What the HELL Are You Doing?

[Brooklyn Fisher]

Brooke, to say the least, was absolutely livid and she really didn't even know why.  Of course she knew why she was upset now, what with the security guard manhandling her on the way out of the office, but if asked she wasn't all that sure what had caused her to storm the office building in the first place.  It was obvious the man in question hadn't traveled to Kalispell, Montana because she'd recently relocated there but there was something about knowing he was so close that set Brooke off.  So there she was, all 5'9" (6' in the heels she was wearing), 120 lbs of her being escorted rather forcefully from the building.

When all was to be said and done, Brooke would probably be somewhat proud of her that she'd managed to get so far into the building before being stopped.  She'd actually made her way to the floor where Argos' office was located, of course that she'd been ale to learn this information during her little excursion at all would also be put on her list of things she did right.

'Close' rarely counted during such adventures and this one had been derailed before Brooke could see it to a proper ending.  She twisted and squirmed against the iron grip of the security guard as she was forcefully hauled out of the lobby by her arm.  "Ow!"  She swatted impotently at the mountain of a man in the suit as he drug her along.  "I'm going to sue for assault!"  She threatened, which prompted another sharp yank.  With a yelp of pain she abruptly shut up until her eyes fell on none other than Argos Wren himself, climbing out the back of an expensive sedan.  "Argos!"  Brooke called, waving her free arm even though she was only twenty feet from the prominent business man.  "Will you tell this suited gorilla that you know me?"  She grumbled defiantly.

[Argos Wren]

The commotion outside of his transport earned a glance up from the newspaper the CEO was skimming, although from his position he couldn't see the exact cause behind the backs of his burly security; There had been a number of recent irritations in the form of AMA members making some desperate attempt to protest outside of Hornet, so Argos merely suspected that to be the reason for the afternoon disturbance. He gave a exasperated sigh, folding up the paper and laying it down beside him as his driver made the flourish of opening his door; He had no intention on hiding away in the back of the car until the situation had calmed, and rather was going to take great enjoyment in openly walking past the suspected protestors.
It wasn't as though he felt unprotected, given the amount of other people around him.
Argos climbed out of the car, adjusting his suit jacket, just as the loud cry of his name caused him to tense, his gaze snapping to the root cause of the problem. Waving her arm when she was only mere feet away from him was a woman Argos frankly had hoped to avoid.

Argos had been long aware of Brooke's presence in Kalispell, but that didn't mean he had any intention of seeking her out nor was she in any sense of the word the reason for his relocation. To consider that as even a potential drive for the move was frankly laughable. He did, however, expect the dark haired journalist to rear her ugly head in her designer heels at some point along the line. What he hadn't expected however, was to see Brooke Fisher being manhandled out of Hornet's offices by his security; Although he had to admit the sight wasn't exactly surprising. He narrowed his gaze, taking a breath to calm the slight unease that had momentarily gripped him before merely continuing on his path to the entrance to the building. He had no need to even grace the woman with so much as a word.

Oh but there were many words she DID deserve.

He paused in his footsteps, his brow furrowed with distinct irritation; She knew he didn't want to see her, but had come storming to his offices regardless? What exactly was the woman's motivation? Well, that was simple enough. Brooke Fisher was generally only after one thing. Still, curiosity had stirred within the CEO, and with a roll of his eyes he turned heel to face the men still attempting to hurl the woman off his property. "... Leave her. She's a reporter, we have an appointment," He spoke firmly, giving a small dismissive wave, not even bothering to give Brooke a glance until he finally chose to address her. His gaze scanned her quickly, making little attempt to hide his displeasure at her presence. "Follow me, Miss.Fisher." His words were more an order then a request.

[Brooklyn Fisher]

Brooke flailed about the moment she heard the order to release her. She swatted impotently at the massive security guard's arm before stiffening mightily as he glared down at her. It was rare that Brooke found herself intimidated but the sheer size and power of the man coupled with the daunting figure of Argos Wren standing nearby made even someone like Brooke know when she was over matched. And yet she still had the instinct to throw a snide comment at the guard. "Yeah!" She nearly spat before what Argos had said fully sank in and she glanced at the CEO, dumbfounded. "Wait. What?"

