Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. discussion

Located in New York, the main facility associated with SHIELD is massive and home to a majority of agents. Most of the operation is underground for protection.

Quinn adjusted the collar of his brown sweater, trying to get himself more comfortable with it again. He hated wearing something so nerdy, like the glasses on his face at the moment, but he had to do it because the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents know him as Quinn Hartmann. That nerdy tech guy who's always wearing sweaters, a bit awkward, messy hair and all that crap he invented. To be honest, he was itching for a smoke, but he wouldn't want to tarnish the reputation he had established already. To be honest, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents weren't that bad, assisting him every now and then. So there he was, in the Headquarters of the enemy organization, spying for a few years already and still uncaught, one of the highest ranking HYDRA... looking like a harmless dweeb. Man, he had more class than this.

Garnet entered his place of work with a file in hand that had been sent over a few days ago. It was his latest mission through he had never heard of the group involved which was strange because most of the time, the organisations he went after were well known and this one seemed to have only appeared on the radar a few weeks ago but already they were threatening to enslave the inhumans for their own purposes. He just hoped his team was around, so they could get this mission over with quickly through he supposed nothing was as bad as the time he had to investigate a rouge branch of Stark Industries- they tortured and dehumanised their captives all because they had a few powers. It didn't seem right to him but he supposed that's how he knew he was still capable to do his job- he hadn't been desensitised to the world around him, through it would certainly be easier.

Quinn was dying for a smoke, and a skinny black suit and tie, or perhaps a mirror to rearrange his 'windswept' hair into the natural slick do like how he looks like when he's not pretending to be an agent. He wanted to take a break from his job, but instead he merely took a mug of brewed coffee and decided to go and do what he was supposed to do. Work on the system and tech. Of course, since his team leader wasn't around, he didn't know anything specific to do. Just when he was about to move and head towards his workspace, he caught sight of a familiar face. A friendly smile came automatically on his face, "Good morning sir. Rosewood." He said, propping up his glasses as he held the mug of hot coffee on his other hand. Leaning on the wall, he took a sip of the warm caffeine. "More paperwork?" He asked, gesturing towards the file on the man's hand. He didn't know for certain, but paperwork was supposed to be handled by some higher agent with a lvl. 9 clearance, someone named Linc or something. So, the file on the agent's hand was probably not paperwork.

Garnet was just about to turn down the corridor that lead to the main offices but turned when he heard someone speak to him. "And Good morning to you Agent Hartmann." he said with a friendly smile as the strap of his bag slipped down his shoulder. He pulled it up sighing wishing Rachael had taken her laptop home with her instead of leaving it on the bus, making it his duty to return it as he wouldn't have to be carrying this bag around. "Ah no, it's a case we have been given. Some organisation who named themselves Cyclops, probably a copycat group of hydra but the boss thinks they are worth worrying about and are dangerous to boot." he said sighing. He wished they would stop giving him and his team the most dangerous missions that came available. He did need a break every once in a while.

Quinn barely raised his eyebrows, still sipping coffee as he listened to what Garnet had said. He wasn't that surprised though, to find out it may be a dangerous case. Garnet was famous as one of the dangerous cases hustler. "That sounds exciting. Interesting name too. Think they got a blind man for a leader?" He asked, a bit serious. In his entire stay in S.H.I.E.L.D. he learned not to be surprised anymore. Some organizations were just pathetic, or genius but not funded enough. As a high-ranked HYDRA undercover, he actually preferred not being in the field. People feed him so much information without him being endangered. "People copying HYDRA. Really. Those organizations won't just stop. More work everyday, people to find on the net and sites to hack. " He added, silently thinking how he actually felt at ease with a lvl. 8 S.H.I.E.L.D. agent right in front of him. He was sure the man would rue the day he finds out that one of the highest ranking HYDRA leader was actually under their noses all along.

"Absolutely no idea but it wouldn't surprise me. I haven't had time to investigate the case yet, too busy dealing with the fall out from the last mission." he said trying to remember if had anything else to do today apart fro getting started with this case and hopefully having enough information to take them down within the next week. " Yeah I know. You would think villains would learn to be original and not just copy one of the most famous criminal organisations on the world. I'm just thankful the general public don't realise how much danger they are actually in from organisations like these. As for the workload we'll deal with it if it means keeping the innocent safe even at the cost of ourselves." he said thinking of how he had been wrangled back into work despite the fact his mental state wasn't exactly stable. He was just glad that apart from his team and therapist no seemed to have noticed his PTSD and that it hadn't acted up in the field.

