HAROLD FINCH ( @fatherofmachineââ )Â said " It's too early in the morning to kick the door in, Â don't you think ?"
     The faint disapproval in Finchâs voice made Shaw grin, even though he couldnât see her face (though he would probably be able to hear it in her voice). While a part of her found the admonishment irritating, she knew it was just who Harold was, and it was something she respected about him. âCome on, Harold. Theyâre meth heads. Doesnât matter what time of day it is, itâs always too early for them.â
As soon as she was finished speaking, there was an explosion of sound as she burst through the door, the flimsy lock snapping under the force of her kick. As expected, the apartment was disgusting, with trash and drug debris scattered all over the place. There were two people passed out on a stained mattress in the corner, and only one of them stirred as Shaw came crashing into the room, though he didnât seem aware enough to realize that she definitely wasnât supposed to be there because he flopped over and immediately began to snore again.
With a roll of her eyes, Shaw ignored them and began searching through the apartment for any mention of their number. âTurns out our number owes some very bad people a lot of money,â she murmured into her earpiece. âJudging by the state of this place, I donât even know if Iâd count this as a risk. I think thereâs something weâre missing.â















