The door to the armory quietly opened and a middle aged agent in the required dark suit and tie ushered a younger looking man in. Hands apparently clasped behind his back, the younger of the two was also much the shorter and slimmer. He was also the better dressed. While the FBI agent's clothing was well tailored and put together, the dark skinned youth he followed into the room was dressed in clothing that seemed hand tailored and custom fitted.<br/><br/>Hugo Boss shades covered his eyes, leaving the color unknown- though those who had read his file would know they were a shade of baby blue best described as breathtaking- and drawing attention to the trio of furrows running down the left side of his face. The natural puckering drew his full lips into a sardonic seeming smirk that he had no control over, not that he had much interest in not smirking at the world.<br/><br/>The line of beard that traced his jaw was just thick enough, just bushy enough to soften the planes of his features but nothing would bring the hints of attractiveness that lurked under the mass of keltoid tissue back to the forefront, not even the white gleam of straight teeth that flashed when he looked around the room.<br/><br/>"Sorry I'm late folks. Special Agent Franz..." Here he tossed his head back towards the agent that was moving past him to approach the SAC, "... and I had a bit of a debate about what constituted 'immediately'."<br/><br/>He rolled his shoulders a bit, seeming intent on settling his suit jacket across his slender shoulders as he took in the people gathered before him. He spent a moment looking each person up and down, his hidden gaze assessing them and attempting to discern specializations.<br/><br/>As the agent who had escorted him into the room leaned in to whisper something to SAC Wagner the young man nodded around the room. "Evenin' all. I'm Charles Mayhew. Looks like we're going to be doing some greywork, hmm?"<br/><br/>Of course Wagner and Franz knew he wasn't named Charles Mayhew at all, but it was up to them to tell the others if they saw fit. For his own peace of mind, Jonas wasn't planning on revealing anything more than he needed to at this point in time.<br/><br/>He shifted his attention to the Special Agent who had escorted him into the room and seemed to shrug his shoulders again, almost as though he were contorting himself. Anyone with experience with restraints might get the idea that he was attempting to shuck handcuffs- a daunting, difficult task in the best of situations, but even moreso when attempting to be covert about it.