If Quinn hadn't been asked to join HYDRA, he would have loved to be in S.H.I.E.L.D. Their beliefs, all of them, didn't matter to him as long as he's doing something exciting and fun. Too bad he got in too deep now. "Protect the innocent." He said, nodding with the coffee mug on hand. "It's actually a good thing originality hasn't sprung forth. It would make them predictable, and easier to deal with." He pointed out, taking note of everything the agent was telling him. No better source of info than a high-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D. agent after all. "Good luck on your work then. Our team doesn't have any assigned workload yet, so we're on break." He added conversationally, because even agents have lives. "Thank god for breaks." He repeated, sipping some coffee calmly. Although, deep inside, he's dying for a smoke.

Garnet had a love-hate relationship with his job and wondered whether he would love or hate it more if all his cases were less predictable in format as all the organisations were hungry for power in some form or other. " Maybe but it's also kind of boring at least Hydra keeps us on our toes." he said shrugging. He didn't really care what impression people got of him as most thought him insane at worst and adrenaline junkie at best because of the amount of dangerous cases he worked. In fact he didn't think he had worked anything that wasn't dangerous since he turned 23. "Thank you, Agent and have fun on your breaks because the further you get up the ladder, the less you have," he said wondering when the last time he had time off work had been since he had re-joined the organisation.

Quinn hid his smirk with the coffee mug. Sure, HYDRA does keep you in your toes and you don't even know the half of it. He took Garnet's statement about HYDRA as a compliment, after all, he's a very vital part of the said 'terrorist' organization. He cleared his throat, smiling a bit. "HYDRA's at a fast pace, and funded probably too." He said, because that was the common knowledge. "And I probably have more breaks even if I get promoted. I'm the tech agent in our team. I always spend more time sitting down in front of a computer than running in the field. It's a safer job, I suppose. I prefer it more than getting shot at, which is why field agents have it harder." He explained. To be truthful, he wouldn't mind getting shot at. That way, he'd have an excuse to just shoot everyone up.

Garnet was quick to spot the quirk of the mouth but didn't think anything of it, what reason did he have? He often wished he could go back to individual missions as thinking about a team was exhausting. Maybe he could volunteer to go undercover at HYDRA. He wasn't that recognisable, not like Agents Romanoff and Barton were now, so it could work. " That's true. I just wish we had someone talented enough to hack into their system, well apart from Stark that is but the Director doesn't fully trust him so we won't be getting his help anytime soon." he said with a sigh. He had trying to persuade the director to take advantage of the resources he had and it wasn't like Stark was a traitor to the country- he was an Avenger for gods sake. " Ah tech, well at least it's not a boring job, filing paperwork but if you ever get fed up give me a call, I don't mind training agents for the field, through it's not for everyone." he said with a shrug. He could do with a few more Agents especially considering he only had two cleared for Field work but one was a initiate and the other while she could hold her own was more suited to undercover work, not the full out battles that some of their missions turned into. " Field work is hard but to be honest its no more difficult than tech or science, just more trying on the body and sometimes the mind." he said thoughtfully.

Quinn was drinking in all the information like a sponge. It wasn't something new, really, but it was still information nonetheless. Stark. Ha. That Stark guy was one of the risks that the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director took so they could still maintain their 'protection' of the innocents. It would be another big great leap of faith for the Director to let the multi-billionaire a chance. "The Director probably has good reasons anyway." He told the agent, noticing his mug of coffee was already half-empty, and blinking as he realized he wasn't even thinking when he drank it up. "And no thanks for the offer. Tried once, never going to try again." He said with a sheepish smile. He sabotaged his own training actually. If he wanted, he could have shot all the dummies straight in their target points one-handed without even blinking. It was a double thing, since he can't look too proficient or he might get tasked to attack his own, and it basically slowed down his promotion. "Preferences and proficiency huh. I'm best at what I do anyway, and my teammates probably won't be able to fill in if I join them outside." He added jokingly. Garnet was a wise man, he had to give him that.That was one of the reasons he didn't like staying around far too long with the agent.

