Clint's brow furrowed and he looked upwards again. "I'll send a message up for someone to go check it out. Just in case."
Clint headed across the room towards a panel on the wall, he typed in a code and intercom. The screen glowed to life and he chatted across with the line with the lead agent of the compound.
He grabbed a couple bottles of rootbeer, holding one aloft and called across to Kirk. "They're gonna have a look around. Care to wet the whistle?"
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Date: 2014-02-09 04:27 pm (UTC)Clint headed across the room towards a panel on the wall, he typed in a code and intercom. The screen glowed to life and he chatted across with the line with the lead agent of the compound.
He grabbed a couple bottles of rootbeer, holding one aloft and called across to Kirk. "They're gonna have a look around. Care to wet the whistle?"