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Morrigan MacIntyre	The protest is still going. One thing you have to sort of admire is the tenacity that some people have. Imagine if they put this sort of energy towards an ACTUAL problem. Volunteered this time at a homeless shelter or a soup kitchen? Just imagine. But no, people are here with signs telling students that they are freaks and that they need to go back to where they came from. The mouthy counterparts have started to come out as well, shouting at students and faculty as they are guided into the school. When the group arrived this morning though they were greeted with Happy Harbor High Schools army of skeletons from Halloween. The six foot skeletons are being loomed over by Napoleon Bone-Apart. All are holding signs that give information on charities, hashtags on what programs are available at surrounding youth centers. The tallest skeleton is holding a sign that says 'You have all this time and you're here?'. Yes. It was a jab at the protest. But also Morrigan was just waiting for an excuse to bring the Halloween decor out early. The woman herself has a chair seated off to the side of the skeleton army (which is amusing given she's a death Godling) and she's just waiting for someone to do something dumb.
Xiomara Rojas	Since the protest started, Xiomara has not slept. She didn't require sleep, so the fact that she hadn't wasn't a health threat, but even if she did she likely wouldn't have been able to. Sure, there were adults to wander the halls and grounds at night, but she wasn't one of the teenagers any more. She was twenty years old and felt an obligation to protect the only place she'd ever felt was a home, and the people who dwelled there were her family. It was getting to be too much. These people with their hatred, spreading it all over the kids who just wanted to come here and get an education, to belong some place in a world that hated them. Crush had lived it her entire life, and seeing it bleed over onto the school... well, the Czarnian was having troubles keeping her temper. Thus far she had in fact not lost it, but day by day it was getting more difficult. At the arrival of the protestors for another day, she was out side on the front lawn with Ms. MacIntyre, readying to escort kids or knock heads together, which ever was required. "This is getting insane Ms. M," she muttered quietly, pacing a little behind the chair the woman sat in. "Why does the city allow this to go on?"
Richard Stadler	Stadler had to admire the spooky 'counter protest' on the grounds in front of the flesh and blood protestors themselves. Civil affairs was always a difficult subject to master, and winning hearts and minds while not being walked over required a delicate balance, after all. It certainly wasn't as... efficent as the easy way, however. Stadler had a rare free period, and it should have been speant in the teacher's lounge planning an upcoming lesson (fetal pig day drew ever closer and logistics were harder than he had thought). But instead, he was here, standing with Morrigan, a metal container of coffee in his hand as he peered owlishly at the protestors in front of them. Crush's statement does get overheard. "Freedom of speech, primarily. One of those bads we have to take with the good, as it were. Six goddamn days, though. You'd think they'd have work or something. Honestly. Kids have to walk by this stuff when going to class." He says, mirroring Crush's thoughts. Another sigh, as he pushes his glasses back up onto his nose a bit. "Things like this make me really want a cigerette."
Colette O'Connail	"Just as Mister Stadler says: freedom of speech, Crush." Colette's voice rings with a cynicism that belies the words she's saying as she approaches from behind to join the group inspecting the protestors. "Freedom of speech includes the freedom to protest, as long as the protest is done in a lawful fashion. Those freedoms necessarily have to extend to people you disagree with, or there isn't true freedom of speech."     "It's the American way. No matter how stupid and worthless your opinions, you're still allowed to voice them." Ah, there's the cynicism her tone of voice had been hinting at all along.     Colette eyes the skeletal counter-protest for a few moments before turning an arched eyebrow in Mo's direction. "I'm put in mind of the phrase 'Christmas has come early', Doctor MacIntyre. Though in your case clearly you prefer Halloween."
Michael Hannigan	It's been established several times that Mike is not a teacher. And with a project going on that can affect a lot of people's jobs for the next few months, the musician's presence at the school has not been a 24-7 type thing. But he had been staying close, opting to stay at the Happy Harbor Studio retreat even when he wasn't booked for anything there. And now he had an opening in his schedule. A purplish black raven flies in, perching upon one of the skeletons, giving the protestors a glare. These are some HIGH end Halloween decorations.
