#r6 thermite (brief appearance)

[unbindingkerberos]

Lost Kitten

Warning(s): Violence

Author's Notes: Probably the first fic that I've put much effort. The fic is named after a song after METRIC and it makes a brief appearance in the fic. Hope you enjoy :)

Words: 2971

Tags: @poisonedtruth @unpetitoiseau @chadillacboseman @children-of-epiales @infinitewhore @shegetsburned @linoleum-ice

Smoke wafts in the air as the scene in front unfolds. Debris scattered the ground and the black marks on the walls that made them. Men and women alike wailed in pain as they were struck with wounds; some minor and some dealing fatal blows. Gustave and a handful of other medics surround the scene treating the wounded while the other operators help. 

This wasn't what Marius was expecting when he returned from a mission. He had completely forgotten about his teammates and rushed to the scene, hoping Henry was alright. But his fear, the coiling sensation in his stomach, increases when he can't see him anywhere. He hears himself calling his name but is met with silence. Marius searches aimlessly, his voice close to a scream. 

Marius should have stayed-- helped with the others fending them off. But who could have started this? Deimos. It was Deimos. It was obviously him. He had been getting more bolder with his attacks.

Something shiny catches his eye.

It shimmered in the soot of a broken wall that splattered like dried blood. He steps closer and crouches down. He picks up and shakes the soot off of the object. Marius felt his heart stop and his eyes went wide. His hand shakes as he moves the item closer: the familiar head of Henry's Leeches. He feels his world crashing down; spiraling uncontrollably. 

He hears a pair of footsteps behind him. Marius turns to see Jordan and Emil-- who recently joined. "Jordan?" He brings himself to his feet and approaches them. His feet never felt so heavy and each step he took was painfully tantalizing. "Jordan.." He lets Leech's head clatter to the floor. "Jordan." Tears sting Marius's eyes as he puts both of his hands on Jordan's shoulders. "Jordan, where's Henry?"

Emil looks to Jordan with a puzzled expression. "He knows the mole--" "Marius." Jordan gives Marius a weak smile, breath hitching once in a while with an uneven pacing. 

"Marius, there's something I have to tell you."

--

"What?!" Jordan couldn't believe what he was hearing. Emil narrows his eyes, leaning closer. "How else would Deimos expect your attacks and penetrate your defenses?" Jordan pinches the bridge of his nose. The situation was getting worse by every passing second.

"You're telling me there's a mole within RAINBOW?" 

Emil nods, making him groan in frustration. There's over a dozen operators and personnel inside the facility. Whoever had done this made sure to cover up their tracks, adding to his pile of problems.

Jordan knew all of the people in the facility-- some even close friends with him. It feels so wrong to engage in a witch hunt but this was the fate of the lives of the people they're talking about here.

He clasps his hands together, trembling slightly.

"You've got anyone in mind?"

--

Emil sees him sometimes. The man with the motorcycle helmet. 

The man would often watch from afar, observing Emil work with Deimos spectating beside him. Other times he'd come close and personal, striking a conversation with him about the formula he's been working on. Although he didn't know Deimos well, Emil very well knows that his employer doesn't allow most of his mercenaries the privilege to show Emil's experiments. Whoever this was, they were important.

Later on, he'd find the mystery man's company to be somewhat tolerable.

"Tell it not to touch that…"

Emil eyes the man's drone, close to remove a vial from the rack. He had forgotten the first time the man let his drones roam in his laboratory. Emil had found them to be quite a nuisance: breaking lab equipment and scaring off his assistants. "Let it have its fun." The man replies, sultry and playful voice muffled by the helmet. Emil huffs. "And let it break another vial?" The man shrugs, watching the drone lay flat on its back after successfully extracting the vial. It chitters erratically and struggles to flip over. Emil notices this and pauses his work, flipping it the other side. "They cost a lot, you know?" With a careful tug, the empty vial is free of the drone's grasp. It walks away with a defeated chitter. "Right, but our employer can supply another batch."

"You abuse his generosity." Emil groans as the mouse begins  to claw itself to death, cracking the containment glass. "And you abuse his patience. You know full well he demands a perfected serum." Emil glares at the masked man, nostrils flaring up. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?" Sensing his rising anger, the man chuckles.

"Already have and now I'm here to kill time, something wrong with that wolf boy?"

