Pete Wisdom was way ahead of Jamie's rantings, or at least so he liked to think. At some point, he'd had Network rig him up with a gigantic flat screen over his desk that divided into smaller screens, allowing him to view live or record and play back all the news available that scanned as possibly relevant according to the search parameters of the day. Radio transmissions merely showed a moving readout of the sound waveform in lieu of nonexistent video footage. He had indeed come to the same conclusion Jamie had, and hearing the same news report as the other had just now confirmed his suspicions. Even as they spoke or; in this case; yelled, Excalibur was monitoring a slow trickle of increasing assets migration from the main known MLF cells all leading towards the same general area in New York City. Once they were able to analyze their movements, they should be able to triangulate the location or locations of their base of operations. So far, they'd been able to track two addresses that seemed to serve as safe houses and drop off points, but there was an area around the docks that had just started getting traffic.
When he first heard his name being called, Pete had a moment of thinking he was hearing things. But then the voice got louder, and he could hear the uncoordinated thumping of feet coming down the hall even before Jamie was banging at his door. Pete clucked his tongue loudly and let out an exasperated sigh even as he moved towards it.
"It's open, you bloody idiot!" he called out, but Jamie was already inside his room and ranting. It was a little shocking, if Pete were to be honest. After several weeks of gruff yet witty banter and a multitude of wicked little digs at one another, Jamie had become someone who Wisdom thought he could one day call a friend. Sure, he had been indoctrinated to avoid fraternization or getting too close to his operatives. That was standard procedure everywhere in his line of work. But, at the end of the day, you ended up in situations where your operatives were the only thing that stood between one and failure or death. It was inevitable that friendships would form. Besides, Wisdom was never one for rules. Not the ones he called the stupid ones, in any case. Hell, in the last few meetings he and Jamie had even been mock flirting, calling each other things like stud for a laugh.
That man was nowhere to be seen now, however. The Jamie standing before him was a rambling, drunk, hot mess. Wisdom walked up to him, setting his jaw stubbornly and scowling at Jamie. He grabbed him hard by his lapels and literally shook him, getting in Jamie's face. "Get yourself together, man!" he yelled, his ubiquitous cigarette dangling precariously from his bottom lip.
The thing was, and partly the reason why it made him so angry, that he could almost see himself in Jamie right now. Surely, he didn't run down the halls screaming like a crazy person, but he was drinking a lot, being more promiscuous than usual, just like Jamie had just accused him of doing, and being less than he could be. It was a hard realization, and it reminded him of a sense niggling in the back of his head about the necessity to make some hard decisions and get his act together. Good intentions weren't going to get the Haven through this unholy mess.
He forcefully calmed himself down and lowered his voice, hopefully having gotten Jamie's attention. He smoothed down the man's shirt, only slightly more rumpled than his own, and said, "Listen, mate. I know this situation is bollocks, but we're close to a breakthrough. Now... you need to hold it together, do you understand me, mate? I need you," he said baldly. The team was small enough as it was, and one of the team members was suspended on probation. Jamie's state of mind was a concern he could have done without.