"You've got to understand. Agent Keen is not a police officer, she is a criminal profiler. Yes, she went through extensive training to prevent instances like these from happening, but agent Keen made a mistake and was not properly prepared for the situation. She also was uninformed before the assignment began. I hope you can forgive her for this Mr. President. Yes, we have taken down all footage of the incident. Yes we understand that agent Keen has had many incidents with her public image." Harold Cooper had a headache. "Yes, thank you for pardoning us. Thank you sir. We will make sure this doesn't happen again. Thank you. Goodbye." Harold Cooper hung up the phone.
Ah yes who was he talking to? The President of the United States just after one of his agents had well... said some things about the government and then proceeded to pass out in the middle of the street. Suffice to say, the stuff had not been positive to say the least.
Thank God for their secret evil villain informant... thing who had helped Aram wipe all of the footage offline. Ressler and Navabi were out right now, just as Harold Cooper was having chest pains in his office, making sure none of the witnesses took what they saw seriously. Reddington was off... doing his work. Cooper preferred to keep himself ignorant in terms of knowing what said work was.
Cooper walked out of his office, glancing down at the desks along the task force's first floor. Even up at his office, he could hear Aram's keyboard clicking at what was genuinely a concerning speed. Cooper would never know how he could type so fast. It was terrifying.
"Agent Mojtabai." Cooper addressed, reaching Aram's desk. He placed both his hands on the desk and sighed. "Has all of the footage been taken offline?"
"Yes... sir...." Aram was focused on something else just for a few seconds, glancing at his phone. Probably Navabi yeeting herself into those DMs. Or maybe Ressler. Cooper didn't know.
Aram straightened himself up.
"Yes. Sorry about that. Agent Navabi told me that she and Ressler are here." So it was Navabi. "And once again yes all traces of Agent Keen's stunt has been deleted."
Thank God.
"Good. I appreciate the work you took to take that down. Now let's see—" Cooper stopped mid sentence as the elevator doors to the post office opened up.
Ressler walked in, doing that speed walk thing he always did, Navabi trailed behind him. Cooper straightened himself up and folded his hands.
Navabi placed one hand on Aram's shoulder while Ressler simply stood beside her. Being a third wheel as per usual.
"Agent Cooper. Everything went smoothly." Ressler reported, back straight.
"Except for that elderly British lady," Navabi said "she couldn't stop laughing, but she swore to secrecy in the end."
Cooper gave her a short, unimpressed, glance before he let out a sigh.
"Agent Navabi, Agent Keen screaming derogatory slurs at everyone who passed by while smelling strongly of Chinese Egg rolls is not appropriate for one of the most google searched FBI agents of the decade." Cooper said. He could visibly see Navabi hold back a laugh, trying to avoid his gaze.
"It was funny though." Ressler said. Now both he and Navabi were laughing to themselves. It was literally like running a really aggressive daycare.
"Get it together." Harold said shortly. Ressler shook himself and Navabi drew in a short breath.
"Anyway. The hospital called and said that Agent Keen is awake, but judging by the angry screaming in russian I'm pretty sure the drugs are still in her system." Ressler told him. "But I think they either sedated her or knocked her out because it suddenly stopped mid call."