Emil rolls his eyes. He hated that nickname. "Yes, you're interrupting my progress-- you and you're--" Emil trails off seeing the drone sliding a drawer open before burrowing its entire weight inside, shredding papers in the process--"pet…." 

"Aww, don't be like that Fenrir." He pinches Emil's cheeks eliciting an annoyed growl from the Norwegian. The audacity that the man has to treat him like some sort of child. "I know you enjoy their company." While he doesn't like to admit, Emil those somewhat find amusement with the drones. He'd compare them to puppies-- if they were weirdly shaped and have a surveillance camera for a head. 

Something vibrates in the man's pocket and he curses. He steps away and brings the phone to his ear. 

"Yes… I already did." Emil glances at the other, listening quietly. "I've seen that the NIGHTHAVEN equipment would reach the designated coordinates… No doubt, they'll send us to ambush them…" The man scoffs. "Trust the process, I'll make a distraction for Cohen and her lapdogs then I'll give you the intel. No changes." He hangs up. 

"Who's Cohen?"

"I didn't take you as an eavesdropper, Fenrir." The man slings a backpack on his arms, the straps fitting nicely. "But I suggest you don't ask anymore questions." The man flashes a look. "For your sake." His hand was floating on the door handle when Emil called for him. He tosses something and the man intercepts, chuckling upon viewing the object. "Nearly forgot about you…" The drone chitters angrily before crawling into a pocket. 

"Wait.."

"What now?"

Emil steps forward. "What are you and Deimos really up to?" There has been some growing suspicion that everything wasn't as it seems. Everything doesn't add up and the questions he's asked about his employment is ignored or belittled. This time the man steps forward, too close that sends Emil retreating into a corner. All the playfulness from earlier vanished and was replaced into something else.

For the first time, the man lifts his visor up revealing cold brown eyes-- devoid of emotion and he feels like staring into the eyes of a predator. "Do your job and I do mine. Ask the wrong questions and you'll regret it."

The man leaves and Emil is left with more questions.

What has he gotten himself into?

--

"Mr. Trace.." Henry looks up to see him surrounded by armed guards. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Jordan sits in front of him. The people in the cafeteria fall silent and watch. Henry feels his blood throbbing violently and his finger itches for a trigger. Something clangs to the table only for it to be one of his Leeches. He musters up a forced smile. "M16, what did you do this time?" A figure steps forward and Henry's smile nearly drops. 

Emil Svensson stands behind Jordan, eyes focused on him. Henry bites his lower lip and flashes a look at the Leech who seemed to understand the situation. He taps his feet to the floor, feeling the many crawling legs of his Leeches depart to the floor. 

Fuck.

"It's him." Emil says and Jordan nods to the guards. Henry groans when his head hits the table, arms positioned to his back and wrists cuffed. For good measure, one of the guards takes off his watch, a scowl present on his face.

"Jordan, what's going on?" Elias enters the scene, glancing at Henry then back to Jordan. "Don't worry, we'll explain everything to you later.." Henry struggles and catches a glimpse of the German's horrified expression. "Take him to interrogation." Jordan orders and Henry groans in pain when the guards force him up. He hears the growing argument between Elias and Jordan as they leave.

"I had a feeling it was you." Henry stares at Emil. "The moment they said that a member of Deimos's organization defected to RAINBOW, I knew it had to be you…" Emil's face hardens and he gives Henry a fierce look. "Deimos is a dangerous man who won't stop killing millions to get what he wants." He points a damning finger. "And you helped him.."

"Their deaths were necessary.."

"Necessary for what?!" They've stopped now and the guards' grip on him tightened. "What kind of future do you see with the deaths of millions of lives?" Henry smiles. "A peaceful one-- who'd want to start a war knowing the cost of lives that made it possible?" Emil's fist clenched but made no move to strike. "You're insane."

"And so is this.."

A group of Leeches latch on to the guards, crushing their bones with ease. They squirm and groan in pain as they struggle to free them of their flesh. Emil moves to draw his gun, but is stopped when one of his Leeches launches itself to his face, knocking him out. Onlookers screamed and ran away from the scene but Henry ignored them as T7 freed him from his cuffs while Z20 took his watch from a guard's pocket and tossed it to him.

