BECAUSE nolimitation REQUESTED IT. And because y'know STUFF.

[upinhisnest]

[ WHO NEEDS LOGIC. Stuff is happening. SHIELD and Fringe Division have some overlap. Olivia's maybe just realized that she is possibly being watched?

She is, btw. By the guy up on the rooftop with the bow and arrows. ]

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[nolimitation]

[ Olivia waits until she and Astrid are in the SUV with the doors close behind them before she vents her frustration as she starts the car. ] Since when is SHIELD monitoring our cases? I don't care what this is about, they could at least give us the courtesy of a heads-up. He's lucky I didn't take a shot at him...

[ She's still muttering as she pulls out of the parking spot, maybe a little too fast, because if she has to spot him in the rearview mirror the whole drive it's only going to piss her off more. ]

[thewaythatiam]

They are a covert ops organization, from what I know of them. We're probably lucky he let us know he was even there. [ Astrid's trying to be sympathetic but realistic, please don't hate her. :c ]

Do you want me to call the lab and let them know we've got a shadow?

[nolimitation]

[ Olivia doesn't hate you, Astrid. She just growls under her breath in quiet disgust and nods. ] Yeah, guess we should. Do me a favor and call Broyles too, see if he knows what's going on with them...

[upinhisnest]

[ Broyles doesn't know, and sounds a bit angry initially, but after putting Astrid on hold for a few minutes, calmly instructs them to "cooperate fully with Agent Barton".

He gives no real explanation as to the change from angry to calm. Probably best not to ask.

At some point in the drive, Clint's car disappears from their rear-view, turning down a side street unexpectedly. Olivia might be a little irritated that when she and Astrid pull up in front of their building in Harvard, Clint's already parked there, sitting on the hood of his car and grinning. ]

Took ya long enough. I thought you grew up around here, Agent Dunham.

[ Somebody will be apologizing to Olivia PROFUSELY for his behavior after this mission. But not until after Tasha's gotten to him, so... ]

[nolimitation]

[ She slams the car door a little too hard, her expression carefully neutral, though... yeah. She's annoyed. ] I grew up in Jacksonville and New York. I thought you were in intelligence, Agent Barton.

[upinhisnest]

Careful, Agent Dunham, you'll damage your lovely SUV.

[ Shit. Eating. Grin. ]

They feed me intel and tell me what to shoot at, mostly. [ he shrugs as if to say "what can you do?". He's being a dick on purpose, at this point. ]

Knew some carnies out Jacksonville way when I was growing up. Wonder if they're still there...

[nolimitation]

I can't say I knew many carnies...

[ What government agent is familiar with carnies? And is it a good idea to ask?

She sighs, running a hand through her hair as she eyes Barton.] So if they just point and you shoot, you're not that much of an asset here, are you?

[upinhisnest]

Well, you know one more now.

[ One who grew up amongst them. Okay maybe more near them. It was complicated. ]

Ummmmmm, no, probably not. Unless you're going undercover - I'm not as good as my partner is undercover, but nobody's better than her, and I'm not half bad.

[nolimitation]

...then I'm so glad we brought you along.

[ She starts for the lab, clearly expecting him to follow. ]

Don't touch anything once you're in there, and don't upset Walter. ...and try to leave the cow alone too. He's protective of it.

[upinhisnest]

You have a cow?

[ It's more absently curious than disbelieving - chalk it up to the carnies, probably. ]

[nolimitation]

Her name is Gene.

[ Explain? No, that would be silly. Olivia just leads the way down to the lab, and pauses just inside when she doesn't see Walter immediately. ]

Walter? We have some samples of the amber for you to look at...

[upinhisnest]

Of course. Why wouldn't you name your female cow Gene, it makes perfect sense.

[ Walter emerges from... well, we don't want to think about what he might have been doing in that corner. It could be harmless, or it could be terrifying. ]

Fantastic! [ He all but snatches them before retreating back into the lab, Astrid trailing after him ] This seems to be a slightly different variety, it smells like molasses!

[ Clint watches him go with a quirked eyebrow ]

...He usually like that?