After having been exposed to the multiple ramblings by others about certain older operations there had been a decision made by the man himself. There needed to be clarifications, any type of actual explanations that would make sense. What had happened couldn't be all what he had heard.
Finding the man didn't pose as hard as most made it out to be, not for him at least. Following leads seemed to be difficult for most of them though, not his problem. Knocking wasn't something he had learned so he just went inside, no weapons. Weapons would only make this more difficult.
With his arms crossed he took a look around, mind already carefully laying out the things he could say. "Cover your tracks up a bit better, will ya? There are more dangerous people searching for you that don't have the two extra brain cells to keep their weapons at home." - @ask-jhudson
[Rook turns around from his office desk, quickly typing something to shut off the multiple monitors he was working with. He grimaces at the sudden entry, arms crossing similarly to Hudson.]
Oh, fuck off, will you? I'm sure you've known people who've done worse.
I'm covering my tracks by now. I'm not staying where I'm not prepared. ... You weren't who I was expecting anyway. Get the fuck out of here.
[He seems annoyed at best. The ease and confidence drips off of him in a way that's almost uneasy considering what everyone has been saying about him. His neutral face stays firm, head tilting to look Hudson up and down like predator on prey. His hand falls to his hip, ghosting over a holster in case it gets bloody like LAST time. He's just hoping Hudson would ignore his bruised and busted up appearance.]