The ARC, London

It had been a couple of days since the stories had started to appear in the press. The phone calls had started and like they’d been instructed to, they answered ‘no comment,’. They’d been staying in Cutter’s office at first, even though Connor had started to move his clothes and things to the breakroom and Cutter was thinking of doing the same, he was starting to get more angsty being cooped up in his office. At the moment he and Connor were in his office, going through old reports that Lester had given them to keep them occupied and then Cutter received another call. At first he thought it was the press and he ignored it, then the phone rang again and he sighed and he answered. ( he hadn't thought it was possible for things to get even worse )

[preplayed with the amazing anomaly_research_nerd. Major CW for mentions of trauma, suicidal ideation, recovery from gunshot wounds, mention of loss of a child. NFB for distance but OOC welcome!]