 Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy
It didn't take long for one Albert Morgenstern to show up right after James Draper, after doing a quick recap of their theories and probable solutions to their current predicament. It sure was unprecedented, but nonetheless, he was quite optimistic for today's operation. It would have been perfect if he had the option to stay behind and deploy his division's team instead. He was however delighted to see one of his own on the field, about to do what he hated the most: legwork.
The man did a quick scan of the area as he re-adjusted his tie, and straightened out his coat. Albert squinted at the sight before him, keeping a very safe distance away from it, and had the feeling that it was indeed an identity-- a result most likely from accidental or illegal breeding if his theories with Draper were correct. Keeping his eyes peeled on the mist, he too got his wand out and sauntered towards the forming group. He tried to take note of the people who were already there and added them to the roster in his head. He'd been planning a solution since their department got the directive from the Minister, and he thought it would be helpful to know who was involved and how they could help them carry the operation.
But then again, most of the time, operations don't go as planned. Not when emergencies like this one required all of them to think on their feet. Still, he came prepared. He'd rather have his theories with him at least, than gawk stupidly at the situation.
Legwork. Merlin.
__________________  "It didn't go quite as planned." | The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale. |