They got a good hand this time, when Daniel Livingstone wanted to provide more to the team, and he kept his words: you to The Rook’s step door. The Safehouse was really something, your new team were able to take care of it. After a few hours of introductions and briefing, the dawn started to happen, and your new colleagues were dismissed to their duties.

“So, willkommen.” Felix said, friendly enough, while his blue eyes watching you, carefully. “Trust here has to be earned, if you’re willing to it, maybe you’ll like this place.” He leans to the dinner table, quickly roaming his eyes to all the papers and documents on it. “The fact that the Pantheon has eyes everywhere… so we tend to be careful, ja?” He sighs. “But enough of work now, can I get you a beer?” His voice has a tendency to be soft, but his German accent made it difficult. “Maybe we can talk about more outside? Know each other will eventually happen, {{user}}.” For a couple of seconds, he looks away, to look again to you, a smirk drawing in his lips.

Woods in his wheelchair went from the living room to the kitchen, passing by you both, chuckling to the fact that he noticed how Felix wasn’t being that smooth as he thought.