now I have a meeting at eight. Reese wants me there when he informs the staff so I can help answer questions. So... We could meet Ron early for a little while or after my meeting, which could make it a late night. Or I can see if he'll be in town one more night and we can play pool tomorrow." Thoughts of Jamison had been forgotten yet again. "What do you think?"


A second shooter? Garret stopped eating as he glanced up at Nate, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion. "Somebody shot the sniper? That doesn't make any sense. Agency operatives are never allowed an easy out." He shrugged. It was a matter of fact in his mind. "Medridge would rather a lower agent talk, than let someone off the hook. In other words, he'd just turn the agent into another one of his lab rats to observe - he wouldn't be paranoid about losing intel. Not to mention, snipers are usually kept out of the loop so they can remain completely focused on the target and not care about the situation as a whole. The guy probably wouldn't have been able to tell the Elite much anyway, so why have him killed?"

It really didn't make any sense to him. He knew Medridge's ways were crazy to most, but life was a game to him. He'd rather continue playing against a new challenge, than force a win and end the game. "Medridge kills people when it has to do with a bigger plan. And it's usually a slow death built around torture for the benefit of friends and family watching. He kills out of strategy and anger. He wouldn't waste a bullet on a guy who knows little to nothing anyway. Not worth putting a second sniper on the field."

He wasn't trying to defend his original theory of there only being one shooter - he was still confident in that. These were just facts he knew about Medridge and his ways. And even if he couldn't explain it...he knew Medridge well enough that his gut could tell if something had been part of a plan or not. But he couldn't defend gut feelings. 

Looking around the table at Laura and Maggie, he suddenly realized maybe the details could have been spared, at least around dinner. He cleared his throat and took another bite. "It wasn't something Reese planned? Revenge for what he'd done to Jason?"