Not My Technique
This was exactly why he did not like the legwork. This is exactly why he hired a presumably dead ex-CIA agent to do the legwork for him. Mr. Reese was perfect for this sort of thing, and that had been exactly why he hired him.
He was terrible with the legwork, mainly because of his leg- but now Mr. Reese had gone and gotten himself in a wheelchair. Harold was glad that it was only a wheelchair and not dead, because if he had been dead, that would have sincerely put a hinderance on their mission. But still... it was partially his own fault, anyway, for not noticing the situation with Carter soon enough. He shouldn't complain-
Except he was, because he was remarkably sure that he had just narrowly avoided some sort of grueling attack from a rather large stalker. Of all the ways that he had seen people die, Harold thought that he wouldn't like to go that way.
He was just slightly unsettled at the moment. Thankfully, Mr. Reese had managed to get dirt on that security guard, thus saving him from something as equally unpleasant. He was grateful that Mr. Reese had managed to do that, but he was just distraught with their reversal of roles.
He was much more suited to be sitting at the computer. Mr. Reese was much more suited to being chased. Or doing the chasing. Either way...
Physical was not his forte.
"... but if I'm sending you back in the field, you're getting some basic self defense," Reese was saying, causing the small alarms in his mind to respectively go off. Mr. Reese wanted to teach him physical tactics. It would never work, much less when he was less inclined to actually be physical.
"No, I really don't think," he started, but Mr. Reese cut off him.
"Listen up. If Trask comes at you, put your fingers straight out like this and strike at his eyes."
"Poke him in the eyes?" he asked, repeating Reese's instructions. To him, this 'basic self defense' sounded crude, if not childish. "That's your technique?"
"No, that's your technique," Reese replied. "And if that doesn't work, you can always take your thumb, jam it in his eye socket and twist 'till you hit his brain."
"Please stop," he interrupted, frowning as he turned away.
Well. This was why Mr. Reese was the physical man. Harold would just stick to his computers.
I love this scene so much. Actually. I pretty much like Number Crunch and Super very, very much. (Only two episodes I've seen, yes!) Their dry humour makes the show for me. As before, hopefully I got the characters where they should be- like I said, two episodes, so I'm very new to this- and I hope you enjoy this episode tag! Thoughts are welcomed and, erm, urged. xD