"I'm sure he does but while Stark isn't exactly someone you want to deal with the more information the better in this case" he said, hoping he didn't get tasked with taking HYDRA down anytime soon because while he was up for undercover missions, he didn't want to face the horrors of the Hydra experimentation until his mind was a bit less unbalanced. Through it really did surprise him that trained spies couldn't figure out what was going on with him unless they were deliberately ignoring it. " Ah, went badly did it? Well as I said field work isn't for everyone. You just have different strengths" he said wondering if anyone from his team was here yet. "That's true especially if your left to man the comm's. Field agents are good but they can't watch everything." he said.

((lol sorry this was so short))

Quinn didn't like the prospect of having Stark hacking into their network, so he noted to relay the message to the others. He just nodded when Garnet said that, and proceeded to listen. The training went bad indeed, just like how he planned. Quinn looked at his wristwatch, before turning his attention back to his coffee and the agent in front of him. Work-related chit-chat wasn't really his thing, but he did have a reputation to uphold. "Totally went downhill, but it's okay since I fit in with what I'm doing now." He said with a smile, gladly too. "Happy enough with my job. And, speaking of my job" He paused, flashing an embarrassed smile. "I gotta go, sir. Break time's almost over. Need to help with the tech things." He said before blinking both his eyes- his signature wink as Quinn the agent, and leaving with a small 'excuse me' and a bit on the rush.

((It's okay, my post before was short))
"I'm glad but my offer's still open if you change your mind. " he replied thinking of his team- Racheal, Nessa, Julian and his initiate, all highly skilled but it mainly left him working on his own when he was out in the field with no-one to watch his back because he was busy watching both his own back and his initiates. He was just glad his initiate was skilled and could mainly take care of himself. "Of course. You get going and if your team leader is annoyed about you being late, tell them it was my fault," he said waving the other agent away and walking down the corridor to his office, hoping his team wads there so they could get started with their mission and hopefully it would be a quick one. He could really use a few days off to recuperate and maybe a couple of sessions with his therapist to check his recovery, through he wasn't 100% percent sure PTSD could go away through he hoped it did as he didn't want to live in constant fear of black outs.

Yet another day in SHIELD, thought Alex as he walked into the headquarters. It was unusually quiet and a frown tugged at his lips. He checked his watch, 6:00. He knew it was early but when else could he get in practice when his team were always going outside into the field, solving complicated cases? A silent sigh escaped his lips and he rubbed his face in his hands, maybe he woke up for nothing? He was still tired, he could easily go back to bed... I already checked in though, the initiate reminded himself, his frown turned into a scowl. Coffee, strong coffee, that would help. A boost of caffeine never hurt anyone, unlesa they got addocted to it, that is.

A well dressed man walked into SHIELD Headquaters. His dark hair was slick back and he wore a suit and tie. He was obviously a higher clearance level with the way he held himself. Heck, he looked more like a HYDRA agent then he did a SHIELD agent. Though there wasn't much he could help with that. He knew it was pretty early to be walking into headquarters especially with his daughter being as young as she is. Though he had his responsibilities that he was planning on keeping. As he walked in and scanned the area, he spotted a familiar face. He was definitely an intiate, maybe from one of the teams. As Agent Fallon thought about it he shrugged.

Alex puffed out his cheeks. This was going to be a long day, he thought as he made his way to the coffee machine to get himself one. As he waited, he spotted a tall, intimidating man walking through the door. His eyes widened. He didn't recognize this man! But, what could he do? He couldn't speak, so the only thing left to do was stare at the man with uncertainty as he reached for his baton, that, at a switch of a button turned into a thivk metal pole.

As Alasdair walked in with certainty and confidence in each stride, he knew what Alex was planning, but he didn't move to stop him, nor did he confront him. Then he recognized the boy he was on Garnet's team, the new kid. He had read over his file and was the one to help him get placed on a team. Agent Fallon knew what had happened to his mother and like most of the agents who had read his file, felt pity on the boy. Though if Alex was going to try and do something, Alasdair wasn't going to just roll over and let him do it.

Alex's eyes narrowed. Who did this bastard think he was? Coming in so casually as if he owned the place? He took out his baton and clicked the button in the middle and started walking towards the man; ever step he took the baton elongated. He couldn't help notice that the man looked strangely familiar, maybe he saw him in one of the photos Garnet had put up on the board! He tried to remember what his tutor had taught him upon first encountering an enemy.... He raised the pole and gently as he could poked the man in the back.

