Municipal Convention Center
Alright, not exactly my intended goal, but after this, I feel our more mortal members probably need a stiff drink. God knows I need one. Just need to smooth things over with the Secret Service. How hard can that be?
Oliver thought to himself as he stiffened up from his more wary stance, and began to walk towards the podium's stairs. As he came onto the stage, he straightened up his suit, having come a bit rustled during the fracas, and extended his hand to Agent Livingstone.
" Livingstone, I must admit, this has gone a bit messier than I intended. But as it stands, our assassin is detained, and already safely out of here, so no chance of someone ending him before he talks, along with our senator, who will get a full once over by one of the finest minds I've ever met, so perhaps we can avoid another situation like this in the future. Though I must admit part of this falls on me. While working the crowd, I failed to notice I had two attorney generals, an absolute rookie mistake. All the damn desert combat made me rusty on a standard civilian mission, I've been out of the peaceful intel gathering game for too long. I knew I should have had Alison do that part, as a Marshall she would have noticed it, but her uniform is far more striking than mine."
He wasn't about to mention that Livingstone's own men had failed to see it either on screening the guests. Put the blame solely on himself and the LESP for the moment, no need to make enemies of the Secret Service, especially with the information Garcia had given them earlier. Livingstone could be a powerful ally if they had to take down his boss.
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