"Is he in?" Leo posed the question to the woman before Nolan's door, earning a nod in return.
"Thank you," he said before making his way to the door and then knocking on the frame.
"You wanted to see me?" Leo's voice carried in softly as he opened the door, still in his training gear despite them finishing drills an hour ago.
Nolan looked up from his desk and gave a small nod.
"Yeah. Won't take long. Come in, sit."
Leo stepped inside, easing himself into the chair across from him.
The boy sat with his back straight, hands clasped together on his lap, while his foot tapped nervously against the floor.
"Were you still with Thompson?" Nolan asked, looking at the teenager in front of him, to which Leo nodded.
"That dumb..., Dawson told him to take it easy after drills," Nolan said, studying Leo's face for a moment before leaning back slightly in his chair.
"I take it you've met an agent called Noah Sarin?"
