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FIRST-TIME INTERACTION.      @chieftanner  !

     ALL OF A SUDDEN, THE FAMILIAR FAINT WHOOSHING SOUND CEASES. Somewhat eerie silence fills the lift, now apparently immobile for reasons unknown to its inhabitants. Morse’s eyes flicker to the numbered buttons, above which a small screen announces they should’ve arrived on the fifth floor mere seconds ago. He doesn’t suffer from claustrophobia, but the idea of hanging motionless in an elevator shaft that is several floors deep certainly sounds UNNERVING. A hand travels to the alarm button, hovering for some while before pressing it ;    but no sound follows, not even a faint ringing. Before he can try again, the main elevator light flickers and fades into nothing,  the only remaining illumination being tiny spare lights in each corner. The agent takes a deep breathe to steady growing nerves, mentally reminding himself of his training as he turns to Tanner, his eyebrows knitting together in puzzlement.

It was a question James usually tried to avoid asking himself, but this time it made him chuckle lightly. Anything to cut the tension of the rather disastrous meeting he’d just had with M.

“Well I don’t know about you, but apparently with me it has something to do with blown up buildings and pissed off ambassadors.”