Alex opens the door to the office slightly, hood pulled to the edge of his hair where the bangs met his face, stepping inside as quietly as possible and closing the door behind him. Green eyes remain on the floor as the door clicks quietly, and he looks to the papers on the desk, holding the cup of tea Cliff had been sure to give him in a lightly shaking grip. He nods his hello, remaining stoically silent toward his boss.
The Forger, at last. Silva looks up from the pile of papers on the desk, his laptop left running on standby in the corner on the mahogany surface. Several programmes continue to tear apart french security systems, following the rogue agent as he moves across the country. Silva takes the pen held between his lips, laying it down on the desk.
“Alex. I’ve been expecting you.” Noticing the cup in the boy’s hands, he nods. The Secretary always did make the best brew. The caffeine will help the Forger focus.
“Now, there is a mission long overdue to send you on. En France… tu parles la langue courrament, donc je ne prévois aucun problème.”
Silva nods, lips curving in a slight smile. He remembers.
“Miss Walters will be accompanying you. I’m hoping the mission will be quite the educative experience. For you in particular.”