"Great teamwork everyone." Henry looks over to the exit. He makes a run for it with the Leeches trailing behind. He hears voices behind him followed by zipping bullets. One manages to hit his shoulder but he doesn't stop running. Another grazes his side and still he doesn't stop. His Leeches scatter to the walls and ceilings. "A12 stop.." He's managed to get outside now, the sun heating him up and wind tugging at the loose flesh from his open wound. The Leech in question stops itself from joining the others and chirps curiously. He picks it up and whispers something to it before letting it scurry away.

"Adler!" He looks up to see Jordan with a couple of operators, guns pointing at him. "Adler, stop what you're doing." The man orders the others to lower their weapons. Despite the unease and protests, they comply. "Adler… Please don't make us do this. Think about him-- about Marius." Henry clenches his jaw tightly. He gulps. 

"Don't--" he lifts his arm up-- "talk to me about Marius…"

Jordan's eyes widen and he looks up to the ceiling then to the walls. "Everyone, fall back! RUN!"

His shoulder felt so heavy, feeling the blood trickle of the fresh wound. Henry smiles widely and his finger presses a button on the watch. The Leeches began rapidly beeping and panic fuels the operators, encouraging them to run faster.

"Boom."

And Henry sends Hell to RAINBOW's doorstep. Using the chaos to his advantage and gathering his remaining strength, Henry gets on his bike and drives off amidst the smoke.

He'll understand. Marius loves me and he'll understand. His arms tremble at the thought. He'll understand… He has too. Henry closes his eyes, feeling the heat of the sun and dripping sweat. I'm doing this for the fate of this world. Of course he'll understand… Right?

He opens his eyes. There's no turning back now and he's reached the point of no return.

--

Marius slumps against the door and slides down. He engages in a tight embrace with Henry's motorcycle jacket. Henry's room was cleaned out for inspection. They've taken most of his things and Marius could only retrieve a few. He buries his face into the leather, breathing in his scent. He left in a hurry. He forgot to take his jacket with him. Everything felt like a bad dream and Marius hoped that he'd wake up soon. But everytime he opens his eyes, Marius is painfully reminded that this was reality. That everything happened.

Did he use him for information? Did Henry actually love him? Marius wouldn't dare to delve deeper into those questions, knowing it would hurt him more. He'd try to counter it back with that memory of Henry saving him from that explosion and all those genuine moments they shared with each other. But it wasn't enough to drown out those thoughts. Instead it amplified them and Marius wished they would just disappear. He feels his phone vibrate but he ignores it. The first thing that will be on its screen would be a photo of Henry; smiling widely as they sat on the beach, watching the sunset. 

He just wishes everything would go back to the way it is. 

Something crashes inside the vents. Marius's head is quick to spring up, staring intensely at the source. The grating comes off and a familiar shape falls to the floor. 

"You.."

Marius recognises the Leech, A12-- the drone crawling towards him. Everyone said that Henry used his entire stock for his escape but it appears they were wrong. Marius offers his palm and A12 hops to the surface. "What are you doing here?"

It chitters in morse code, Marius listening carefully. The German tears up upon the last word.

With this drone, I'll always be with you.

[NOW PLAYING "Lost Kitten - METRIC"]

He chokes on his tears as he brings the Leech closer to his chest. The moment was short lived when a knock sent Marius tensing up, wiping away his tears.

"Marius--" it's Elias--"are you okay in there?" Marius looks over to the Leech now staring at him. Logic dictates for him to bring the drone over to Elena and the others to extract footage from the camera. But he can't. He won't.

"Ja, I am…"

("Don't say yes, if you can't say no~")

"Alright, then.. Take care, I'll give you more time.." Unseen footsteps trail off, growing fainter and fainter.

Ever since he had heard the news, the other operators came to his comfort. Elias being one of them. He admires his fellow German's personality and is grateful for it. But it isn't enough to get him back into high spirits. 

("Victim of the system, say it isn't so~)

And he's back to being alone. He returns his focus to A12 still in his palm, snuggling its entire weight against his hollow chest. ("Squatted on the doorstep, swollen on the blow~") His smile returns even for a quick moment. ("Leaving without you can't say no~") 

Komm zu mir zurück, Liebling.

("Halfway starts with happiness for me~")

--

("Halfway house, lost kitten in the streets~")

The sun begins to set as Henry continues to drive. His vision starts to get hazy no doubt from the blood loss. He doesn't know how long he's been driving and he jokes that this is some sort of purgatory and that he's already dead. The looming complex from the distance comes to his view. ("Hit me where it hurts, I'm coming home to lose~")

Nearing the base Henry is stopped by guards. He identifies himself and the guards allow him passage. Henry parks his motorcycle near some vehicles and steps off. The moment his feet reach the ground ("Kitten on the catwalk, high-heeled shoes~") he loses his vision and his whole world goes black. 

