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The leprechaun grinned to the man, "So you're Philip Butler? Professor Burke talked about you." he mused leaning over the concrete edge of the bridge the pair were standing on. Oh he knew who Phil Butler was, he also knew Elizabeth Burke wasn't what she believed herself to be. He knew far more than he let on. True, his nature was usually kept a hermit of sort but where was the fun in that? Where was the mischievousness? He thrived on it. Yes, somehow when it came to Burke is was different. He arched a brow and snorted eyes wandering around before settling on the other. " -- thanks. I think. My question is, if I continue to help distract the young Malfoy, wot's in it fer me?"

Amusement flattered almost automatically his features. Rare were the people inside the wizarding world to be aware of resonance of his name, fragment of an faraway period of some of concerned lucky --- Harry Potter, the one in which everyone attention was attracted with, probably mustn’t had forgotten his sweet name though would wishing to avoid the reminder; compared to Draco Malfoy in which he could perceiving potential bloom interestingly … His boss as current Minister of Magic should be associated to these people, however Featherine simply created an suitable landscape inside the chessboarrd, considering she had to controlling the chessboard long enough before the Game Master take his rightful seat, nevertheless wasn’t really involved inside circumstances inside the manner that could be expected of her. Even if Draco eventually exploded a bolt in front of his face concerning couple of affairs who had remained hidden from him, in same manner as his true boss appearance remained unseen to his eyes, the name Featherine or the Doctor wasn’t supposed to fall under his lips --- Elizabeth Burke was an particular case. She was more than a simple witch exploring a particular time aspect of circumstances --- she was more than a companion of some teamed men inside the Ministry, in which sweet name of a Master playfully distracting him --- regardless how close she was towards a mysterious husband searching best of moves, another aspect of her existence remained yet to be discovered … in which brutality of the confession could have been as hard about how realization had been made inside the young Malfoy. Should have been a move that shouldn’t have been done? Oh. He will wait Featherine opinion, comment it. Personally, he didn’t care, he didn’t mind --- he wanted Draco expressing himself inside the most entertaining part of his personality, he desired that boy embracing all his feelings, he wished to be impressed by the kind of cruelty such an angel could offer … Of course, he was first person aware about consequences that will be created on the way, immediately. He doesn’t care. Phobos could bring all repercussions he desired, he will support him, and will remain amused if he managed to bring consequences over Featherine meanwhile remaining unaware of her presence inside the board, and wouldn’t exposing restraints towards revenge ---

Possible confusion his words could have been brought increased further his playfulness. Though, flattery was first emotion to showing up inside his expression towards confirmation about his person. ❝ Oh, I have no doubts Professor Burke talked about me~ ❞ He mused playfully. ❝ She needs a wonderful emotional support with the terrible husband she have~ ❞ Of course, the leprechaun would understand he was mocking freely his own boss inside that strange manner of reference, though he was uncaring concerning his reaction. Featherine left him restrained for years, unable to do an interference he would received order directly from Malfoy himself --- asking simply in return of that boy not to be disappointed. Compared to Phantomhive decades before, as first circumstances were, he didn’t need yet to pressuring the heir of the family handling business in the shadows to close his eyes --- it would be a gesture he would naturally do in total consciousness, and he really hoped he had awareness about what he could do. Whatever if his underground was a little higher than last time they met, when that innocent boy wished to becoming similar to a ghost … ❝ I hope she offered me all the compliments~ ❞ How an horrible person he was an constant reminder of his boss, and himself playfully mused with that notion. Hence, he had been needed for be sure Draco will be an biting dog --- with the right motivation, he could giving him murderous sparks … and with the right remembrance, he would be in first seat for burn the world! He was meant to becoming villain with him. ❝ Oh, you understand it that way. It’s not totally inaccurate though. You did offer him the best of distractions in which he will cling --- it’s magnificent~ Thank for distracting me beautifully with your move with Malfoy~ Such an interesting one, even if brilliant aid indeed. ❞ Playfulness increased. ❝ Lot of gold as you loves it for started. ❞

