@intelbroker |‣ PLOTTED STARTER
Mr. Pierce had whisked John away to Russia ( to ENSURE Pierce’s safety, given that someone had tried to kill him TWICE now ) & Harold remained behind, their comms OPEN as they always were now. He’d turned from them as they too disappeared from the corner where they’d all stood, outside of the library.
Before Harold could get FAR, however .... someone had slipped something into his jacket pocket ( a person he didn’t recognize, a BRIEF apology via their “ accidental ” collision ). It took him only a second or two to realize & once he did, Harold TURNED, searching for the culprit, but—–whoever it had been, they were GONE. The RED envelope was clutched between his fingers & curiosity enticed him into OPENING it. Written in crimson ink, it read,
❝ Raymond Reddington, number ONE on
the FBI’s most wanted list. ❞
It was a subtle hint, but Harold LATCHED onto it immediately. John’s voice sounded within his ear, his tone WAVERING slightly with a tinge of worry.
❛ He’s like WO FAT. If he wanted to kill you,
he’d have done it already. So there’s something
he WANTS ... ❜
A brief PAUSE followed & Harold could almost feel the emotion hidden within it.
❛ ... Be careful, Finch. ❜
The location was EASY to find & as he entered, Harold was ENCHANTED, thin lips parting whilst he took in the scenery. The dim lighting was carefully complimented by the spheres of light that hung delicately from the ceiling above. It HIGHLIGHTED half of the tables whose tops were a creamy white & for the ones that were a dark, mahogany brown, the white plates, wine glasses & silverware provided a subtle glint in the darkness. Mr. Reddington, at the VERY LEAST, had excellent taste.
Once a waiter SPOTTED him, the young man approached to guide him to the table where he’d apparently been appointed, moving SLOWER once he noticed the limp. Harold didn’t need to be LEAD for long, however, for he recognized Raymond the moment their eyes met. Whilst providing a quiet thank you to the waiter as he retreated, Harold STIFFLY took his seat—–blue eyes were sharp & dark brows TENSED as he regarded the man across from him.
❝ Mr. Reddington—–I suppose you’ve
invited me here for a REASON ? ❞