He had expected a quiet assignment when he was sent stateside to help out with their training program. Just train the new kids, get them up to speed on the relationship between their respective agencies. It wasn't supposed to be anything exciting or dangerous. Just quiet in the desert. So when the explosions rocked the desert and the news rolled in about what had happened, Jules found himself wanting nothing more than the peace he had been promised. It was not to be, it seemed.
It was another hour after he had spoken to Bo that Jules finally hit the road. It was a circuitous route to hopefully discourage anyone who might be tailing him, and when he finally hit the desert and couldn't see a set of headlights behind him, he felt a little more relaxed. Well, as relaxed as anyone in this position could get. Something was going on, something that he hadn't been made aware of upon accepting the position, and he wasn't happy.
But at least the safe house wasn't ramshackle and worn down. Jules could at least appreciate that as he took a seat in the conference room, cane hooked over the edge of the table. He didn't say anything, prone more to quiet unless a question was asked of him, instead observing the others as they filtered in, safe if not sound.