Phil Coulson	As the black unmarked SUV drives up outside the group, and three men in suits and sun-glasses come out, followed by Phil who is putting his on as he leaves the car. He whispers something to one, and the agent moves to the crowd as Phil moves over to talk to an officer. The protest was still going, and had not 'fixed' it self as they had hopped. So they send the agent undercover into the school as a student, and now Phil as a 'concerned father' though it was nice to get a on the ground feeling. Walking up to the officers Phil shows his own badge, and nods to them. "Gentleman.. This has been going on for a while now do you want to fill me in on what this is about?" Watching them carefully he mentally marked the badge, and any number shown standing just off to the side each time so the body cam would not see him. The other moving agent went to where Colette, Michael, and the others to address them. He looked young, and in a fresh suit as he talked a bit nerviously. "Hello, I am goig to need whoever is leading this ship to talk to me over here." he holds up a hand, "No-one is in trouble, but we are trying to figure out what is going on, and get school going normally again." he looks around a bit hoping someone steps up.
Morrigan MacIntyre	"Sadly, as long as they stay behind their line and don't touch anything on this property or any of my students or faculty then they can shout until their faces turn blue. They have a right to be there. We just have to endure." Morrigan states with a grumpy accent today. "I had debated popping open a blood bag and drinking...but they'd probably burn me at the stake." she points out. "I have a feeling that someone is going to do something dumb today. It's why I'm out here." she admits to the others. There is a bit of a look to Colette and there is a chuckle, "Honestly any chance to get out Emperor Bone-Apart and his army is a good day. I had wanted to dress them up though I decided against it." she states. "Right now the only thing I can say is kill them with Kindness. I even ordered them lunch catered in. It should be here any time now." she tells the group. She looks up to the raven that lands and gives a smile, "Benvy's at home...so I have a guess of who that is." she muses. "Crush, I know that this is effecting you, the students and others. We just have to see if they can be pacified without violence. I'm going to see about setting up a meeting with their head so that we can discuss this again and see if they will disperse and stop interrupting the day to day of the students." she states. Then there is a look up when the person approaches and Morrigan stands up very quickly, "Sure, over there." she points.
Xiomara Rojas	Crush may have only been on this planet for twenty-years, but she had seen Men In Black, she knew about black suited people using meaning some government agency and new new arrivals were something she needed to watch carefully. The hair on the back of her neck stood up at the man approached, and a keen eye would notice that the black chain wrapped around her waist seemed to writh and slither a bit around her, sensing the woman's uneasiness. "It's not right they can do this to kids," she comments to finish off her thoughts on the whole 'freedom of speech conversation', but her heart is no longer in it. Her fight or fight mode was inching closer and closer to the surface now, but she was biting back, tooth and nail, keeping control, even as the man got right up to them. Thankfully his attention seemed to go to Ms. MacIntyre so Crush did her best to just keep breathing. She moved a piece of the chain up and over her shoulder so it was around diagonal over her chest and around her waist at the same time, and she could pet along the piece over her chest now like some kind of security blanket.
Richard Stadler	The Raven gets a look upward when it lands on the skeleton. He's seen that crow once before, so he could /probably/ guess who it was. And, honestly, it was /probably/ for the best he was up their cawcawing instead of down here; it made things far less awkward for the moment. Good, that needed to be resolved sometime soon. Today was a rather busy day, however. Colette gets a grateful nod for the backup. "We certainly have the freedom to consider them busybodies and morons, at least. I'll have to be rather content with that and the net positive it is to be able ot speak out in this country. So-" Stadler blinks a bit as there's an unmarked SUV off to the crowd, and suits coming out. Feds? Well... possibly. But there was a bit of professionaal irritation when the 20-something walks up to them and announces his prescense. "Son, maybe you want to show us your credentials, first, before the requests?" He asks, folding his arms. "I know I like to see them. Just for the record, of course." Crush het's a bit of a look. He certainly could recognize... unease in the body language, which was a bit of a change of pace, given the girl's temper. He takes a quick step to his left, casually moving in front of her to keep her from the center stage.
