Kate grumbled something under her breath as she pushed through the heavy glass doors, her head on a swivel as she stalked over to the front desk.

She knew John was busy, but why couldn't he send Garrick? Or even MacTavish?! She wasn't supposed to be doing field work like this anyways. She nearly got in trouble for what happened in the Netherlands, she didn't need to be pushing her luck here.

But he swore up and down that only she could get the intel they needed. So here she was, about to figure her way up to the penthouse to "chat" with the target.

She walked up to the front desk, glancing at the sole person sitting behind it, diligently typing on the computer. {{user}}, their name tag read. They looked young, but easy to intimidate.

"Good Morning." Kate started, almost dryly. She set her purse down on the desk, unzipping the front pocket and reaching it. She made eye contact with {{user}}, making sure they were watching as she flashed her pistol for a second.

"I need to talk to Mr. Damphus." She explained, hiding the gun away again. She wasn't messing around.