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There were coincidences, were sudden circumstances showed up inside weird timing … and circumstances who looked as good luck instants that ended up unexpected but full of meaning. In some manner, wonderful conversation he had previously with Philip Butler was one of these --- something that sounded within the appareance inside an pleasant coincidence ( where sadly and gratefully the main concerned hadn't showed up in his manor … because who knows what kind of temptation would have exploded … besides to be impossible since circumstances changed inside an nice reunion inside his home walls … and no, best that man was faraway of an main villain he cannot kill himself but in which had the great desire to show sadism ! ) where himself associated further illusions towards an casual conversation and agreement between each other. In the first place, hundreds of years ago, if he ended up with that name, it had been among an coincidence --- the opening, the fatal checkpoint for get what he wanted … who remained accurate especially since the concerned was an witch, an desired result. Sudden appareance of the leprechaun embracing him inside an strange topic, with same desiring gaze he witnessed before, looked like the second case … where he was wondering if this wasn't linked to the first. Mister Butler allow circumstances distortion was part of his function.

Nevertheless, as much he could pretend knowing the chessboard, inside current circumstances where he didn't wanted experiencing repeat of the past, it seemed mysteries was left over. As fast realization could came over something he didn't wanted to touch, as quickly denial could embracing his brain for taming an uncomfortable noise within it. There were implications. They were terrible implications inside what he was currently expressing ! It won't be just being some metaphoric loss he had been holding inside his being for one incarnation, it won't be an matter about just winning that chessboard over --- it would bring him to understand what truly happened to the kind of misery he had been pulled and find the source … Also pondering about the God of the Underground presence, when he was involved, was silent behind him.

By focusing over his last name, he hoped sending the message of the Trancy otherwise. Apparently, it was something more than that. It was another moment where he hadn't been mentally prepared to the title he handled to reach, considering another curse sending by ghost he wanted ressurecting remained anchored regardless how many centuries could pass --- his personal illusions would have to been shattered apart, for becoming containing of all ! He had survived plenty of disillusionment but it seemed that there was still some left … Hence, for staying polite in front of the conversation, he laughed a little awkwardly to the compliment. Ah, he had been trying his best to be scary. Nevertheless, he was more known for being scared, which would be a bit ironic if he were really representing fear when he was horribly frightened ! ❝ Ah, I doubt I'll be as scary as you praise me for, although I try. ❞ If one day, he could manage to feel totally alright in front of Philip Butler without one sensation of uncomfort, here, he would have reach an complete new step about being fearless ! Reintroduction of each other truly had been to impress that man who hoped found amusement about attempt to scare him … Of course, there was temptations he was silenced. Murder someone in Hogwarts with his own hands did crossed his mind, but not for please for Dark Lord, just because he wanted to ! Potter was an playground, in which accidentally, he was searching to triggering something inside of him besides to make work his brain, however, at the moment, it was another pleasant illusion for the world of daylight where another perspective was searched in the world of darkness. ❝ So much fear in someone, it must be something, especially if he is looking for greater things~ ❞ He self-mocked himself, as the end of his sentence was an half-admission.

Terror from his name, terror from his presence. Not the terror brought by an Dark Lord who wanted conquer divinity sphere without think, no, maybe it not that way it worked ? It wasn't something he could easily express neither ! Concerning thoughtfulness mess about future events, he intented to playing a lot with appareances of circumstances. In some manner, he will be an villain. In some manner, he would act for murder someone --- the Dark Lord king … where sensation and impression of the main ressurected concerned just remembering him the last person he ever wanted to cross again, where he HAD to destroy that emperor ! Where he willingly damned himself by the moment he touched his damn family, he could dream about gain whatever power out of them and out of HIM. Thoughts, once more, he pushed behind. Remaining joyful, exposed smile inscreased sightly at the empathy of his comments. ❝ People's expectations are a certain gold mine that can constantly being explored. Yes, they believe what they want to believe.~That is to say that the message that can be passed off is illusory. ❞  It was the most important thing he learned from Lelouch vi Britannia who used it as his credo. He simply decided, politely, to do better than him in an even more sneaky way. Lelouch, back in the day, wanted an result of these expectations, hence illusions created and received illusions, altered his emotionality, where there was remnant of compassion in front of that game. He was cruel on this, since the beginning, since the instant he started playing --- he had no expectations in return, would be destroyed by received illusions, hence have no limit to alter everything … Will have no limits to exploring people expectations and give them false results.

