Curiousity caught the Noah [Cery's]

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Elliot sat at his desk quietly he was trying to figure out how to make an efficient weapons, the lab seemed noisy something that he was not used to sense in most of his jobs. Had he goofed off in his old job, his boss would have fired him or beat him with a mop. He didn’t know exactly what to do in a lab like this, so if anything seemed amusing he would smile, or laugh then afterwards would continue reading. It was a different atmosphere for him but still a lighthearted one. The sun could still enter the windows, and despite the fact that there was dangerous equipment in the lab, he was glad that his coworkers weren’t crazy enough to toy with it.

He put the book down for a few moments to rest his eyes, and scribbled down information in his notebook, an idea was forming in his brain but it would still be more time before it took shape.

He blinked as cloudy haze seemed to cover his eyes. He turned. There was a girl talking with Q, she didn’t seem like the lab type, in fact he had never seen her before… he assumed she was not from the lab. Her hair was of a reddish brown color, but yet had a familiar air to her as she walked into Q’s office.

Noah felt curious. Hmm… what could they be talking about? He looked around himself, well… his coworker’s seemed to be busy with their antics. He figured he couldn’t get caught. Setting his notebook down, he casually stepped into the small hallway that led to Q’s office. If anyone saw him walking into the hall, they would think he was going to the janitor’s closet. He even went so far as to opening just slightly the door to the janitor’s closet, that way if anyone decided to peek down the hallway they would assume Noah was in there.

He stood a few paces from the door to Q’s office and listened. He could faintly hear a feminine whisper in sharp contrast to Q’s deep voice but could not make any sentences out.

He edged himself to the wall, and scooted closer to the door, making sure to breathe through his nose he knew breathing could not be herd if he used his nose. Now just a few inches from Q’s door he could hear a bit more clearly. He tried to relax he didn’t want his nerves to end up giving him away. He hoped no one could sense he was listening.

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noah elia stein, tell me a story of seven hundred twenty seven nights and curiosity caught the noah.

Cerys somewhat enjoyed these little visits to the MI6. She didn't come too frequently (as that would be a bad idea when dealing with the other side of the law), but she did have her own personal key card, courtesy of Iain. It was interesting, really, how all the Kirklands seemed to have found places with such a governmental agency. Iain, with his high Q position, Aoife, as a top agent, Donald, as another agent. Arthur dealt with the MI6 in his government position, which left Cerys as the one farthest away from it with a regular career outside the MI6 and a bit of a broker business. She found herself the only Kirkland who dealt with the lawless side now. Of course, Donald was in that business not too long ago as well, but he wasn't actively interacting with both sides of the spectrum.

"I am sorry, Iain, but I can go ahead and investigate more about this... this woman who broke into the lab? What exactly did she steal?"

There was nothing stolen from the lab, sans the broken glass. The woman entered in the smoothest way possible - as learned from Cerys herself. What was stolen was more on a personal level, then. Cerys was smiling internally at that thought.

"I can do you the service of giving you at least some background information and maybe her favorite brand of lipstick. It's on the house," she said, sighing as if this was something that was a mundane task. She set down a manila envelope with the letter Q written in the corner in black Sharpie.

"You know the terms and conditions. You don't talk about it, you don't cite me as a source, and you don't let anyone know you know any of this information." At this point, she had a serious expression that you rarely saw on her face... at least not off the stage.

Her face relaxed after completing the transaction. "I do suppose you will get your payment for the last transaction done in due time, yes?" she laughed to herself, thinking about their form of payment - a unique form she didn't accept from other clients. "You really are lucky I accept sheep as payment. You know very well what I charge other clients~"

They continued talking beyond the usual MI6 business, as they usually did after a transaction had been made. She would complain a bit about her coworkers and the higher ups who were corrupted by money, and such a pity it was, that show business has become an enterprise that required no talent at all. He would complain a bit about bureaucracy and budgets. They listened and advised, listened and advised, of course free of charge. After those formalities, she deemed it best that she left. She bid her dear brother farewell and turned towards the door, though with a just a bit of slowness.

"You really should think of having just a bit more security with your office door, Q," she said quietly, not loud enough for Iain to hear.