--

The moment he regains his consciousness, Henry feels like shit. His wound was all patched up but everything else hurt. His head throbbed ("No more hard-headed Saturdays~") and his eyes strained from the harsh lighting. Deimos pays him a visit and Henry can tell even with the mask that the man was irritated and amused by Henry's current predicament. They exchanged some "friendly" banter and poorly disguised threats before they went straight to the point.

"It was Svensson wasn't it?"

"Who else would it be?"

Deimos sighs, fingers twitching. "He was always weak-minded-- failing to see the bigger picture." ("They got it, they want it, they give it away~") Deimos lets out a low dry laugh. "Oh well, the plan will carry on, with or without Svensson." Henry must have made a face because he feels a sudden grip on his chin. "What's the matter Babel?" Henry gasps as Deimos pushes his chin up to meet his gaze. "Made some friends there? Having--" the grip on his tightens, the texture of Deimos's gloves digging into his skin-- "second thoughts?" 

Henry glares daggers at Deimos, heart pounding in his chest. He would never let this man make him fear him. ("Tell me one thing that you would never do~") "Then I would have never come here in the first place." Henry bites back, restraining himself. Deimos hums. Despite not being satisfied with the answer, Deimos lets him go. 

"Report to me first thing tomorrow morning." Once Deimos was gone, Henry let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. 

He puts on some clothes that were laid out for him. I didn't know you're thoughtful, Henry sneers. He finds himself sitting alone in infirmary, finding no energy to leave. With his thoughts running loose, Henry's mind wanders but all he could see was him ("I was looking for a hooker when I found you~").

That reminds him.

He checks his digital watch and checks A12's live feed ("You've got my eyes, you've got my eyes~"). The screen crackles to life showcasing a sleeping Marius and Henry smirks. You've finally slept early. His finger reaches for Marius but he draws it back ("You'll never be mine, ahhh~"). He turns the screen off, the black mirrored surface reflecting Henry's blank slate of a face ("But you've got my eyes~").

Goodnight.

[PAUSE SONG]

[unbindingkerberos]

Conversing

Words: 1157

Warnings: None

Author's Note: Slight ooc???

Tags: @poisonedtruth @children-of-epiales @shegetsburned @unpetitoiseau

BOOM!

The walls within the training room rumbled from the explosion. "And that's it for Theta-15." Henry adjusts his watch. The other Leeches with him were Alpha-3 and Tango-7 who lifted up the debris of their fallen sibling and carried it away. "What did I say about lifting things up?" The drones look at him. He motions for the Leeches to hand over the leftover remains. Reluctantly they agreed and gave the pieces back to their creator. Henry tuts as he inspects one of the pieces. "The last thing I want is for you two to tip over and flail around helplessly." Both of them chirp regretfully and crawl up to Henry's leg who scoops them up and carefully shoves him down his vest pocket.

The walk back to his personal quarters was anything but interesting. Men and women alike with varied professions within the Rainbow facility walk past him. Some hastily sped up their pace upon recognising him while others forced a greeting. It was obvious none of these people did not appreciate his presence but Henry cared less for their opinions. 

--

With a focused look, Henry meticulously repaired the drone on his desk. Below him A3 and T7 tumbled and clashed as per their usual play fights. Finally, the Leech was as good as new. Activating it with his digital watch, the revived Leech sprung into life. "Theta-16. Good to see you again." Henry watched in satisfaction as T16 took its first steps. The drone struggled with its footing for a while before it had completely quickly adjusted. Leaping out of the table, T16 ambushed A3 who was on the verge of claiming victory against T7. Henry sighs and rests his head against the surface of the desk. The door opens and Henry turns to see a man carrying what appears to be a large drone. 

"Hallo." The man waves. Henry just stares and turns his head back to rest in its former position. He could hear steps behind him and a polite, "Entschuldigen Sie mich, bitte" followed by a mechanical chattering from his Leeches. He feels a heavy thud from the table next to him. An awkward and tense silence ensues.

"Do you like spending time here?"

Henry looks to meet the man-- visage masked by a pilot's helmet and mask. "Pardon?" 