The Dark Lord will becoming his example, as he had no other king, but Potter had been his training. Potter had been the warning all the time before, just before he mean business ! ❝ Sometimes, it's not always an flaw~ You seems to understand with me, it's won't be the case. ❞ He decided to play around playfully once more time, as the topic of the coin returned again. Another laugh. ❝ Unfortunately, I'm a free spirit. I fear the volunteer will seek to domesticate me, although I have been well educated. ❞ He was already in very bad hands. Offering himself and his soul to someone that could crush someone without emotion and without remorse, who giving himself to the Underground as last solution, as it was something who was needed. ❝  Hm, Did you hear some praise from a butler that got you excited to see it yourself ? You have the same look, which flatters me enormously in this morbid curiosity~  ❞  Another laugh. ❝  This probably explains why my gaze has never deigned to rest on the letters placed on this corner just as I know well how to blind myself. Tell me: are you ready to pay the consequences ? Are you ready to take responsibility for showing the whole world that I can be fear and terror ? ❞ Good thing with Butler's name was possibility to play around to reducing to butler's job associated to an demonic nature indirectly, as he reflected words he had been receiving. Of course, he had been ready to pay consequences for his decision. Of course, he would hold responsabilities for his wish, in same manner he will. Philip Butler wanted perceive the fear and terror he could release on the world, for be amused by it. Now his trun to ask to the leprechaun if he wanted that result. In both cases, there will no coming back.

"Well of course the Malfoy name strikes people with fear. That's a bit of a given there, lad. I'm talking about you." the leprechaun mused, his eyes darted off into the distance as he recalled his older cousin's pleading for his help. Why would she need a leprechaun's help of all things with Draco Malfoy? That was simple as rain from a storm cloud. His species was built on mischief and fear ( in a sense ) and who better to have helping the situation that him? Murtogg was more than happy to help the young wizard lad. Help was a tricky word to be using however. The man had a urge to unleash the god of fear amongst the wizarding world. His cousin, Elizabeth Burke would not approve of this. Neither would her husband, nor any of her closest friends. They feared what would happen.

Shifting on his feet, Murtogg adjusted his coat collar and looked down to the young Malfoy. "Nobody would believe us anyways, y'know that right? They only be believing wot they want t'hear." he warned lightly, it was the truth when it came to his species. They had a way to make people question things. All part of his trickster and mischievous nature. A sly grin turned into a more goofy one as he prided himself on being a decent fellow. " -- oh yes. I can tell you all about it, for that coin y'got there. Y'see yer fear itself. Like it or not, lad. You are fear and that holds a nice price t'people. Iffin yer in the wrong hands.."

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Murtogg turned to face the man for a long while, contemplating on what exactly the other was talking about. "I suppose we all have a bit of learning to do. I'm still trying to figure that out myself." There was a pause in Richard Murtogg's train of thought, his new job was a bit more surveillance related and was in conjunction with the US. Though he did have dual citizenship with the UK and the US, having gained it within the last few years since he was living in the States.

"I'm still trying to figure out this whole security system you've got here in SHEILD." he laughed awkwardly. Yes, his newly appointed job was with SHEILD and it was vastly different that his job in the police force. Sort of. He had clearance but still needed to finish up training, so he was ... the new guy.