She closed the door behind her, only to be greeted by an eavesdropper. The immediate reaction, as any good broker would react, was surprise and panic. A great broker would hide such a reaction. She felt the panic well up in her throat like bile, but she said nothing of it. Her blue eyes betrayed the bit of panic. She wasn't an official MI6 employee, and it wasn't a wildly known fact that the Q had a sister outside the MI6, as the Q held a level of prestige and mystique in his own right. But what was she to say? She only hoped his own mind would make up its own conclusions. A lover of the Q, a minister of Wales, an archivist, just anything would do.

She looked at the young man for a moment, a tall young man at that, and nodded to acknowledge his presence. It seemed nodding tended to work in the sketchier situations. No need to look like she just did something in the Q's office, just another ordinary situation to pass,.

"Good day, sir..." she said, putting on the airs of a ladylike professional for now. She hoped it would end at that, but it rarely ever did. She could only hope that he didn't hear the whole exchange.

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Noah was nervous. If someone herd him or came into the hallway there was no excuse he could give or make up to hide what he was doing. It was obvious.

He narrowed his eyes, trying to concentrate on only one thing, his hearing. Did he hear right? She said something about lipstick? Hmm… a source. This seemed shady by the minute. He was trying to calm down the trembling in his hands. So he grasped a piece of paper in his pocket to keep his fingers busy.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the girl say something about sheep. So this girl liked sheep. He found it amusing but nice. There were men who loved monkeys, and women who had peacocks. Then right now somewhere far, far away there probably existed a millionaire who was at this moment was petting a Bengal tiger. So there seemed nothing wrong with owning a sheep. His smile twitched in amusement.

Noah couldn’t help himself. There was something exciting about listening to conversations that had nothing to do with you. There was something enticing about it, he could feel guts tremble. The thrill. It was soo…. good.

He knew at some point he had to give up this habit, it was just down right wrong and nosy to be listening to things that could otherwise be personal, yet it was a guilty pleasure. He figured it was about time he unglue himself from the door. He knew anyone of these days he could get caught. He could get fired and also looked down upon for being so nosy, and he guessed that the worst thing about it was that he had, no excuse.

He had no excuse for being so curious other than because he liked the feeling of looking at something that you knew was forbidden and not getting caught. He had never stumbled on anything of great importance, anyways. Almost all the things he had eavesdropped on, or all the things he had read that he probably shouldn’t have read where only simple facts. But still, they were good to know. You could learn a lot of things from listening to a conversation that was mundane, or dull. They were simple things but yet they gave you more ideas. Still he began to feel bad for listening in, but his curiosity kept him glued to the door. His nervousness was dulled a bit by now he convinced they couldn’t sense he was there.

He figured by the way Q was complaining about budgets, and other random things having to do with his job that maybe they were friends. It was possible.. of course it was also possible that this girl worked in another area of the SiS building. Well that last sentence eliminated the thought. So this girl worked in show business? Well that was good to know too.

Noah herd the push of the plastic wheels against the tile of the floor, and knew Q, or the girl was probably getting up from the chairs. He scooted away from the door, when the rubber in his soles squeaked against the floor. This was it. He was already caught. He froze, and his legs jerked, as a cold shiver came up his arms. Q was sure to open the door any minute now. He braced himself. But herd nothing. Just the simple goodbyes.
Still shaken up he tried to move away from the door but quickly and quietly.

"You really should think of having just a bit more security with your office door, Q,"…

He didn’t know if she could sense he was there. Women always had this sixth sense. They could feel things. He only managed to take a few steps from the door, when the girl opened the door, as he stood straight in front of it.
He felt his stomach jump into his chest as he couldn’t hide the look of surprise on his face. Of course she didn’t manage hiding her own surprise as well. He gapped for a moment, his anxiety was evident in his eyes.
“Good day, sir.”

“Uh, Good day,” he stammered dumbly. Then hurried behind her trying to catch up. “Q- I mean you aren’t going to tell Q, I was listening?” he whispered. “Are you?”

He knew at this moment he looked a lot like a whipped puppy. He tired to regain composure. He still had a lot of questions floating in his brain. Like who was this girl? Or where did she come from? He kept them from stumbling out of his mouth... it was not his place to ask such questions. Of course he couldn't hide the curious look creeping on his face.