"Well, I'll hazard I can do more damage on my laptop sitting in my pajamas before my first cup of Earl Grey than you can do in a year in the field." - Q from Skyfall
“It’s a good thing, then, that we have someone who is really good at tracking. Think you can get me to the place in the hospital where they had the files for you?” Maybe he could find a trail or something locate where the rest of the files were locked up
Furrowing his brows, he looked to Carter with his eyes deep in thought. “I could, yes, but wouldn’t it be suspicious if I went with you?” Brandon questioned, not sure if Carter thought that plan through entirely. “I mean, what if Shaw sees you with me? He’d know something was up. I told them that I work for the P.D. but to have a detective come with me? That’s a red flag. I can show you where with footage from the hospital if you’d like.”
In which our illustrious quartermaster—in an age where nearly everything is attached to a computer or powered by a processor—has always had the one-up on his competition. It’s probably for the best that he’s gainfully employed, really. That kind of power is dangerous.
“You know I always do,” he replied, tucking his hands into his pockets. As he began to explain everything, he simply listened and nodded at his words. They were going to have to get creative, it seemed, to obtain the rest of the files. “You know where they store them?” he asked.
“I have no idea actually. They just had the files already there. I’m sure they’re in the hospital still. I just have no way to find it.” He said, looking to Carter as they got into the police station. “Is there anything else you think I need to obtain? I’m not exactly working there as often as I had been…unless a virus happens. But I won’t do that because then that’ll look bad on my part as a computer technician.”
