Jump the gun || cxnsilium
Charles Augustus Magnussen found himself standing in the lobby of the MI6 - for what reason, well. It was only ever two reasons - they were either trying to charge him on something petty (blackmail wasn't that bad now, was it?) or they wanted his assistance on something - which was always grudgingly asked and he, would so amusingly provide.
With a slight tap of his foot against the marble flooring, Magnussen looked around with eyes that seemed to be taking in everything and yet giving away nothing. Unreadable to those that would try to make sense of him and completely closed to those who wanted to destroy him. Destruction always begets destruction and Magnussen could most certainly guarantee that no matter one's attempts to destroy him, he would bring them to their knees before they could lift a finger.
All it took was one little push.
Moving around MI6 now accompanied by his bodyguards, he peered into rooms without shame, regardless if he was interrupting meetings or not. His constant wanderings lead him to somewhere he had never been and he immediately realized where he was with all the computers about.
Sparkling with mirth, Magnussen walked in like he owned the place and looked around, a smug smile settling on his lips. His eyes looked around before settling on one man before him - apparently head of all the little mice scurrying around.
"Q, I presume." He said, his tone laced with amusement.