Colette O'Connail	Colette knows that raven all too well. She gives Mike an amused look, but does nothing beyond that to draw attention to him. If he wants to do the raven thing, that's up to him. He makes a good addition to Mo's decorations, anyway.     "Can we poison the lunch?" she asks Mo in a somewhat wistful whisper as she watches the SUV approach.     "That's where the whole lawful assembly part of it comes into place, Crush. They have a legal right to voice their opinions. They don't have a legal right to do so in a way that's too disruptive to other people going about their business. This is kinda... borderline. Because its kids, it makes things a little more sensitive, and hopefully the authorities will decide before long that enough is enough and get the police to move them on."     The SUV spews forth a trio of -- yes Xiomara, everyone's thinking the same thing -- Men In Black, and Colette eyes them with about as much cynicism as she'd granted the protesters before. Especially the nervous looking one who approaches them. "He's got a point," Colette says, giving a nod in Richard's direction. "You're supposed to identify yourself first, remember?" she points out to him. "Otherwise the whole 'I'm gonna need' thing doesn't have a whole lot of weight. For all we know you're Jehovah's Witnesses. I mean yeah we see you're doing the whole suit-and-shades thing that federal agencies for some reason thinks make them look cool despite it having been a Hollywood cliche for decades now. But anyone can buy a pair of Ray-Bans, and we don't want to hear about Jesus today, thanks."
Michael Hannigan	Being that Mike is currently in bird form, the raven tilts its head to look to the one addressing the group in general. The head tilts for a moment before the beak opens. "Croaaack." Effectively going 'Not me.' The bird turns its head, looking back to the protestors. When the boxed lunches start to be handed out, the bird looks over that way.
Phil Coulson	As Phil talks to the officer he quietly says. "We are going to give you same names, and faces. I am going to need you are your men to go through the crowd and remove them. Could you do that for us officer?" he explains, "Perhaps we can get the trouble makers out before they start." turning slightly he opens his phone. "Coulson.. Yea I want a full sweep. Isolate to only non-students, faculty." he is quiet for a moment then continues. "Any names give to Officer.." he stops looking at the name of the Officer he was talking to giving it to the person on the phone. then hanging up he looks at the protestors, "Thank you for your cooperation officer." as he assumes the officer will do what he asked, and Phil won't have to call his chief. Moving towards the protesters himself Coulson, he sighs a bit before he has to yell.. "Hey! Hey Quiet a moment people!" and waves his hands. "We are here to hear what you have to say, but you are going to need to talk.. Calmly with us. How bout you take a break for lunch, and we can get some interviews started. This is what you want.. why you have came here, and done this so let us calmly move this along forward." As he is talking the other Agent that Morrigan was talking to doesn't move ahead watching Phil he shakes his head as he didn't want that job. He turns to look at the person that gave him instructions. "Thanks, and don't worry. We just want to get the school back in order. Just don't tell them that alright." and gives Stadler a smile. "I am sorry it is not a toy, when I need it I will be sure to show it." he adds politly, as he already knew where he needed to go so didn't want to stick around showing his badge when he had a job to do. He doesn't explain why or the rules as he was already used to jabs as this part was one thing he did get a lot and knew how to deal with. So ignoring the questions about ID for now he turned and headed away from the group.
Morrigan MacIntyre	"Crush, you're doing great. We'll get this handled, I promise." she tells the young alien. Morrigan doesn't feel like there is danger from the one that walked up to him, but Richard and the others were right, "If they are with SHIELD they probably don't want to upset the crowd." she states in a quiet tone to Richard. "Also I could probably kill him if he tried anything." she adds with a cheery smile. Then to Colette, "I had debated it though most of them don't die by poisoned lunch." she states cryptically. "I was hoping the police would have them pack up today. We've been dealing with this for close to a full week." she frowns. Then she hears a familiar shout and there's a wince, "Ah, guys, these are the real deal." she states. "I know the one shouting." she points out. Then her eyes go back to the young agent, "I know we aren't in trouble, but I'm guessing that they're going to be riled up since the suits are here." she admits. Oh and riled the crowd is! There are people that skitter back when there's the call for order and then someone shouts, "We're here legally!" to a chorus of mutters of agreement. Then there is the sound of the delivery truck from Big Belly Burger. "Whose hungry?!" the delivery boy shouts at the crowd. Which seems to agitate them more. "We didn't order anything." the head of the protest tells him. The driver is all smiles, "Oh, Doctor MacIntyre ordered this for you all." they explain. They all look a bit dumbfounded and uncomfortable. Which causes the crowd to pipe down a bit so that the agents can start talking to people.