"I've noticed you come here a lot." Was the man's reply, still fixated on the device he was working on. Now, Henry was not one for small talk or in fact conservations. But if someone starts one Henry is obligated to reply. After all, Amarice didn't teach him rude manners. "I prefer it here." He could feel the other lighten up. "I know, ja? If I could choose any place in the world to take a vacation, it would be here." Henry hums in acknowledgement. Perhaps the conversation would end--

"What are they called?"

--Never mind.

"My drones?" Henry confirmed. The man nodded, pausing his work. "They're called Leeches. They--" In a lengthy exposition, Henry explains his Leeches' schematics, their ability to hold onto targeted objects and intended use for blowing things up. The other man listened carefully, clearly interested in the information. "Such a unique device." The man praised. Henry would be lying if he said that it didn't at all fuel his ego. "You flatter me." He snorts, a phantom of a smile tugging in his lips. He shifts his attention to the device. "What does that do?" That proved to be a huge mistake to Henry's part as he was bombarded into an overwhelming conversation.

He had come to learn that device was called the ADS-MKVIV "Magpie," bragging that he proved others wrong with his invention and added that it had been successfully used on ships and tanks. He also said that his name was Marius "Jäger" Streicher, his birthday was tomorrow, his ramblings about a documentary about AI, his favorite movies and--

At this point, Henry felt dizzy. He made no comment or effort to end the conversation as he was both bewildered and confused by what just happened. He didn't even notice that three of his Leeches were on his shoulder chirping in agreement and intrigued by the ongoing conversation. 

It felt like an eternity, listening to the German much to Henry's irritation. But to his own surprise he finds himself somewhat enjoying it.

"Do you know who I am?" Henry finally asks. 

"Ja."

"And?"

"I think they might be exaggerating. You seem fun to talk to." Henry physically recoils from the reply. His mouth stuttered, finding no words. This was a first, Henry thinks. To think someone actually enjoys being with him. It had struck something inside him. Something primal. Something--

"What are you doing?"

Both turn their heads to meet Elena's shocked gaze. Marius was quick to reply but Henry interjects. "Mr. Streicher here has been providing… useful facts about the creation of his Magpie, nothing too important." He rises from his seat and feels his drones' little legs move back to his vest pocket. "I'll take my leave now." However his legs protest at the doorway. 

"Henry."

Elena and Marius stared at him in confusion.

"Was?"

"You can call me Henry."

As he leaves, he could faintly hear the hushed voice of Elena saying, "What the fuck?"

--

"Uhhhh Marius, what is that?" Jordan points at the huge black box that Marius had. "It's a gift." Marius replies happily. "Is it supposed to be beeping?" He asked, concern seeping in his voice. "I'm not sure."

Jordan and Elena exchanged nervous glances. "Marius, do you mind if you give that to me for a while?" Elena asks. Marius obliges and gives no protest. She presses her ear to the box and to her growing terror, the beeping rapidly quickens. "Marius, who gave this to you?" 

"Oh. It was that new operator from NIGHTHAVEN."

Everyone in the room paled from the sudden realisation. Elena dropped the box to the floor and yelled, "BOMB! EVERYONE FALL BACK!" Instantly the room was filled with the exclaimed voices of other operators: from Olivier's loud merde to Dominic's chanting of Scheiße. Elena and the others dove to the ground, palms covering ears. 

To their surprise however, the box shoots a colorful barrage of confetti that showered down the operator's confused faces. "Confetti?" Max said, a couple falling down his wrist. The box was open now and cautiously everyone moved in to get a better look. It was a vanilla cake with the red cursive frosting of "Happy Birthday Marius" and strawberry toppings. 

The bewildered operators stood there in silence. "So," everyone turns to Marius, "let's dig in?"

--

Unbeknownst to them, Henry had been viewing the entire ordeal with the help of Hotel-21. Due to the small size of his digital watch he decided to stream it through his laptop. His smirk grew wider and Henry chuckled in amusement.

"Happy birthday, Mr. Streicher," he raises his whiskey filled wine glass, "Happy birthday."

