[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0D6D83]Tom Fisher[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Tristan's Quarters[/center][hr][hr]

As much as he hated to admit it, Tom knew Tristan. He had worked with the man long enough to know that he never shut up, especially when his own authority was being questioned as it was in that instance. it didn't take a T1 to figure that out, and as Tom glanced back at Tristan in their short trip up to his quarters, and as quiet as the man remained as Tom sealed up his quarter, he couldn't help but feel like there was something majorly wrong with what was going on.

A small part of Tom told him just to turn away and go back to work, Tristan was probably just playing mind games with Tom, trying to get into his head and distract him, make him rethink his strategy and possibly just worry that something was up. Another, much larger part of Tom didn't give Tristan that much credit, the man was clearly up to something and trying in a spectacularly awful fashion to hide it. And as he walked back toward the elevator, he stopped for a moment and looked back toward the door. The other guards and even Jackson didn't seem to think much was wrong, or at the least they weren't vocalising it, Jackson was always particularly the quiet type.

The feeling just kept nagging at Tom, until the man let out a long sigh. [b][color=0D6D83]"Ah, fuck it."[/color][/b] He turned back toward the door, at the very least if nothing was going on, he wanted a man inside, he wanted to know what was going on inside. Reaching up, he accessed the console, overriding his own override, he unlocked it and opened it, taking a few steps inside with his officers in tow, gaze peering about, half expecting his feeling to have been nothing.