Agent Felix Blake

“So she was topless. You have to admit that waitress brought use some damn good steak.”

“You can’t eat steak and admire a beautiful woman, Sterling?”

“Committed relationship!” Sterling insisted, moving his hands away from his face to stress it once more. “There is no looking on my part. And there will not be.”

He gives the younger agent a Look. “You think she won’t be looking? Really? Everyone looks, Sterling. Everyone.”

“So she was topless. You have to admit that waitress brought use some damn good steak.”

“You can’t eat steak and admire a beautiful woman, Sterling?”

*glances suspiciously sideways at Blake and watches him closely*

Talk to your girlfriend here, Sterling, before I have to resort to drastic measures.

Blake continues to browse through the file folder, eyes scanning the pages. “Mmmhmm….. There’s a new steak joint that opened up about a half a mile from here. I’ve heard good things,” he closes the file, and tucks it under his arm, looking at Sterling next. “I’ll be going there tonight. Care to come along?” An eyebrow lifts as he asks the question.

Blake lifts his hand to look at his watch. “Better make it eight. I have a feeling my last meeting will run long.” A huff mixed with a sigh. “The jackass leading it is longwinded and a pain in the ass.” “Well then. I’ll meet you there a little after eight, I’ll forward along the address.” A little nod at him. “Take care, Erikson.” And he moves off down the hallway.

[Casually pats Sterling on the back as he takes the file folder from him] Thanks, Agent Sterling. Good work. [opens it and begins reading]

Sterling’s first feeling was mild panic that Blake might have been being sarcastic and he froze a moment waiting for some sort of snark or insult… but when nothing came he looked up, brows furrowed with one raised. “You’re.. welcome, sir. And thank you.”

Blake continues to browse through the file folder, eyes scanning the pages. “Mmmhmm..... There’s a new steak joint that opened up about a half a mile from here. I’ve heard good things,” he closes the file, and tucks it under his arm, looking at Sterling next. “I’ll be going there tonight. Care to come along?” An eyebrow lifts as he asks the question.

[incredulous look and silently mouths “favorite lullaby”?] I …. i don’t even know what that means. You’re lucky I’m not filming this to blackmail you with. 

[Just grins back then shakes head]  Nope, no cameras, it’s in The Reverend Protocols, Right after whisk off to a secure location… are you whisking right now? 

You love my singing.  I am your favorite lullaby 

[incredulous look and silently mouths “favorite lullaby”?] I .... i don’t even know what that means. You’re lucky I’m not filming this to blackmail you with.

Jesus, who drugged Sitwell?

don’t be jelly 

Well, I don’t know about that. I’m just winging this. *He kept applying pressure to the wound. He didn’t know shit about medical but he remembered pressure was good… It was hazy, but he remembered someone applying pressure…* What happened anyway?