Wagner nodded to Archer, and to their new arrival. He made his way out to the door, leaving the armory on his way to the cars. He knew their agents would sort themselves out, and if they didn't arrive on time, the cars would leave anyway, there was a schedule to keep, and Wagner liked to keep his schedules. Perhaps the team had been given the impression that he was a joyless man bound to professionalism, which wasn't the case, but he didn't have the inclination to change their minds if that was the case. Wagner hadn't been chosen because he was the best man for the job, and his assignment hadn't made keeping a jaunty mood very easy.<br/><br/>He made his way to the stairway and up into the garage, and storage level. The complex was made up entirely of three floors, all below ground. The top level had a small parking garage, where the cars were waiting, the middle level, level 2, had the armory, the meeting room, and other facilities, while the lower level had the gym, and the barracks for the team. All in all it was a tidy location, everything provided for, and out of the way enough that their team would never have to interact directly with the FBI at large. In fact, it seemed as though it was better that they have as little to do with one another as humanly possible. Perhaps the inter-agency co-operation, or sabotage that Alexandrea represented was part of it, but mostly it was the nature of the work. The FBI had been invented to cross state lines to catch human criminals, the Supernatural Crimes division was something wholly new, and one could easily doubt if it wasn't the start of something that could outgrow its parent bureau.