It dated really from decades ago, the first time he had been merely a new agent like other: entering inside the world of an organization protecting common people about what they weren’t ready to known … unknowingly by then he was touching top of an iceberg he would dig far more lately. Not everyone could afford themselves to becoming agent of such organizations --- when at that thought, another one welcoming the CIA, where one mole had been emotionally compromised from the start for had been recruited by some MIB before entering the CIA … meanwhile himself keeping regardless the lie that thought about some obscure MI6 handled by another iteration of himself had expanding globally protectionism … With his current level of clearance, which was important and coming directly from higher seats could be something he could now eventually, if authorization was permitted, if the information was allowed to leave out in first place and depending circumstances … Regardless his years of experience behind him, where he passed so many years doing every day his best, and endlessly aware about how weighting his position was, how he had been recruited by the MIB troubled an long-term established confidence and knowledge --- It was merely an foreshadowing about what he will becoming eventually. It was merely a fragment of strange future inside his current present.

In front of his new agent, reality about him be a seat higher, considered as his superior, didn’t wanted to be too much explicit between them. He had been happy by reading his file to perceiving how he was coming from England --- an impression himself didn’t even try too much to pondering, considering how he did know another British sounding man triggering gentle familiarity sentiments (and too much questions he had actually have time to ask) … as compared to his other iteration, he might have visiting England because of his missions and relationships with the actual MI6 if necessary, but usually remained busy inside his country. Vagueness could be only offered for his new agent. The Men in Black, as legend they were supposed to be, wasn’t supposed to be common knowledge at all --- it was their omerta. If his other self needed to show up in presence of other people, he was quite certain himself shall find an mean without betraying himself inside his position … as he had been searching no possible coincidence or potential move for circumstances showing up around him. He was lead inside a particular programmed future, that for sure --- but was left as a leader having a possibility of controlling more than he thought and doing difference he desired. ❝ Learning never ends. It’s never ‘I finished high school, I’m ready for the world’ or ‘I graduated, nothing can stop me’. ❞ He mused playfully as these remembrances dated from ages ago. ❝ We have lot of protocols, but you will have time to get knowledge of all of them. Your mind also will need some training for preparing you for the every day life of the behind of the scene. ❞ Of course, his agent must already be aware of it, however, coming from a veteran like him directly under jurisdiction of Nick Fury, his voice will gave another tone of his words. It was his time to laugh. ❝ Yes, we have many sub-security systems, you shall soon realize. Inside your former job, you were less around constant information, even if the sport remains as eventful --- where you need to know how to survive circumstances in all manners. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure the beginning starting smoothly for you. Experience is something you acquire quite fast. ❞

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Bright smile illuminated his features. Though, almost automatically, a temptation concerning MIB habits resonated within his gaze, expressing temporary compete absence of expression and emotion inside reminders he was a friend of Elizabeth Burke. He was aware about it. It was message left silently within the atmosphere, born naturally as met once more the kid generated naturally emergence of physical confessions exposing his personality. From an certain point of view, they knew each other since a long time --- nevertheless, that iteration of himself was knowing the Doctor without awareness of importance of their connection together, especially since that relationship wasn’t concerned to one incarnation … Internally, contentment vibrating inside his being. Such implicated iteration was sufficiently competent and smart for playing with circumstances as his boss could hoped he will do, and besides, regardless how associated he was with an friend of some boy, he remained unaware about the paradox he was indirectly supporting. At this point, so much blame could be pulled within Featherine --- simply by the remembrance inside 19th century for example --- they would have opportunity to discussing what happened during the 18th century, if he even dared let him with that recollection fulfilled of grudge of the next century, which was unlikely inside current circumstances. Hence, eventually, as that expression passed, that silent knowledgeable stare that seemed to judge wordlessly the other party, playfulness wrapped his face. ❝ I wonder what she told you concerning her husband~ ❞ Concerning his own topic, there was consciousness his description would be --- agreeable … for say the least. He was a supporting presence over Elizabeth, where whatever how obscure his business could be with her husband, he was that discrete right-hand man in which a certain Harold Saxon didn’t appreciated the slight view. Inside the world of daylight, he barely had been presented or showed his face … and the world of darkness he was ruling would find no explanation inside the wizarding world, where common wizards would find themselves with unsolved mysteries soon, without questioning too much where could be the source of all these unfortunate accidents! Featherine, on her side, picked a more compromising position. If she had the desire for one second --- all circumstances could be altered altogether … even though; it would destroy Draco’s legitimacy inside his witch’s acknowledgement … for be something Featherine was to be blamed to begin with. He could imagining Hades invisible presence be emotionally tormented of his side, having one more opportunity to requesting an conversation with Featherine, and cannot take the risk to having an angry kid realizing something happened to his brother …  Especially since he met personally Draco Malfoy, his grudge had awoken! He was unable to emotionally push behind all the frustration who eat him during centuries … Laughing slowly as it could appeasing his thoughts, he confirmed with an nod. ❝ Best spot! ❞ He expressed with enthusiasm, adding further playfulness. ❝ We always pick the best spots! ❞ His position always had been to remain more an observer than an active player --- unless sweet name of Alois Trancy was concerned.

