leverage / nysm } { the horseman job
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self_inflictedexhile"Uh, Sophie? We might have a problem."
"A good problem or a bad problem?"
Sophie is perched on one of the desks outside the office. Nate was inside, working the mark, while she was pretending to do some PR work. She's also supposed to be running interference on anyone trying to disrupt the meeting. Parker is in the ducts, as per usual, Eliot on the grounds, and Hardison in the van. So far, this whole job has been routine. Almost boring.
She's grateful for the distraction.
There's a pause before Parker responds. "Not sure. I thought I saw a friend, but last I heard he was supposed to be dead."
"You had friends before us?" Hardison teases.
"I do have an actual problem, if anyone's interested," Eliot snarks. "We got FBI snooping around the front door."
"Yep, I got him." Hardison frowns. "Sending a shot to your phone Sophie."
Ah, yes, that would be a real problem, indeed. She waits for the picture from the security cameras to arrive and she takes a glance. "That is certainly an FBI suit. Parker, follow your ghost. Keep us in the loop if there's any trouble. I will deal with our FBI friend." Adjusting her jacket, she leaves her desk to make her way down to the door.
Tipping her head to the side, she shifts into her current persona, taking her voice up, making it a little more nasal, and bumping oh so gently into the agent's shoulder as she comes out the front door.
"Oh, no. I'm so sorry. I didn't even see you there."
"A good problem or a bad problem?"
Sophie is perched on one of the desks outside the office. Nate was inside, working the mark, while she was pretending to do some PR work. She's also supposed to be running interference on anyone trying to disrupt the meeting. Parker is in the ducts, as per usual, Eliot on the grounds, and Hardison in the van. So far, this whole job has been routine. Almost boring.
She's grateful for the distraction.
There's a pause before Parker responds. "Not sure. I thought I saw a friend, but last I heard he was supposed to be dead."
"You had friends before us?" Hardison teases.
"I do have an actual problem, if anyone's interested," Eliot snarks. "We got FBI snooping around the front door."
"Yep, I got him." Hardison frowns. "Sending a shot to your phone Sophie."
Ah, yes, that would be a real problem, indeed. She waits for the picture from the security cameras to arrive and she takes a glance. "That is certainly an FBI suit. Parker, follow your ghost. Keep us in the loop if there's any trouble. I will deal with our FBI friend." Adjusting her jacket, she leaves her desk to make her way down to the door.
Tipping her head to the side, she shifts into her current persona, taking her voice up, making it a little more nasal, and bumping oh so gently into the agent's shoulder as she comes out the front door.
"Oh, no. I'm so sorry. I didn't even see you there."
