#helloquartermaster

[thatsecondsalemboy-a]

@helloquartermaster | starter call | accepting

Credence adjusted the strap of his rucksack, eyes briefly flitting to the corridors around him as he was led to his new place of work. Most definitely an upgrade from his previous job, but then again, after working for an IT support call agency, pretty much anything was an upgrade.

His life up until this point had certainly not been dull. Adopted as an infant into the home of, quite honestly, a religious fanatic. Freed from her abusive household at fourteen, flitted around the foster system until he’d eventually aged out. Seeking the comfort and freedom of the school IT club, and spending hours learning from the technician there, he’d developed a new love for pretty much anything computer related. A degree in computer science later, and a habit of doing some coding and such on the side, and he’d got the job in the agency.

And then one day he’d come home and there had been someone waiting for him with an offer. An offer of a job, a better one than he currently had. More chance to flex his skills. So of course he’d taken it, and now it was his first day, and he was being lead towards his new boss, who he’d only heard referred to as the ‘Quartermaster’.

[ofmusingsxandmayhem-a]

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Ilsa was crossing the room as he spoke her name, making her way to him and waving her hand dismissively. She knew that he meant nothing by the short greeting; besides, she knew that he was going through a rough time. She could hardly blame him for being in such a state. 

“You weren’t rude, Q. But a cup of tea would make a stellar apology... if I was offended.” she replied, giving him a small smile. He knew how she liked her tea, so left him to do as he would, opting to lean against the counter as she waited. “I came to see you. For a couple of reasons... the main one being I wanted to see how you were doing. I heard... And you know that I’m here if you need to talk.” Of course, she wouldn’t be ‘here’ for much longer, really, given the assignment that the director and Chief Atlee had just given her. 

But the idea of leaving him now... She hated it. 

[littlebutfiercesister]

Battle - Find my muse in the middle of a fight with someone or something.

“You take that back!”

Phaedra’s eyes were sparking with anger as she took a step closer to the older Gryffindor girl who had dared to pass a comment on her brother. It seemed like common knowledge sometimes, especially among the children of wizarding families, that her brother Newt had been expelled, and she’d heard enough of their derisive comments, her patience finally snapping. And her anger it seemed was drawing a crowd.

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[littlebutfiercesister]

“How is the healing going?”

“Getting there. Still hurts like hell though.”

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[sweetxscaredxharmless]

"Are you lost?"

Ariana wasn’t sure she liked their new house. It was so different from their old one, although she’d been allowed to pick her room first, had picked the attic with the window view out over the village. There was a nice yard for the goats. But it was still different, and Papa wasn’t there to help either.

Plus, now she’d gotten lost. The voice startled her and she looked up nervously, twisting her fingers in the skirt of her dress, shying away slightly.

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[thatsecondsalemboy-a]

“When’s the last time you slept?”

“Technically speaking, I had a nap this morning. But also technically speaking…about two days ago.”

And lord was he beginning to feel it. He’d just finished guiding 008 on an unexpectedly tricky mission that had been extremely close to going horribly wrong on multiple occasions. But somehow, with a combination of his own work, and Graves’ odd knack for surviving deadly situations, they’d gotten through it. His nerves felt strung out, and he’d been surviving on coffee and cereal bars, not wanting to leave his station unless he absolutely had to until the mission was complete.

And now it was, and he was definitely crashing. But he still had all the damn paperwork.

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@helloquartermaster​ continued from here

     Spencer wonders if it is too soon to lament that he already knew that they wanted him. Or, perhaps more appropriately deemed, he had already been assuming that. The idea had formed not from vanity, nor arrogance, but deduction. It made sense. With Spencer’s experience profiling and studying behavior, his ties to the FBI and a particularly suave tech analyst, not to mention exceeding intelligence. Reid knew he was a target and didn’t mind. This meant he could help, in more ways than one.

     There was talk of an undercover operation, a plan forming behind closed doors that Reid was equal parts involved in planning and executing to weasel the FBI’s way into Lane’s organization. It was safe to assume Q had already figured this as well, maybe even resigned to the idea of it and here they were. At crossroads. Compromise. 

     “Is that all?” Reid asks, wants to be sure he knows what he is getting into. What he is promising the man before him. “No other specifics, just involvement?”

     Spencer is relieved though, can feel the way his shoulders relax minutely at the prospect that their greatest chance at finding this man was now an ally. 

     "Regardless, we appreciate your willingness to cooperate,” Reid starts, lingers on adding something else, opens and closes his mouth stuck on the thought like glue. At the last moment, he abandons the idea and sticks to topic at hand.

     “Anything you can tell us about Lane is useful. Mannerisms, particular habits, routines. Even details that seem unremarkable may be key insight into his patterns. We know he’s incredibly manipulative, controlling, and while that is important––It’s too...On the surface. Do you ever remember him seeming to focus on something in particular, perhaps even someone?” 

     A vulnerability. Acuity into a particular behavior, a way to make getting inside Lane’s head just that much easier for the agent. Reid wants to push onto recounts of how typical days went while Q was under Lane’s foot, needs to know the priorities and the details that made the man human, recognizes he has to build his way there or risk Q leaving. The odds were slim he would, even so soon, but there was the possibility and Reid was nothing without his statistics.  

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“I know what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind.”

     Reid believes him. Which, initially is sort of alarming, considering Spencer resonates so strongly with the words. The words uttered by a complete stranger, coincidentally within earshot. They sound like a memory, a feeling deeply seated in the doctor’s chest. Heavy. 

     Spencer holds the other man’s gaze for a moment. Reid allows no inflection other than the soft undertone of empathy to enter his voice. 

     “There is no prison greater than that.”