[ davor is about as quiet as a mouse with lead weights attached to its scrabbling little claws, and his similarly mousey squeak doesn't exactly lend itself to his no doubt highly refined stealth tactics. nate's gotten used to the fact that he literally cannot go anywhere without running into one of boston's post-grads, interns (wasn't there just the one?) or dr. benton himself, so this particular run-in is about as underwhelming as it usually gets.
(that it's davor is just the icing on the cake. nate's sure the kid has about fifty billion better things to do than interact with the government agent assigned to "protect" the harvard lab and its related R&D projects, and yet... here they are. again.)
he turns and holds up his cell phone, the backlit screen facing davor. it blinks off after a second. ]
Reception.
[ that's only half-true; in reality, he'd been sending off a daily progress report to his superiors in langley, as per his contract. luckily, his superiors in langley are basically tantamount to langley, the order member responsible for recruiting him in the first place. in any case, it all gets back to boston, and more importantly, DC, but nate would rather send off texts in dark corner where his phone can't be appropriated than out in the open where inevitably some bored employee will point fingers. much like he's expecting davor to do, actually.
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(that it's davor is just the icing on the cake. nate's sure the kid has about fifty billion better things to do than interact with the government agent assigned to "protect" the harvard lab and its related R&D projects, and yet... here they are. again.)
he turns and holds up his cell phone, the backlit screen facing davor. it blinks off after a second. ]
Reception.
[ that's only half-true; in reality, he'd been sending off a daily progress report to his superiors in langley, as per his contract. luckily, his superiors in langley are basically tantamount to langley, the order member responsible for recruiting him in the first place. in any case, it all gets back to boston, and more importantly, DC, but nate would rather send off texts in dark corner where his phone can't be appropriated than out in the open where inevitably some bored employee will point fingers. much like he's expecting davor to do, actually.
that, and hit on him. ]
Don't worry. I didn't touch anything.