Back in Business

[Swift]

Agent Harrison arrived in the office 5 minutes before he's expected looking like he just got off the bus. If Geo is the dead end of the DHS, it seems like no one bothered to tell him. His suit is perfectly pressed, his ID badge is obviously displayed, and his smile is enough to make Kindergarten teacher sick. After stopping at the front desk to say good morning to the receptionist, he sets his brief case on his desk and pops it open. From one side of the bag he removes a DHS official logo coffee mug and heads to the break room to pull himself a cup - black, half a sugar, no cream.

Then, steaming mug in hand, he strides back to his desk and flips on the computer. He raises the mug in a toast to his new partner and takes a sip. Trying vainly to mask a grimace at the taste he smiles and cheerily greets Agent Girardi. "Good morning!" His cheer is dampened slightly by the bitterness of his coffee.

[Vassagon]

Jaeger in the meantime liked to have a smoke for breakfast and was never much of a runner due to the fact. He took in a smooth draw to wake his body up with nicotine. As such he came into their Department headquarters smelling like burnt tobacco. He's the last to enter the facility among the three agents and heads straight to the break room's coffee machine instead of his desk. While he loved certain aspects of his work he needed a bit of chemical encouragement in the mornings. With his own mug in hand he sits down at his station before standing back up again, remembering to remove his coat and sling it over the back of the chair. If he does happen to lock eyes with his coworkers he gives a short and half-hearted smile, meant more as a courtesy than a sign of actual mirth.

He sifts through the files on his desk, reminding himself what was there when he left the night before.

[Vassagon]

It was as Jaeger noticed the memo when he overheard his coworkers discussing the contents of it. A meeting for all of us? Might be a big case. He hadn't worked with anyone else since Derevko, so long as you didn't count Sam. Or maybe it was an evaluation or something. Either way there was only one way to find out and that was to get his ass up off the chair. Pity too, since he hadn't even been sitting for long.

He took a moment to sip at his coffee again, warming himself up before leaving the mug behind. He'd just pitch the rest when he got back. The agent trudged down the length of the office to the elevator and pushed the button to summon it. He was sure the others would be right behind him.

[Swift]

Tom nods, picking up his own memo and reviewing it. He takes a sip of his coffee and replies, "Best not keep him waiting." He tucks his briefcase into his bottom desk drawer after pulling out a notepad and a pen. Then he makes his way to go check in, knocking on the door and waiting for a response.

[Vassagon]

Lynx let Tom open the door since he was the first to knock. Glancing in he saw the three chairs. Three, eh? Guess it was just them then. The agent walked after, moving before the center chair but remaining standing until he was given permission to sit. "You wanted to see us, sir?" asked Lynx with a casual tone. The question was rhetorical of course, and of course Johnson would take it as such. It was better than 'why did you want to see us?' which was presumptive.