Xiomara Rojas	As Mr. Stadler moves to place himself in front of her, one of Crush's brows lifts up and she actually chuckles a little. She's still nervous and would really like to chase off the men in black, or really punch them, but the simplest of protective moves from a teacher made the tension a little less. It was the thought behind the action that counted, even if her brain got a massive giggle fit over the idea of him trying to protect her. "Thanks Ms. M," she says quietly, right hand still slowly running over the metal of Obelus, her left hand however moves to rest on Richard's shoulder. "You bought em lunch?" She then says, having heard the conversation taking place across the way. Both of her brows lift in surprise at this as she looks right at Morrigan. "W...why would you by them lunch?" The confusion was real... so now she had her comfort Stadler, and massive confusion to distract her from the overwhelming desire to fight everything.
Richard Stadler	Stadler simply stared at the man as he walked away from them, for a good, long few seconds, his mouth tightened into a line. "Now. I am a bit of a hypocrite here. I understand the spook line. I really do. But good God, I am /really/ pissed off at it." He says in a low volume to the Happy Harbor crew arrayed around them. "And I doubt there Jehovah's Witnesses. At least /they/ can't help but identify themselves when they knock on my door. " He notes, says, seeing Phil move among the crowd and the lunch arrive just at the same amount of time. "Have to say, I have some mixed feelings about the way it's being handled. But if it calms things down, I'm just going to call it a win. And yeah, I know. SHIELD. But something about that just... Is a little respect and professional courtesy too much to ask for?" He notes, shaking his head." He watches the crowd slowly rile itself up, predictably, and, just as predictably, be calmed back down by an unexpected act of kindness. "That was a rather smart move, Doctor. Took the wind out of their sails, and it's really hard to argue on a lunch break. Hopefully it'll break up the momentum. And... thankfully, you didn't posion it. Don't get me wrong, that's a smart play in certain situations; this isn't one of them." Crush's hand get's an absent minded and reassuring pat, before he brings out his phone. "Part of me just wants to take some pictures and send them to a helpful friend to look some things up."
Colette O'Connail	"I was just thinking of giving them all explosive diarrhea rather than using anything actually lethal," Colette replies to Mo. She must be feeling in an unusually merciful mood today. "I'm pretty sure that would be an effective way to end the protest." She pauses a little to watch the crowd interacting with Phil and the gang before adding, "You got to admit, it would be fun to watch them disperse at a high-speed waddle."     "Take a look at 'em," she tells Xiomara. "They don't know how to react. Doctor MacIntyre is being nice to them, and that undermines their desire to prove that we're all evil. They're trying to make out that we're the enemies, and she's demonstrating that their arguments are invalid. Now they have a problem. There's free burgers. If they accept them, they are admitting that their argument is faulty. If they don't accept them, they look like asses. About three quarters of them are now suffering from cognitive dissonance, and have no idea what to do."     "The other quarter are too dumb to understand any of this, admittedly." She gives Xiomara quick grin. "In there case, I guess you just have to think of it like tossing some meat at a bunch of wild dogs. They're not going to refuse a free meal, and they probably don't have enough brains to think and eat at the same time."     "It's the sunglasses, Richard. Give an agent a pair of sunglasses and they think they're too cool for professional courtesy. Yeah, I'm pretty sure they're not /actually/ Jehovah's Witnesses, but it was fun accusing him of it." Colette doesn't seem any more impressed by the SHIELD agents than she does the protesters. She's not exactly big on authority figures, with the possible exception of Mo. Mo's cool.
Michael Hannigan	As the crowd starts to tense up, the bird upon the skeleton shifts upon his talons. Oddly enough the prop doesn't seem to sway from the movement. But, when the crowd's grumbling starts to die down from the act of guilt inducing charity to them, the bird settles. Fine. Maybe he won't steal a cookie after all.
