He walked into their safe house, as the gentle afternoon breeze that liked to ascend the hill during that time of day flowed through the uncomfortably hot house via the back windows, which overlooked the Headquarters. He found them talking on the solitary cane lounge, which stood in the centre of the conspicuously empty room. Suddenly the build-up of air rushed through the open door to its inevitable release and caused the door to slam shut.

After seeing Stu returned him the slightest of nods and without saying a word he crashed heavily onto the low wooden stool beside the lounge, shaking its' legs to the point of near collapse. While she was more concerned about the necessity of the meeting and held her silence for the moment content just to watch every move; searching for some hint as to what this impromptu meeting was all about.