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Cool light filtered through the windows, bathing the hallway in the colors of a dying star. It was late - past business hours - and of the day shift, most had migrated to the cafeteria, the lounge or their quarters. Only the dedicated or the deadlined remained, the former group including Seth - though what he was dedicated to was another question entirely. He was busy that day, but he could meet her after normal work hours, in one of the upstairs offices for the privacy of discussion. It hadn't been phrased so smoothly, but that was the gist of it.

You'd have to be an idiot or an innocent to not suspect, and Nadja.. had stopped being either a long time ago. And she'd agreed to it - one way or another, it would serve her purposes.

She paused outside his office and knocked.

Nadja smirked herself and pushed the door open.

The room followed the same floor plan that hers did, with a generous view of the cooling desert from the windows on the far wall. Nadja knew the value of an office as a private space, and such spaces carried traces of their owners. The redhead paused and pushed the door to behind her, her grey eyes narrowed a fraction as she studied the walls. Clean, which was to be expected, and sparse, but here and there possible traces of personality - the books on the shelves, some of whose titles she caught, and the thick, grid-topped table that seemed more like a museum piece than a playable Go board.

There were also the chairs - or rather, there weren't the chairs.

Nadja's inspection was a seemingly brief thing, a cursory once-over of a new environment before she turned her attention on the man at the desk in the form of a knowing smile.

"Your visitors have a notable lack of places to sit."

"H'm." It was one of those low, murmury sounds that could be a sound of contempt, acknowledgment or amusement, and only subtle inflection indicated which was which - and the same for the little smirk that crossed her lips as she crossed the floor and laid a gloved hand on Seth's desk.

"A potential traitor."

She didn't sit, but leaned, enough that the curve of her hip came slightly over the polished edge and supported her weight.

This was 'making do.'

Seth would find the redhead's eyes there to meet his when he got there by way of the scenic route. Well. Now that I have your attention, her single arched eyebrow said. Or fuller attention, as it were.

"You remember that bookish grunt in my class - the one afraid of her own Charizard?" The description wouldn't do it, but mentioning that spectacular screaming exit might. Nadja waited a beat, then continued. "She's here to take her brother home - and told one of my agents as much, bless her innocence."

Nadja smirked. "They often go hand in hand."

"I doubt she'll turn into anything as disastrous as the mole, but protocol is protocol and people are.. people." The elite's grey eyes flicked toward the bookshelves, then back again. "A friend of her brother's facilitated her induction."

It had been an odd name, and oddly fitting if you considered Lennyka's goal. "'Vamoose,'" the redhead added after a moment, with quotations dropped around the unfamiliar word.

Harmless - but. The grey of Nadja's gaze darkened as she narrowed her eyes a fraction - a gesture that, coupled with a very slight tilt of her head, was left open to interpretation.

"The codename is valid - and stationed in Kanto." Nadja would leave the deep investigation and surveillance to the tech department, which had the tools and a lesser tendency to swear at their computers, but she could run a database search. "But you have more experience with the mole's doings - you tell me."

Several things were highly unlikely but not impossible. For example, every atom in Seth's desk might spontaneously shift three inches to the right. And in some universe it did, startling them both, but in yet another universe the unresolved sexual tension that had stirred was promptly squashed by something chewing lovingly on Seth's boot which was all right because a sudden rain of flaming Zubats outside the window had drawn Nadja's attention anyway.

You can say a lot about what happens in other universes. In another universe, this was a more serious post.

"Then assume, unless evidence otherwise, that the mole is a mortal man, woman or possibly other," the redhead replied. "But there could be a network. I've heard of no such spectacularly failed raids as those here, but lack of success doesn't mean absence of effort on a saboteur's part."

"Alternatively," and the corner of Nadja's mouth drew back in something approximating a half-smile, but the approximation was rough, "She was never meant to tell, and this is a case of an operative having second thoughts. It does happen."

"You," Nadja emended, "and your staff. I've seen her perhaps a handful of times - she works in Filing, I believe - and my department is geared toward empirical observation, not surveillance." She was busy, and one of the things a busy person quickly learns is not to go too far outside one's job description, lest the job description follow.

She straightened up and rested a hand lightly on her hip. "If I hear anything I'll pass it on to you. You'll be looking into the brother and the friend as well?"