Phil Coulson	As the crowd acts up Phil smiles calmly as he had planned for this. It only took one agressive person for the crowd to fall apart, and as he antagonised them lightly finding out who was going to make that move then if they were to act out they could of squashed it quickly, and used that aganst them to at least move to protest somewhere else. It really wasn't the choice Coulson wanted, but then the truck showed, and they started relaxing as this lead to option b which is a lot more peaceful also less damaging for him as option A usually got him a fist to the face. As they move Phil looks at his phone scrolling through the text he got from his people and glanced over at the police to see if they were going to do what he asked. He kept an eye out for Chad as well as they passed hoping to check to make sure the man wasn't armed or something visually, as they could just let the police handle him. As he watches he gets his phone back out making a call. "Yea it is calmer send them in. Standard investiagtion, and charity. Eagle eye I am sending a picture keep an eye out, and if he moves wrong...Ice him quietly." though he adds that last part quietly so others will not overhear. As two more black suv's show up as they must of been really close not wanting to overwhealm the group with too many people until it calmed a bit. More agents though they seem to be there to make sure the food is getting passed out with a problem, as well as talk to the others about what they want, and why they are here. No-one is pushed, and it is only the protestors. Many may not choose to answer, but they would still be treated polietly as they were trying to seem on their side though in this case just keeping track of what is going on. Coulson had gone all out for this as he wanted to end this as it interupted operatioins. Though finally after setting everything up he turned to let it be handled by others as he moves towards the people the Agent was talking to before. Though he misses a bit he catches the end responding, "Some of us think it helps with the light." and chuckles a bit taking his off to look at them. He reaches into his pocket, and shows you the ID since he doesn't really have a badge. "Agent Coulson.. Nice to meet you, I am sure we can bring some of that food over here if your hungry?" he looks around at them. "I am not sure what the trainee said, but we are just here to get things back on track. I am sorry I needed to focus on the issue first before I could address you." He puts the badge away giving them time to look at it though wouldn't let anyone touch it. "I am sorry for the inconvience of all this, and thank you for not making it worse by doing something yourselfs. Is there any questions anyone has I am here now to answer what I can."
Morrigan MacIntyre	Food. A lot of people respond positively to treats and food. Morrigan wasn't dumb. "I bought them food because it is a kindness. They don't expect us to be kind to them because they are being hateful. Being kind in a situation that you could be just as hateful is sometimes the better path and it is less chance of someone getting hurt." she explains to Xiomara. Morrigan gives a look to Richard and a nod of agreement, "I didn't call them. Guess the news got back to them. I'll see if I can talk to his Commanderness when I get the chance." she tells him. No one tell Coulson she called him his Commanderness! "And Colette is right. It is a tactic to use in situations like this." she smiles to that. There is a look up to the raven on the skeleton again and she gives another nod. Just checking in with their resident rock star. The majority of the crowd goes for the food. Because free Belly Burger is amazing and most of the people are not as smart as some. This causes things to thin and there is a very displeased looking guy in the middle of all of this. He is on his phone and after being questioned by the agents he is ushered to a car and driven off. Bingo on who leads this little shindig. Chad Barrington takes off before anyone can question him, agents are welcome to persue if they like, the local police aren't going after them. When Coulson approaches, Morrigan gives him a smile, "Agent, we've met before althought it was brief." she admits. "It's no trouble. I appreciate that you took time out of your schedule to assist. I think things are going to die out from here." she admits as she motions to the crowds that are leaving. "I don't have any questions. Bigotry is something that we are sadly used to here." she states with a bit of a nose wrinkle. Then she looks around to the others, "If anyone has questions, please ask. I'm...going to leave the Skeletons up for the next few days. Hopefully someone will read the sites I posted up." she points out.
Xiomara Rojas	It was now the moment of truth. Crush listened to the explanations for giving them food and it made sense, she could in fact wrap her head around the logic of it and would remember the tactic... but right now all of her energy was wrapped up in keeping her 'fight or fight' reaction in check because the Agent was not /right/ there. Growing up off the grid, away from the law, hidden away from the government of this country, she was in fact both terrified to be known by SHIELD as existing and angry that they might actually know she does. Much like Colette, the Czarnian has troubles with authority figures, though mostly it was those she didn't know and automatically assumed she gave a rats butt about their rank, position, etc. etc. Without meaning to, the hand on Richard's shoulder grips him a little tightly, not like 'oh gods, she broke every bone in my body' tight, more like an actual human tight. Her right hand wraps around the chain across her chest now and her eyes settle on Agent Coulson. He can read body language, he's a trained Agent... that is one nervous alien standing there staring at him like he very well might be a target. "Smart thinking," she blurted out toward Ms MacIntyre, finally answering the thought on the logic of free food, but her eyes remain on the agent.