There was a pause as Brooke gathered herself. Argos had already started moving and the security guard was watching her, none to pleased with her presence or that he'd been prevented from removing her from the building for good. It didn't matter. She was in. In an act of pure maturity she actually stuck her tongue out at the security guard before turning and starting to follow Argos as he'd demanded.

She trotted a bit to catch up to the CEO and, for some reason, fell in just a step behind him. Brooke couldn't tell you why she was here. It certainly wasn't a story. If she wanted to make light of her previous encounters with the esteemed Mr. Wren she had plenty of ammunition. No, she was here for a different reason. A reason it hurt her to even think about.

Brooke wanted to see him. Just once.

[Argos Wren]

Argos could hear the dark haired woman's heels tapping behind him; Such a sharp, slightly off kilter sound. Argos was certain, even without his heightened senses, he could pick out that exact clanking of designer heels from a multitude of footsteps. He took a slow breath as he entered the building, the cool, clean cut lines of Hornet's offices calming the CEO's unease; The entire place, along with Hornet's research hospital and his own apartment, had been designed and built with not only the idea of for filling it's necessary purpose as well as being atheistically pleasing, but each form and colour was painstakingly selected to enhance the calming effect it would have upon Argos... Anything he could do to help control his unpredictable ability. It simply made sense, given this was now where he spent the majority of his time.

And right now, he felt he needed all the help he could get. He wasn't afraid of Brooke Fisher... Far from it. But they hadn't exactly parted ways on pleasant terms, and seeing her again was only digging at old wounds he'd rather not see bleed again; The shock of seeing her outright had certainly knocked him a little off kilter, but he was already mentally hardening his resolve if her plan was to claw her way back into his bank account. No doubt she had some sob story all prepared.

The CEO gave a welcoming nod and a well rehearsed smile to various employees he passed, noticing how they cast the reporter behind him stern stares, likely due to the embarrassing show she'd performed moments earlier during her expulsion from the building. With a professional air, Argos led Brooke to the elevator which ascended the length of the building to his office on the top floor; As soon as the door closed upon them both.
"... Well that was quite the dignified display out there, Brooke," He spoke lowly, sarcasm layering his words, folding his arms across his chest. He didn't even glance at her. "At least you've given something for my employes to talk about." He then left a moment's pause, the silence almost deafening. He then finally gave an irritated sigh, his stance relaxing slightly. "... What the hell are you doing here?" He questioned, his tone a little softer despite himself, his gaze now risking attempting to meet her eyeline.

[Brooklyn Fisher]

Brooke didn't usually follow anyone. Ever. Not literally or figuratively. If her loud, boisterous attempt to infiltrate Argos' office hadn't been evidence enough she was a woman who certainly enjoyed dancing to the beat of a very different drum than most. Typically it was a very alcohol soaked drum with little thought given to feelings or repercussions of actions but even she was puzzled as to why this all felt different. Maybe it was the knowledge that she was meeting Argos on his own terms. They were on his turf and if he so willed it he could have her physically removed and possibly jailed with a mere wave of his hand.

Nevertheless, Brooke trailed along behind Argos like a lost, uncertain puppy. She remained a few steps behind and out of view for fear that he would see the curiously unsure expression that she struggled to force from her features. After stepping onto the elevator after Argos, Brooke stood rigidly beside him, jumping at the soft sound of the doors sliding closed before giving way to the gentle hum as it began to carry them up to his office. She almost started again as Argos' voice cut through the achingly harsh silence.

"What are you doing here?" Brooke shot back, the severity of her tone bellied by the distinct lack of ammunition she had for her rebuttal. "You were supposed to stay in New York." Brooke huffed as she crossed her arms definitely over her chest like a pouting little girl and glanced away, taking in the blank wall of the elevator. Even now she almost steadfastly refused to look him in the eye. "Not come out here and..." She trailed off leaving little doubt that she was just as confused by her actions as he was.