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Who: Jim and Sasan
When: January 11th
What: Kilgrave isn't their only problem.

Jim never minded when Sasan texted him relentlessly. Okay, Jim usually didn't mind when Sasan texted him relentlessly but he had been in a meeting with Jack trying to sort out their pending missions in the queue. Some could be put on the back burner while they dealt with Kilgrave, but some were pretty time sensitive. And yes, that joke did grow old when it came to a Time Agency, thank you.

The blond was wishing he'd never introduced Sasan to an iPhone as his own vibrated again. Jack actually paused mid sentence and glanced at him with an eyebrow raised. "Do you need to get that?"

Jim shook his head. Sasan could wait for ten minutes. And Jim didn't need to see any more pictures of fat animals wearing clothing or doing silly things.

Not unless he was drinking and Sasan was over and sending the YouTube videos to his AppleTV, thereby forcing him to watch.

It took half an hour more to finish cementing down the schedule. Gabriel was to stay with Jack at the Hub whenever possible which meant that Jim and Mitchell were on point. Mitchell might not have to sleep but Jim certainly did. He left the office quickly and pulled the phone from his jeans. As expected, all of his texts were from Sasan.

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A shower? Even Jack had to take a break sometimes, Sasan supposed. Mitchell's smoking didn't bother Sasan as much as it did Jim, mostly because it looked good on the guy.

So Sasan just looked to Jim and said, "Well, we were already waiting. We could do it here, I guess?" He shrugged. Sasan didn't like waiting, but maybe it'd give them some downtime (even if they were too tense to relax, really). "What're you up to, Mitchell?" he asked, with a small smile. There were two probable options, and Sasan thought he could guess.

Mitchell was a chatty fellow and he took the time to put out the cigarette -- for Jim's sake -- before he went over all of the interesting missions he and Henry would be put on next. He enjoyed his work, that much was obvious, and though it was a little unsettling to speak with Mitchell for long periods of time once you knew what he was exactly, that didn't stop him from happily taking up any and all time anyone gave him.

"Didn't fancy you two being back here so soon. Thought you'd be discussing dinner plans." Mitchell grinned. Jim did not.

"We've probably been hacked," Jim said blandly and Mitchell's wide, thick eyebrows lifted. "No shit? Damn it. That's nasty business!"

Sasan listened to the mission descriptions with interest. He usually only heard about these things second-hand, or he'd have to read the files. It was far more exciting like this. Sasan tried not to let the whole vampire thing throw him off- after all, almost all of them had something weird going on. And he honestly found it harder to get on with Henry, who seemed to be the opposite of Sasan in nearly every way. Two awkward conversations had convinced Sasan just not to bother with Henry unless he absolutely had to.

He gave Mitchell a bit of a smirk when called out on how attached he and Jim seemed to be. It was kind of nice that other people noticed, at least, even if Jim didn't. But yeah, there was more serious things at hand. "Yeah, and they're using my website to let us know about it," Sasan complained. He pouted a bit. "My fake conspiracy site is way less fake right now. That's going to take some serious fixing." Plus, of course, they'd have to track down hackers and leaks and deal with wherever all that came from. But that was far more serious and he didn't want to bring that stuff up when Jim would inevitably be one of the ones dealing with it. He was curious about one thing, though. "What happens if we go into lockdown? Do we shut everything off?"

Mitchell found all of this to be almost amusing. He knew the stakes, he knew the costs, but he couldn't bring himself to really be worried about it. He had his own issues that were far more pressing. And Jack tended to save the day in the end. Maybe that was placating the situation though and so he kept it to himself.

He was about to answer the question when Jim stepped in.

"We'll stay here. The Hub's core will sink thirty meters into the bedrock, the Archive will be shut off and all entrances and exits will be disabled. That includes setting up a stasis field to keep anyone from using their manipulators to come and go." It was not pleasant.

Jim had gone through two Lockdowns before. One, he had been here for three weeks with everyone going stir crazy after an outbreak. The second, he had spent almost a month being unable to get back in. That had been the worst of all since communication was disabled.

Jim was not a sit around and do nothing guy.

Mitchell nodded. "Pretty much that, yeah," he grinned, as only vampires could.

Sasan frowned as Jim described it all. It sounded awful, especially for someone like Jim, who probably never had an inkling towards holing up somewhere and letting the world pass him by for awhile. And they wouldn't even be able to watch Netflix here, without the internet!

Sasan's priorities were not always the best.

"Well, let's hope that doesn't end up happening," Sasan said with a sigh.

Of course, the computer tech chose that moment to walk in and tell Jim that they had, indeed, been hacked. It was the same one that had taken the computer, and he looked about as happy about it as Sasan was. "The future guys are still working on pinpointing it," he grumbled. "But we've definitely been compromised."

It seemed that Jack couldn't even get a shower in without a crisis happening.

Words that Jim did not want to hear included 'compromised' and 'working on it' but he heard them anyway. He turned away from the small group and input Jack's signature code into his wrist strap. As expected when a man happens to be in a shower, there wasn't any answer. Jim didn't back down from reaponsibility.

"All right, John, you're going to have to get word out to any field agents. Do what you can. Work with Sasan to leave messages. Lock down the doors. I'm going to signal for a full lock down in ten minutes."

Mitchell smirked. "Ten minutes to reach everyone isn't--"

"Just make it work," Jim muttered and glanced at the bearer of the bad news. "Tell Kaylee downstairs to use the Rift for archive search. You're going to have to shut off all other connection. Tell her eight minutes."

"You gave them ten!" the IT guy protested.

"It's going to take you two to get down there and tell her. Comms don't work at the bottom level. I would hurry up before the lifts stop working."

Jim moved the papers around on Jack's desk until he found a computer terminal. The man was a disorganized mess! He keyed in the codes for lockdown and then went to find Jack. God help him if he was naked and flirty.

Sasan snapped back into Full Work Mode, stepping behind the desk to get at the computer mounted in the corner of the room. He didn't have a wrist strap, so he had to do it this way. He signed in, wrote a note to Mohinder and Gabriel, then thought for a second and set it aside. He'd notify them last. He instead pulled up a database with the field agents and their codes listed and glanced at Mitchell. "I'll start from the top, you start from the bottom?" he proposed.

Without waiting for confirmation, Sasan was opening new windows and setting up a text that would hopefully reach everyone out of the Hub, with an emergency tone. Certainly, anyone out on assignment wouldn't be able to make it back, but at least they'd be informed.