Batman

Hal chuckled lightly and shook his head. "Impressive...I am not." His eyes roamed the work before him. This was his life. He worked long hours not because he had to, but because he had nothing else of value to fill his time with. These people... this job... it's what gave him reason to get up every morning.

"I just...protect what I believe in, I guess." His eyes moved to land on the picture of Alison "And sometimes when you can't protect one thing you love, you try to protect everything else to make up for it."

He fell quiet for several long moments before swiveling around to the mini fridge and grabbing a coke to flip open and take a swig. "It's hard, ya know... seeing the Elite torn apart from the inside out like this. Before we were forced to go public, we were..." He smiled as he looked down at the coke can. "Invincible. I was a private investigator to the outside world, but here, I was fighting real crime. Like Batman or something." Another chuckle surfaced and he fidgeted with the pop can tab, his eyes remaining down. "After we had to let the world know we existed, things got harder and harder, like we were being suffocated. I kept to night security mostly because I had too hard a time following the rules when I was out on assignment and... it was easy to use my night owl nature as an excuse." In reality, he missed going out on cases, but he did cause less trouble in here.

He finally swung his gaze back up to Sam, a new grin emerging. "I'm sorry you had to come at such a rough time. I wish you could see everybody around here when their hackles aren't up. Maybe once we get moved and things get reorganized it'll feel a little more like home."

His stomach growled and he rolled his eyes. He'd accidentally skipped breakfast, and took another swig of coke to take the edge off before turning back to his computer screen to keep working.


Jamison grinned and nodded. "I gotcha. And organizing files is something I can definitely do." He might not admit it, but some mindless work might be nice for a while.

"If I don't see you later, I'll see you tomorrow."


Scott woke with a start, giving a little lurch before realizing he was still snuggled up against Hope. He hadn't been asleep all that long, but hadn't even known JT had come and gone. 

Opening his eyes, he was hit with another onslaught of data, making him cringe. It was... different though. It was clearer. More precise. More visually structured. He blinked a couple times until it went away, and sighed deeply. 

"Sorry," he mumbled to Hope. "I forgot how comfortable you are." He bit his lip. He hadn't said anything like that in a long time. Instead of retreating though, he just left his arm around her and his head on her shoulder. He was too exhausted to move anyway. "You haven't been here...the whole time, have you? The last few days?"


"Yeah..." Kirk kept thinking, then finally shook his head. "Let's go to the next place. Third time's the charm, right?"

The next location wasn't quite downtown as the FBI desired, though it was still fairly central. With a parking lot on either side, it provided plenty of space in that aspect, and outside before a wide set of steps were several trees, giving it a rather pretty look.

Pulling up to the curb, Kirk lifted an eyebrow. "Looks almost too cute," he mused. It was an older brown stone building, three stories high with what appeared to be a nice number of windows. "Hope you're not afraid of heights," he teased Adison before getting out of the car.

The entrance was two large wooden doors that led into a small foyer-like area before opening up to a wide space with a staircase on either side, winding up to the second floor that could be seen from there. Kirk wandered across the tiled floor, checking out some ground level offices and discovering several large rooms towards the back. 

Further investigation revealed a nice open space upstairs, with several more rooms, ideal for offices. The top floor was almost all open, and that's where Kirk found himself last, leaning on a window sill to look out on the surroundings. 

Across the street were some older shops. On one side of this building's parking lots was a coffee shop, and on the other was a small storage facility. It was quiet. Peaceful almost. 

"I think I'm in love." Kirk's voice echoed a little in the open room, and he grinned at Adison. "It would take some work to get everything up and running but...What do you think?"