Although not showing it, Agent Fallon knew exactly how close Alex was, no matter how quiet he was being. The pole didn't touch the agent as he side stepped and turned with a raise eyebrow and an amused smirk was set on his lips. "I'm afraid that pole isnt going to do much, Alexander McKenzie." Although never having a formal conversation with the young intiate, Alasdair still knew his file. Not that that would hold much purpose if Alex wouldn't be able to respond.

Alex frowned and straightened, yet refused to let his guard down. Who was he? He looked so familiar... But why? It was eating at his brain and he hated that he couldn't remember it! His eyes widened for a moment, so the man knew his name how nice. After a moment he regained his composure and gripped his pole tighter before cocking his head to the side questioningly. He quickly scanned the office, trying to see if there was any sign of the man on one of the white boards or computer screens.

"We haven't formally met, I'm agent Fallon. I was apart of the team that was sent to your home after the incident. I was glad to hear that you had reached out to SHIELD." He said as he noticed his gaze. "I'm afraid you won't find me on those screens." He said with a chuckle. He didn't blame Alex for being wary, he did look quite dangerous. Almost evil, though Alasdair couldn't change that.

Alex's eyes widened and he quickly disabled his weapon. He felt slightly ashamed of nearly attacking him. He bowed his head in apology. At the mention of the "incident" made him clench his jaw and eyes tightly. The emotion of seeing his mother dead, seeing all that blood... It was still raw, and still fresh in his mind. No one could ever forget that.

((sorry for the shortness ><))

((It's ok I'm on my phone so I understand completely))

Alasdair smiled gently. "Hey now don't worry about kid. Trust me you aren't the first first person to do that." He said gently then sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He felt bad as he say the look on his face. He didn't mean to bring up old memories, but that was something he would have to learn to deal with. Alasdair knew exactly how felt because e felt the same everytime he looked at his daughter. She looked just like his late wife and her older sister.

((okay! thank you!))

Alex nodded and took a deep breath, then he raised his gaze and caught the expression of The Titan's face. If he had been able to speak he would have asked if anything was wrong. This was uncommon to see such a high level agent look so... broken. His mother had taught him that sometimes, a person needed some comfort. But this was a man, a man with a lot of respect. But, he looked so sad, so alone it physically hurt Alex to see people like this. It was one of his weaknesses, he was empathetic. It's because of that weakness that he had got up and wrapped the, taller agent in a hug, albeit and awkward one but if it made him feel better then it would be worth it, right?

((Awkward, ah I love my little Alex so much XD))

Alasdair was about to put his stone hard mask on again though had the intiate give him a hug. He couldn't his his shock before sighed. "Come on kid not here." He simply said and pulled away. He shook his head before his emotions were sealed away and all traces of sadness had disappeared immediately. All he had left was SHIELD and his daughter sometimes it did get lonely. The only solace he took was keeping his last daughter alive and safe. That was all that mattered nothing else even came close. Although being called the Titan, he was only that man when on mission.

((He's adorable. ))

Alex pulled away and gave the man half a shrug and one of his famous cheeky smiles. Although it soon disappeared when he realized what he had just done. Oh God, no, no, no, no! I just hugged him! Hugged him like, what? His thoughts were panicked but Agent Fallon remained calm, and unaffected, it made him stop and stare at the agent in awe. That is before he shook himself out of his daze and went to the coffee machine, then stared at the agent, then at the machine, then at the agent again.

Alasdair gazed at the panicked intiate and chuckled. "Don't worry so much it gives you wrinkles." He teased him before glancing at the coffee machine and back at Alex. He followed the intiate with the intent of getting a cup of coffee as well. He hadn't gotten a chance to get any before he left work. He waited for the intiate to finish getting his before pulling out his own cash. He was much more mellow then what most people realized.

Alex smiled and moved away from the machine and sat down in one of the office chairs. It was comfy enough but now that he had a cup of hot, fresh, sweet coffee, it was almost as if he were in paradise. If he could, he would have started a conversation, but alas he could not.

((sorry for the shortness, i am a blank slate at the moment >.<))

Alasdair got his heaven in a cup and breathed it's delightful scent happily. He took a sip and moaned as the caffeine slid into him, helping him wake up. He then went and also sat down and pulled out his laptop. He had to sat filing reports and all that fun stuff before he and his team were to go out on mission, hopefully today it would be something simple and painless, Alasdair wasn't in the mood for anything too difficult.