Harry Pierce sat at his desk, contemplating. Contemplating exactly what, no one could be sure of.

"I sure hope there isn't more bad news" Ros whispered to Jo from the other side of the glass.

"He always gets that contemplating look right before something bad happens" the other woman whispered back

It was true. Their rather serious boss got that certain expression of doom right when disaster was about to strike. But then again, Ros couldn't remember a time since she had joined her coworkers in MI-5 that disaster hadn't been about to strike. MI-5 wasn't exactly the boring desk-job most people in the busy city of London imagined to be inside when they gazed at the Thames House on their way to various morning jobs. her "spying" was interrupted by a voice behind her.

"Good Morning, Ros." she jumped. beside her, she heard Jo stiffen. she immediately knew who it was. Only one person could make her usually good nature go up in smoke. Crazy Terrorists aside, of course. she turned slowly.

"Good Morning, Vash." she replied, trying to sound friendly. The Weapons Manager of MI-5 wouldn't actually talk to her unless he really had a reason (or something against her). She looked at him, noticing that his usual white beret was absent, although the light blond hair and the threatening green eyes were still there.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of you finally coming our of your extremely secluded corner in the armory to actually talk to human beings."

Vash narrowed his eyes, as if deciding whether or not he should react to her sarcastic comment. She seemed to pass on some level, because he continued.

"Lili said I need to take a message to Harry." Ah, so that was it. Vash Zwingli was only ever nice to anyone who his sister wanted him to be nice to. He absolutely fawned over his sister Lili, who maintained the picture of a young receptionist on the first floor. If receptionists carried a gun nowadays, that is. Though she had to admit, she was pretty sweet. Vash continued

"She said something crazy like 'say hi to the girls upstairs, and don't take a gun to them'" he muttered, already pushing past them and making his way to Harry's office. Ros sighed when he was out of hearing range, and turned to Jo. She was clearly still nervous, although with the strength of the Death Glares she kept sending the way Vash had come, you would think he had just insulted her mother.

Ros turned sharply to the office when she heard Vash, who was usually so quiet, yell: "But Arthur found out Llil and I are here! He isn't just going to 'let us go on our way'"

Now, MI-5 wasn't a just a spy division for their incredible skill to watch TV for three hours and still be able to tell you what went on in back of them. They were extremely curious, and when it came to spying, curious was what they needed to be. But when it came to insane Weapons Managers with obvious enemies, they sure as heck weren't going to let this opportunity to get into their coworkers business go to waste. If this enemy was dangerous, they had a right to know, right?