There was consciousness concerning importance of Murtogg within Elizabeth’s timeline. In some manner, his approach had been thankful to begin with --- not only complimenting him concerning the kid, but also offering him long overdue thanks over their mutual friend. A connection he needed to recreate step by step inside current circumstances, as previous hardships experienced before had been one portion of their relationship. Besides, naturally, he filled out the void left by his others iterations, whatever they were, whatever how ironic it was concerning he was pretty much the villain of all of them and that eternal corruptive presence always pleased to giving him to himself minus an future self tools for becoming wonderful. Ushiromiya Battler was an exception. Ushiromiya Battler was the man he didn’t turn into but could have becoming if there had been remnant of kindness within him. Ushiromiya Battler was representation of a brightest future able to keep his heart --- and his sister … Simple remembrances of him generated all the disdain he could feel in front of such reminder. Quietly, he was answering simply once the matter of the treasure had been evoked, staying with that associated playfulness showing shades of innocence. ❝ She did. ❞ Harold Saxon would have wanted to go with her, but no, dear Master wouldn’t have an opportunity to meddle somewhere outside England where he couldn’t be watch without observers. Besides, he wasn’t the one supposed to be involved inside circumstances, beautifully manipulated without his knowledge, where he couldn’t get his fun upon miseries of another Time Lord. He had been watching from afar all the frustration experienced by Harold Saxon with pleasure, as he wasn’t the only one wanting to get some pleasant moments with the Weasley boy --- who, in his side, wanted to remain far away of both of them. He had been spotting all these men in black watching inside the Ministry, barely noticed by other wizards. He had been realizing there had been someone he shouldn’t met at all within the Ministry … and he had been understanding something was definitely wrong with how acted his boss … It shouldn’t be his business but he suffered so much of Featherine told him nothing, of course, he would remain attentive about how circumstances will evolve --- and add his two pennies to the situation. ❝ One of her colleagues wanted so deeply to go with her, but he is forbidden to leave England~ Blessing gift to be under supervision~ Besides, her husband requested specifically the Weasley boy to taking care of everything … ❞ He grinned at the thought. Percy Weasley will have to be an amusing boy for avoid himself to get pressured and bullied for the fun of it. How to say? He never forget how funny it had been to pressuring and manipulating an CIA agent in which he could do nothing for having one fragment of power over him --- for be theoretically the boss who recruiting him, and in which his first name could create confusion. One Master knew what he would bring to himself; turning him possibility to have another landscape of fun with a magnificent manipulative Weasley only way of a distraction! ❝ He will not be disappointing~ ❞

