He had a feeling that this would be a relatively uneventful stop on yet another worthless trip out, and figured that, if nothing else, he might be able to read up a little more on the paranormal, or if he was really lucky, get to see something while he was biding his time in Federal Hall.
Guillien knew what kind of a timeline he had to do this, what amount of time between assignment and delivery was considered 'reasonable' before it crossed a line into downright disrespect and might wind up with him getting the living daylights knocked out of him. Guillien had never been the kind of person to fight with authority; he had been a well behaved kid and had never been arrested, given a warning or a ticket and had never been late for school a day in his life, so it had nothing to do with some ongoing sense of delinquency that he despised the people that liked to assign things for them. He just knew something bad was happening, and he couldn't really figure out what they were planning.
It had been giving him headaches for a while now, and he wasn't even sure who he could talk to about this; there was no telling who reported back to them faithfully, who felt like he did and who didn't seem to care. He had spoken with an Evan, a George and and Eloise about this and they seemed to be at least as questioning or as angry as he was, but there was also that ostie de tabernak who had picked a fight with him who seemed content enough to do as she was told where Guillien wasn't quite as comfortable following along with rose-colored glasses once he had seen what they were doing.
So Guillien had lost the battle against getting out his book on the paranormal just as someone walked up to him.
"No. Just stopping by to kill some time. I supposed to be getting something for somebody, but I figured I have all day tomorrow to actually care about that." The guy seemed to have an accent of his own, so Guillien hoped that he wouldn't be fawning over the Canadian one he had like so many others usually did.