Sight
Bishop was worried. The phone call could have been considered a fallout from his past actions and that was something, which he did not like. Even more so, it also meant, something had survived the harrowing of the scelesti lodge from Portland and that was even more troubling. He dearly wished, that he could get in touch with Piper, but that lifeline was well and truly dead.
Bishop had been an asset. A tool. Piper had made that abundantly clear, when he had been recruited. So now Bishop sat at his desk for the whole morning and had a lot of time to worry, what exactly this man named Fears had found. The fact, that he had only referred to the newspaper articles and their subsequent cover stories probably meant, that he had only scratched the surface. Or he was some kind of operative and this was a set-up.
Too many variables. Too many questions.
When it was time, Bishop informed the desk at the front door, that he was awaiting someone and reserved a small conference room, where he waited.
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