With both the letter from Doctor Hart and file in hand, the Fixer strolls purposefully through the Tower, the rooms and halls in this wing quieter than most - no doubt in part to the Eye’s reputation. Falke sports his glasses and a full beard today, looking quite scholarly and professional, if he does say so. It doesn’t matter though, if the news he brings is grim and if he has to insist on hamstringing them for everyone’s safety.
Well, that’s why he’s here and not Tobi. Taking a deep breath, Falke raps on Cian’s door and then pushes it open, a carefully neutral ‘doctor’ face on. Used to delivering bad news, it’s only the urgency with which he requested the meeting that betrays its true nature. “Hello, Cian,” he offers, heading to a seat in front of the desk.
“I’m afraid we’ve got a couple of problems,” he begins, watching the Eye carefully. Not because he’s afraid of the man - no, not that all. Because he’s looking to see if the man is any different from the last time he’d seen him.
Well, that’s why he’s here and not Tobi. Taking a deep breath, Falke raps on Cian’s door and then pushes it open, a carefully neutral ‘doctor’ face on. Used to delivering bad news, it’s only the urgency with which he requested the meeting that betrays its true nature. “Hello, Cian,” he offers, heading to a seat in front of the desk.
“I’m afraid we’ve got a couple of problems,” he begins, watching the Eye carefully. Not because he’s afraid of the man - no, not that all. Because he’s looking to see if the man is any different from the last time he’d seen him.
FALKE
