Ghrist simply let his senses numb out as the agent gave him all the information he needed. The agent was letting his emotions completely overtake his composure. It was all clear as day, even without Ghrist's well-trained ability of reading people, something he picked up from his mercenary years. You didn't survive those days 'less you knew who was on your side, and what kind of information was clean. He watched as the agent skimmed through his paper identity, once again proving that the agent had nothing actually on him up to this point. It was as if he was picked out of a hat of professional snipers. Maybe, they had grabbed them all, and he was sitting next door to another pro sniper. Though, he did wonder how much those papers told. If they did have his full list of contacts, they might find Sophia and Dan hidden under the pile of names, but that would take tons of resources and he knew that his partners were pros like he was.<br/><br/>Finally, the agent tried to shake him one last time as he left. Ghrist put all of his effort in trying not to laugh. This agent was too easy, a clear amateur that seemed to be used to bullying information out, a crude and unreliable method. He was employing fear and a directive nature, something Ghrist was way too used to. And he gave plenty more information away by asking his straightforward questions, telling Ghrist exactly what they were looking for and how close they were to the truth. Right now, they were quite far. Dan was the key, and they'd have nothing if they didn't find him.<br/><br/>He leaned back, allowing the silence to encompass him, also a way to pass the time. He recharged his nerves this way, the loneliness of being a sniper fortifying his senses, just for that one moment. As far as he was concerned, this was one of those moments. He used to work alone, somewhat selfishly. But now, it was time for him and his partners to fix one of the many wrongs in this world. Corrupt politicians deserved nothing less than death, but he vowed to not kill another person. A dysfunctional assassin, how funny was that?<br/><br/>But then, she came in the room, and he was astute enough to realize he was playing an entirely new ball game. This new agent had...something. All Ghrist could do was pop his neck and play the field.