She knows this face. A business associate of a number from a while back, the wingman. Back then, they were working on a shoe-string budget. Ramen noodles and just her usual arsenal, nothing fancy to augment the firepower. Finch was working on his own thing during that mission, with Root. At the end of it, they somehow found themselves sitting around a table somewhere in Midtown kicking back. The whole gang, minus Fusco. Fusco scored himself a date. Good for him. Shaw and Reese ended up staring blankly at the nerds while they talked about coding and programming and other boring shit.
She doesn't ask the obvious question, which is how did you find this place. If he's a hacker, he might have traced Finch back to his last known locations. Finch was always very careful, but no one is perfect.
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She knows this face. A business associate of a number from a while back, the wingman. Back then, they were working on a shoe-string budget. Ramen noodles and just her usual arsenal, nothing fancy to augment the firepower. Finch was working on his own thing during that mission, with Root. At the end of it, they somehow found themselves sitting around a table somewhere in Midtown kicking back. The whole gang, minus Fusco. Fusco scored himself a date. Good for him. Shaw and Reese ended up staring blankly at the nerds while they talked about coding and programming and other boring shit.
She doesn't ask the obvious question, which is how did you find this place. If he's a hacker, he might have traced Finch back to his last known locations. Finch was always very careful, but no one is perfect.
"I might. What do you want?"