Who: Riley Kingston & Phineas Chen What: Breaking, entering, meeting your reincarnate’s soulmate, typical Friday night Where: The Agency, London (more specifically Phin’s office) When: Forward dated to late Friday night, February 14, 2020 Warnings: TBD but probably nothing major
It wasn't the first time she'd broken into an Agency building for Veritas, but it was the first time she'd broken into the Agency building. Some small field office in between bigger cities? No problem. The London Agency was kind of a whole different animal, but Riley was more than up to the challenge. Could be fun! Or at least, that was her response when Morgan had first asked her to go on this mission and received a look of dubious amusement in return.
She got that a lot.
It'd been almost two years since she'd joined Cory and Morgan's underground movement, but she'd known them for a little longer than that. After what had happened to Morgan, what had happened to the twins... Riley had only just started to get to know them, but thinking about it still made her angry down to her bones. Enough that it scared her a little, having never previously thought of herself as a particularly angry person. Going into that facility to rescue Morgan that night had changed her a little; she was still the same cheerful, mischievous Riley who always did everything too big, only now all of that energy and intent had an actual direction. If she was going to be getting into trouble, might as well do it for a cause worth getting into trouble for.
Of course, if she could get through tonight without landing herself behind bars, that would also be great. Modern prisons were probably a lot more difficult to escape from then the sheriff's dungeons. Or so she was told.
Thanks to Cory's mad computer skills, at least getting in wasn't as much of a headache as it could have been. Actually, it'd been pretty easy, but then again Riley wasn't the one who had to do all that hacking. She wondered just how good the Agency's security system really was if they were able to by-pass it so quickly, or maybe Cory was just that much of a bad ass with a keyboard. Either way, once she heard through the small piece in her ear that the coast was clear, Riley was slipping through a side entrance into the dark hallways of the London Agency.
Adrenaline pumped hard through her small frame, adjusting the dark grey hoodie over her head as she made her way slowly through the maze, following the directions from the blueprints Cory had managed to get to the inside of the building. She'd been assured that all of the cameras would be out of commission for at least thirty minutes, but Riley wasn't taking any chances, so she trained her face steadily towards the ground as she picked her way forward. She hadn't come alone, but everyone had their own job. This was hers.
She eventually stopped outside of the door in question and after a moment's pause, put her ear delicately to its exterior. Not that she expected to hear much, but when she was satisfied with the lack of anything, she knelt down with a bobby pin between her teeth and worked the knob open. Some people might call her crazy for breaking into the Director of the Agency's office, and maybe she was, but he was the newly appointed director (so says the e-mail Veritas had managed to get a hold of the day before) and there was no better time to get some good, old fashioned intel then during a regime change when people were at their most disorganized.
Riley opened the door a crack and then froze, waiting for any sign that she had been heard but when nothing happened, she pushed the door open wide enough for her to slip inside. Switching on a small flashlight from the pocket of her hoodie, she swept the soft beam of light around the pitch black room as she turned in a slow circle, in search of anything that might look like a file cabinet or somewhere that important documents would be kept. However, when her light caught on a familiar looking mask hanging from the inside of the door she'd just turned towards, Riley forgot all about not being heard with a sharp intake of breath. "What the f-"