Deeply amused by his reaction, he nodded heavily with vivid enthusiasm. ❝ I have so many tons of gold that you could be given to you. Free charges. Another treasure all by yourself~ ❞ It wasn’t even an corruptive move. It was something he proposed naturally, as consciousness it was his weakest point would turn entire conversation easier. Money wasn’t a problem. Money wasn’t something he lacked. Money wasn’t even the core of all his fun since he had been touching wealth in a large manner. He was flattered by Wealth everywhere! ❝ After all, I know someone who can give anytime gold~ ❞ He mused, referring his dear wife who remained trapped inside these higher shadows in which she acted as an horrifying light in obscurity … an wife that could consider herself blessed to having Illusions as an long-term companion. Such sentence had made his effect, where, in the end, the Golden Witch title will not be referenced. A following laugh still welcomed his last question. It wasn’t really a matter about what he wanted concerning that point. ❝ If the decision was only mine --- of course, I would want to see the kid releasing his full potential to the world, damned be the consequences. I want that kid to shine. I want that kid be as magnificent as he could be. ❞ He admitted seriously. ❝ Nevertheless, my boss only want Malfoy be distracted~ Even if your move cannot be taken back, and in one way or another, he would eventually realize … realizing what actually happens … became aware about what happened to him … ❞ Unexpected coldness compassion was expressed within these couple of sentences, as he was in jubilation anticipating that day. ❝ I may ask my boss if it’s possible to help circumstances on that manner~ I’m sure I’m not the only one curious and interested to see what Phobos could actually do to the world~ ❞ His voice transformed inside an darkened pleasure searching not to holding himself back, before exposing once more brightness. ❝ Consider the second option still on the table. I just have to convince someone or that someone will have to convince me such move isn’t possible at all~ ❞ 

"Ah Professor Burke is a dear friend of mine, she mentioned you and her feck of a husband a few time. Minister of Magic I hear?" Murtogg mused with a fond ( yet wicked ) smile, thinking about the seemingly young witch ( who wasn't a witch at all ). He had been around for a long time and knew things about Burke that she didn't know ( currently ). Like her precious treasure in Aruba that he buried while parading around as a pirate in the mid 1700s. Oh, he knew what was inside that buried chest and he also knew she was to retrieve it soon. The leprechaun laughed a bit before his tone went a bit serious. "Did she happen t'find her treasure?" He knew she was going after it, but wasn't sure if Burke had actual found the treasure or not.

Taking a deep breath, he did secretly hope Burke found the treasure and return her memories of sorts. That is if she was smart enough to break through his own charms and jinxes she previously requested of him to. Leprechaun magic was ... very hard to break and that's why she chose him. However, as he was to believe she had a friend working with her. One that he also knew had a connecting secret to her past. What was his name? The poor redheaded prat? Ah yes --- Percy Weasley.

The mention of lots of gold made the leprechaun's eyes go a bit wider. He couldn't say no to some gold. It was in his nature, however while he could create as much gold as he wanted he was a hoarder of gold in general. Greedy for more of it. "More gold y'say?" he pursed his lips in thought before grinning widely. He has to think of some way to distract the young Malfoy without actually releasing the god of fear himself from his wizard confinement. "The question is ... do y'want me to keep him distracted or do y'actual want me to release the god himself?"

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Reassurance wanted to be expressed as immediate priority of the moment. Within shorter times, usual habits inside the S.H.I.E.L.D would be understood, where as him before, he had passed under hierarchy pressure and orders for show his abilities and be acknoweldged. Inside future position he would take inside that organization, his safety could be assured. In some manner, his presence was an gift offered by circumstances, where he indirectly understood there had been an desire to watching over his face ( an feeling he usually experienced in middle of darkness and within loneliness, where he stopped considering himself truthfully alone, and where reconsiderations of his moves was made in obscurity ) meanwhile offering him same gentleness in return. Protecting Elizabeth Burke inside that wide world without her existence be known by other people, to keep her off record no matter what, was an terrible work in which every second mattered to help her in one way or another. He would do the same for that CIA mole if he knew identity of the concerned. He would act further the same with the single shadowing presence who pushed distance between each other, where the doors of another wide world was keep away of him, but turned out to be experienced differently, within his own consciousness of circumstances. ❝ Not too much homesick ? ❞ He asked with high respect and care inside that single question. Of course, he heard about England and actually passing around depending situations he had been to face inside his earlier years, nevertheless, how amused he was to be indirectly connected with that country inscreasing an pre-etablished empathy. He was speaking towards an agent that couldn't stay in England for had be promoted inside another country, when most norms he had learned and most habits would have to be changed. Did he had to left someone behind ? Did he was family with him ? Attachments was a delicate once an existence within the S.H.I.E.L.D or the CIA was present. Picked function requested to be available any time. Chosen position turned difficult such stability. It wasn't his affairs to dwell upon his private affairs even less his private life, he simply wanted to know if he had managed to settling down fine inside another country different of his own. Where he would be for sure interested about how legal business were handled inside England !

