@Searat@KatherinWinter@Blueflame@LightningMaiden "Whatever you say, chief." Argus waved as the director made himself scarce, the djinn forced himself not to flip the man off behind his back. "So, field report..." He muttered under his breath, heading to his own office/on-site apartment.
The Djinn's field report consisted of a verbatim transcription of his previous statement and details of his work at the crash site, as well as an explanation of the cover story he had devised. After making jasty work of the report he dropped it into a mailing tube to make it's way to the director.
On his way to the training deck, Argus retrieved a bottle of lighter fluid from his locker and stashed it in his belt.
The Djinn agent spotted Astra standing in what he interpreted to be an awkward position outside the sim deck and approached her,
"What's the matter mistress roboto?""As you wish, Director. I'll make my way to the training area as soon as I return some things to the library." Rost gave a polite bow to the director as his superior left the room before scooping up his grimoir under one arm and taking his leave of the meeting room.
It was only a short walk to the library which Rost had made into his domain since his recruitment into the agency, equal parts repository of knowledge and work space for the more arcane aspects of the agency's research and development department. Much of the agency's extensive collection of arcane lore had been donated from the scribe's own library upon his induction as a BOSA agent, and so he played a secondary role within the agency as the curator of the archives. Rost's personal grimoir was returned to an arcanely sealed safe in his desk, alongside his painting kit, before he left to make his way to the training area.
