There was several irritations about being being transported back almost three years. Losing all his work on World of Warcraft. Not being a multi multi millionaire. Not having the team together. Oh that one he kept to himself. Having Eliot around made things easier though Hardison would never ever admit that.
So, it was time to rebuild the Leverage team, even if it was just the two of them. And part of being con men and thieves was identity theft. And who better to steal identities from than the dead? But first, Hardison wanted to get a good look at the nearest morgue and their computer system.
So he dressed in his smartest suit and plastered on a charming smile as he entered the large building, flashing the ID that said he worked for the Department of Justice.
"Alec Hardison Ma'am, recently tranfered to the good city of Los Angeles," he called out to the brunette closing a drawer door. "Just thought I'd get to know the place a bit."