❝ Adaptation times are always hard at the beginning. I trust you, you will get used to it. ❞ He reassured within an calm voice, where his gaze remained on him. It will be very different of his previous job … It will be quite another kind of pressure. Having an conversation with his boss sounded either like a good news either like an horrible news coming their ways --- delicate circumstances would push Fury to passing for briefing everyone in the room. He wasn't inside same department of him, but would play middleman for many places. They would possibly cross each other once he will be totally part of the department, but wouldn't always seeing each other. Lot of missions was awaiting for him. Lot of job awaiting for him. Noticing the cellphone who buzzed, he cannot help another smile to showing itself. ❝ Someone who wanted to be sure everything is fine ? ❞ He requested slowly as he smiling harder. ❝ I like your perspective. It's mostly --- you will not be able to talk about everything you had doing within these walls, everything you had seeing, everything you will suddently learn the public didn't know about. It's the most harder part. You'll be around computers and data, and becoming one of the gears that make the world better, hence, protected of the danger of the missions, nevertheless, threat can come from everywhere. ❞ Losing agents within the S.H.I.E.L.D was possible, not welcomed, not desired, but totally … possible. No matter in which position they were placed, no matter how protections could be taken … He appreciated his agents, he really wanted the best for their agents, so the possibility always remained unpleasant for him. He desired them safe no matter where they could be. ❝ Self defense is an basic, you will learn safety protocols. ❞ He responded. ❝ Dangers can come from anywhere and fortunately my boss wants to ensure no unfortunate events happen. ❞ Travel had to be long where he perceiving yawn and rubbed his eyes. ❝ You won't have access to the whole place, just like I don't have access to everything. ❞ He recalled slowly. ❝ We have a cafeteria, but for unexpected snacks, we will have to fall back on the machines present. I can prepare you a tea if you wish, any particular preference ? A gentle briefing will help you recover from the trip. Are you interested in a short stay in my office before a visit ? One of these days you'll be able to brag that I took you under my wing. Many agents dream of it, as little as I can read it in their eyes. ❞ He mused.

"I suppose so. It's a bit of a learning curve but I'll manage." Murtogg retorted, fingers clicking a bit at the keyboard before him. Still glancing from Coulson and the screen. He had a lot to learn and he was trying to recall what he had to go through in training. Richard still needed to complete his actual training with SHIELD. He had to go through self-defense and everything else, but his main focus was surveillance and cyber security. However, this also meant he was a technician and was put on their engineering department. He didn't mind it either.

His eyes went from the screens and the keyboards then sighed. He stopped for the moment to look at Coulson. He was requested by a mutual friend ( and certain female archaeologist ) to join SHIELD. So here he was, a bit out of water. That's when his cellphone had buzzed with a text from the archaeologist, which made him smile. Murtogg was close friends with the woman and it appeared she knew more about him that he knew about himself. "I know I'll survive. I've had to learn about far stranger things than this. It's a lot to take in, but like everything I've been through. It'll work out. Hopefully."

He quickly replied to the text and nodded to Coulson. "Would I be getting training on self defense? I assume so. Had t'do that when I worked for the department." He smiles awkwardly, before standing up to stretch around. He gave a yawn and removed his glasses to rub his eyes. " -- I could use a cuppa tea. You might need to show me where to get food. This place is huge. I got lost this morning." he smiled a bit, stretching one last time and laughed a bit.