Richard Stadler	Stadler scoffs. "I'll have to put my faith in the universe to do something just to them, fitting what they're doing. Sadly, hateful vitrol doesn't generally lead to a collection of peoople puking their guts out. But, hopefully this will take thee wind out of their sails, so to speak." And on the subject of sunglasses, he shakes his head. "I don't know too many spooks, but the ones I do know try to avoid the cliches. Granted these people have to do something 'official'. I suppose it limits the options of their dress." The tension was always tough, in these situations. All you could do was put up a polite and firm front of support, and it really left Stadler on edge waiting for someone else to make some sort of escalation. But those were the perils of being one of the adults in the room. It did look like, for the momeent, things were calming down... well. Before the additional muscle arrives. It's enough to have Rick look over to Mo with a question. "If you didn't call them, I'm wondering who did. Or if they have a Key Hole locked over the school." He notes, before at least they do seem to get some contact with the agent in charge of this all. Stadler moves to lean forward a bit, peering at the identification Coulson shows, before inclining his head to Mo. "If Doctor MacIntyre says you're a friend, you're a friend. Just... I'd appreciate it if we'd get some lead time the next time you people come around. I get nervous when we have agents walking about without showing ID." He notes. "But I appreciate the introduction. For the food, thank you, but it's a bit much for me today. If it was the weekend..." He holds up a hand in a universal sign of 'possible'. "Richard Stadler, by the way. I teach biology here." Simple enough. The grip on his shoulder is felt, and Stadler keeps his own posture loose and relaxed. Best way to keep panic from moving over people is to show confidence that there's nothing to worry about at the current situation. Though this might take more of talk afterward.
Colette O'Connail	"She's using the power of money, Crush," Colette says with a grin. "It's kind of like having super strength but subtler and less likely to get you in trouble than punching people, because people find it hard to believe that money isn't inherently a good thing, but opinions on violence are a whole lot more situational. Notice how it says 'in God we trust' on dollar bills? What they don't like to admit is that the true God of America /is/ the dollar. That's why using your strength to earn money is a smart move." She tilts her head to the side. "Which isn't to say that punching people is never the right answer, it's just sometimes money is the more potent tactic."     Colette gives only the briefest of glances at Coulson's ID -- Mo has already identified the MIBs as SHIELD and she has no reason to doubt that. She was only asking to see the IDs to be awkward anyway. "Yeah, we thought you guys were Jehovah's Witnesses at first," she lies. "Your trainee guy wasn't very clear. I think he needs extra training. Tell Carol that Colette says 'hi'." Yeah, there's at least one person in SHIELD that Colette actually likes.     She tilts her head and arches an eyebrow dubiously at the implications from Coulson and Mo that this is all over. "These idiots may be going, but there's always more idiots willing to wave a banner in the street and get angry about something because someone on Twitter told them to," she suggests. "I'm skeptical that a hamburger's going to discourage whoever it was that could be bothered to get them riled up in the first place."
Michael Hannigan	And so the protest peacefully ebbs away with people getting food and lea- "Hey!" There's a slight shout before another voice laughs. "...It took my cookie." "It's just a bird." Packaged cookie in beak the raven flies away from the food savoring protestors soon leaving them to forget about the protest and the cookie thievery. Xiomara soon finds a slight weight pressing upon her arm as the raven lands upon it. Into her open hand, the package is dropped off. "Things will get better." Mike's voice lowly assures to the student before he hops off once more, flying into the shadows cast by a nearby tree.
Phil Coulson	with a nod Phil looks at Morrigan, "Most people just want to be heard, to the others it will go deeper. I am afraid most of them will be marked to watch for a while to make sure they move on." he sighs a bit turning to look at them. "If you see anyone around that doesn't belong I will keep some help near. I hope it doesn't come to it, but at least for a little while it will make everyone feel better." As he was glancing over at Xio he kept that smile of a poker face showed no worry, or understanding so if he noticed or not could be unclear as he didn't even pause to look at her moving past as he looks past to Stadler, "If all goes well you should not see us again. Most the time we try to let these things resolve themselves, but it had not so I for personal reasons decided to step in." though he didn't clearify, as it would be more believable if they found out themselves. "The food you should thank the doctor, but we should not meet again. Honestly it would be best if you just forget about this one." then smiles a bit larger as he puts his sunglasses on. "Mr. Stadler." and turns to head out. He stopped for a moment to nod to Colette as he would if he ran into her though he could not say that she was or was not in shield so just said nothing. He had a Chad to take in as he always did the job to the best of his ability. and that ment no lose ends. So tonight when the man got home he would have someone sitting on his couch that would leave with Chad in cuffs. Agent Coulson going personally as no-one got away from him after his mission had started.