#codename: hook

If there is one thing Agent Marshall is known for, it is his ability to make it seem like he belongs where he doesn’t. It is a skill he masters time-in-time again, beginning when conning ruled his life. Donning a fine suit, and his head held high in confidence Marshall blends in with the business crowed that loiters in the lobby. It is when the crowd begins to thin that the scars on his hands, and the cockiness in his stride that becomes more evident. 

His head lowers out of habit, hiding his features from the camera at each corner -- while he knows Agent Ruth has been left in charge of assuring that the camera feeds do not display his presence, he doesn’t trust her. Ruth has always caused too much trouble for his liking. Passing a housekeepers cart, his eyes linger on the two woman who work around it. Charming, he gives a petite blonde a wink before continuing down the hall where he slips into the empty room awaiting him. If only infiltrating the other rooms could be as simple, now he wait and hope that Monroe can get him the key card.