[unbindingkerberos]

Clandestine Meeting

Words: 887

Warning(s): None

Tags: @poisonedtruth @children-of-epiales @shegetsburned @unpetitoiseau

"Adler, where the hell are you?" A voice crackles in Henry's comms. "Taking care of some pests, Cohen." Henry replies, voice obscured by rapid firing coming from his assault rifle. The mercenaries had just cornered him into a dead end. The only thing stopping the bullets from killing him was a wall that that he was leaning on-- chunks of it clattering to the floor.. "I'll send in reinforcements they'll--" "No, no need." He manages to shoot three mercenaries down. Eliza's voice starts to rise in anger but Henry turns the comms off before she could even start. He doesn't want her nagging to get in his way. The rifle eventually jams and Henry sighs in irritation, ducking from the zipping bullets. He feels something crawl out of his vest pockets and smiles.  

"Zulu-20.."  

The drone chirps in acknowledgement. "Make me proud." The drone makes haste and crawls to the mercenaries. The enemies were so focused on taking out Henry that they didn't notice the little drone. Viewing the footage from Z20 from his watch, Henry got a clear picture of the other side. With a twisted smile, he opens another application.  

Just by a single tap, the mercenaries were gone in a loud, explosive flash and all that was left of them was a large spot of soot and fallen debris. Henry wolf whistles, examining his latest work. Feeling a presence behind him, Henry pulls out his pistol and-- 

He tuts and puts the pistol back into his holster. "I could have shot you, Deimos."

"Do you have what I asked for?" 

Henry tosses something to him. The other man receives it, revealing the item in his palm. Deimos huffs. The item in question is a sleek black USB drive; containing sensitive information within the RAINBOW organization from operator files to the facility's floor plan. "I knew I could rely on you." Deimos tucks the drive in his pocket. Henry rolls his eyes, scoffing. "Were you beginning to question my loyalty or my ability?"

Deimos laughs dryly. "Did you really have to ask? Loyalty to you is simply nonexistent." He moves in closer and Henry narrows his eyes. "As for your ability to get the job done, well it was exceptional." Deimos glances at the area where Z20 detonated. "I remembered when RAINBOW was just like this: a ruthless and merciless pack of apex predators who gave not a single damn." Deimos sighs, reminiscing of the old days of bloodshed and violence. 

"But that came to an end when Harry stepped in as the new Six, I'm guessing." Henry replied, a bored and sardonic tone in his voice. Deimos stares at him, an ominous air in the wind. "You already have suspicions on what I'm going to do next right?" Henry nods. The other man laughs, clasping both his hands together. "Right, I forgot. You don't give a damn about anyone.." 

Henry huffs in annoyance when Deimos's gloved hand lifts his chin. "Which is why you confuse me, Babel. You clearly don't show loyalty to anyone but yourself. However--" with his other hand, Deimos taps his forehead--"you still work for them. For Harry. Why not join my cause? I need predators like you to take down men like Harry." Henry's nostrils flared and he swatted away Deimos's hand. 

"I don't think I'm inclined to reply."

The sound of gunfire and shouting mercenaries were faint but slowly growing near. "I guess this marks the end for our appointment." Deimos grins behind his mask. He gives Henry a few pats in the back before walking away-- disappearing in the shadows. The sounds of footsteps were growing louder. Henry switched his comms back on.

"Adler!"

Henry meets Eliza's furious gaze and returns with a smile. "Ah! Still in one piece I see!" The woman marches toward him, Jordan following behind. Her arm was about to swing at Henry when Jordan intervened. "Ash, don't. It's not worth it." 

Its always like this after missions, Henry thought. They should have at least gotten used to it by this point. A voice crackles in their comms telling them that the mission is complete and that transportation is on the way. As they left however, Henry could still feel that lingering presence.

--

It was after he repaired his drone when Henry received an encrypted message from Deimos. The task was to monitor Harry and notify Deimos when something interesting or valuable is noted. Henry hums and purses his lips in deep thought.

"Henry!"

He looks behind him to see Marius approaching him. He lifts a brow. "What brings you here?" There were a couple of possibilities playing in his mind. Does Marius want to talk more about his Leeches? Or perhaps the German wants to ask Henry's opinion on modifications he plans to make on the Magpie. 

"There's this documentary I found about upcoming technological innovations and I think you might like it.."

Henry's mouth went agape, baffled by the offer. "You want me to watch a documentary with you?" Marius nods eagerly. He bites his lower lip; remembering the task he was given. He could just tell Marius that he isn't interested but at the same time, he doesn't. Oh well. Stalking Harry and his every move could wait.

"I can see nothing wrong with that. Have you decided the time?"