00 Reese made his way through the labyrinth of Q branch, looking forward to his post-mission ritual of teasing his Quartermaster.
Said Quartermaster was in his office, typing at a rapid pace while staring intently at one of his many screens. He appeared oblivious to Reese's presence. Reese knew this was an act-if "H" could track his movements in even the most desolate foreign location then he most certainly had surveillance on John as he approached his own domain.
Reese placed his tea offering on H's desk. H looked at it dubiously, as if John had given him cup of hemlock and quirked an eyebrow at Reese as if to say well get on with it.
Reese then slid his earpiece and his gun onto H's desk. H still looked unimpressed. Reese finally placed what was left of the pieces of the other equipment he still had with a flourish. H sighed a put upon sigh and began gathering up the sorry remains of his brilliant tech. Proof that once again the destructive force that was Reese had been superior to his engineering skills.
