"An agent named Harper Jamison." Demeanor said. They all looked surprised.
"He was our tipper." Aram said. Demeanor sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Of course he was." He groaned. There was a knock at the door, "Come in!" Christian entered with a file.
"Any outgoing messages to all offices around the world have been halted and all information backed up, printed, and removed from the systems. Operatives stationed in Antarctica are being sent to the nearest office. " He informed. Demeanor sighed and gave him a grateful smile.
"Have I told you how bloody amazing you are at your job?" He asked.
"Yes, sir." Christian said. There was a sudden clap. Christian jumped and looked at his boss.
"We have run out of housing for your father. He is going to be staying with you." Demeanor said. Christian and Reddington looked at each other. He clearly wasn't excited.
"Fine," He sighed, "Should I take them downstairs, sir?"
"Yes. Introduce them to your team."
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Christian led them down the hallway and to a bookcase. He pulled the red book and the floor beneath them opened into a staircase.
"Come on. We don't have all day." He beckoned them down. They walked into a room that was dimly lit. A holographic globe in the middle with lines moving. Many different newscasts were on the screen and there were various infrared scanners behind glass as well. Four people sat around the globe with files strown around the desk.
"What the..." Liz said from next to him.
"Welcome to the Blackhallow Fortress."
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Agent Reddington
ActionChristian Reddington is a man that only knows pain and suffering. He's seen so many of his friends pass away. Feeling an obligation to help defend the world from the shadows he joins a secret organization. His father has been searching for him. What...
