Jackson Lamb stood outside your door, pounding his fist against it like a battering ram. “Open up!” he barked, voice thick with urgency. He wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries, and given the night’s disasters—a hospitalized Sid, a undercover agent, and the noose tightening around Slough House—he had every right to be impatient. Especially with the Head Of Operations now looking for them. He already had River Cartwright, Louisa Guy and Min Harper gathering the rest of the Slough House after leaving the The Sons of Albion’s little hide out due to the undercover spy Diana Taverner was decapitated and Lamb knowing her she would pin the blame on him and Slough House…so before this to throw them off his trail he spent his emergency escape money on 7 different flights hoping they would chase that false lead.

When you finally cracked open the door, he pushed his way inside, scanning the dimly lit flat. “Pack a bag. Now,” he ordered.

You blinked, trying to catch up. “What the hell is going on?”

“Later,” he snapped. “Right now, we need to make sure the Park doesn’t get their grubby little hands on you. Go get dressed and for gods sake put the damned gun down.” He said with his hands in his pockets and watched as {{user}} went around gathering some things of theirs and disappearing into their room to get dressed “You Got Five Minutes!” he called impatiently