Gavin lifted a hand briefly to his forehead, feeling a little bit stressed. Or annoyed. Or dumbfounded. He really wasn't sure which it was at the moment. All he knew was that this kid was strange. Very strange. And although he was pretty convinced, he was wondering how somebody so happy and, well ... gay, for lamest terms, could really be a terrorist on the interior.

"Thanks for the warning," Gavin said with a nod as his eyebrows perked upward. "I'll try not to take too many photos." With that, he half turned on his heel, beginning for the door. "Now if you will excuse me, Mr. Apollon."

"Leaving so soon? I'll see you later, secret agent man." Termad hopped up from the table, to watch him leave. He didn't want him snooping, after all. He didn't have anything suspicious in the house at the moment, but he was a private sort of person when it came to his personal belongings.

He seemed to enjoy the fact that Gavin was a little befuddled by him. In fact, that seemed to drive him to irritate him even more.

"I'm sure you will," Gavin said briefly as he glanced behind him to look at Termad one last time. Finally, though, he was out the door, shutting it behind him and he made his way back toward that beautiful black car he wanted to take home so badly. Maybe they would reward him with it once he caught this terrorist. This terrorist ... This kid was a freaking fruitcake, Gavin had observed. He just couldn't wait for this surveillance period. Which, in reality, of course, he could. He could wait a hundred years, for all he cared.

So, Gavin stepped back into his car, leaning back in the seat a bit and taking a deep breath. He didn't even have a coffee. Seriously. This was going to be a long night.

Termad immediately set to work setting up a lovely show for his secret 'admirer.' He promptly flitted around the house, making sure the lights were on in every room and each window was completely unblocked. He even removed the curtains on one of them to make it much easier to see. He conducted all of his business in the basement, after all. There were no windows leading into the basement, and only one door, which was hidden.

This was sure to be a fun experience.

A couple of moments passed as Gavin let out a short yawn, shifting through his pockets to see if he had anything small to munch on. Nothing. He must have eaten everything on the trip over. Understandable since it had been a long trip. His eyes shifted back toward the house and he noticed each light flicking on. He even caught sight of that same boy removing in one of the rooms. Gavin gritted his teeth and shook his head. "Fantastic. This is just fantastic."

Termad peered out at Gavin, grinning widely, and gave him a wave. He went on his merry way, doing what he normally did. Tonight was a party night. In his bathroom, which was dark green, he could be seen through the window styling his hair into wild spikes. It became obvious at this time that he had two-toned hair--his hair near the front was silver, while the rest was white.

He was preparing for the party.

Gavin instinctively glanced away the moment Termad spotted him and sent him an enthusiastic wave. He couldn't stand how blatantly amused the kid was. He'd yet to get this type of a reaction, but he supposed that there was a first time for everything.

Once he decided it was safe to look back, he turned his head to catch site of the boy walking into his green bathroom. The agent was desperately hoping that he could see something suspicious, something that would give him a reason to barge in there and maybe even arrest him. Ah, but he was getting ahead of himself, especially because all Termad seemed to be doing right now was grooming himself.

Termad wasn't an overly-confident person. But, he just couldn't allow himself to take the American government seriously. He never had, and probably never would. Termad was just finishing his hair-styling when the first few cars pulled up to his home.

He scurried downstairs and let them in. They were all young, cheery kids, around his age. The contacts he made explosives for were in their twenties, and they reported to a much older member of a prominent terrorist group here in Russia. As soon as he let the first group in, he turned the music on and the lights went off. He let several more in throughout the night.

His contacts looked much the same as all of the other party-goers, when they finally arrived--they also towed along a large group with them. Termad let them in, and for another hour or so, they all just partied. It wasn't apparent, since it was dark inside, when Termad and his two buddies slipped down into the basement to conduct their deal.

A sigh escaped his lips as he glanced away from the lit windows. He was getting tired of having to watch this kid groom himself and he started fidgeting with his phone a bit, thinking about giving his partner a call to see how she was doing. Suddenly, though, a few cars began to pull up and Gavin suddenly became attentive again as he watched through the mirror. It was a group of kids around Termad's age and he was sure he saw the boy at the door when they were let into the house. And moments later, the lights were off and he could hear the faint beating of music.

Really?

Soon enough, there were more cars pulling up and more kids were piling into the house. He waited awhile longer, itching for something to happen. It really seemed like a regular party, though. But Gavin couldn't help but feel like something was off with this entire picture.

Their deal only took fifteen minutes. When they finished, Termad reappeared in the crowd, dancing away with a bunch of his friends. A group of four or five, including Termad's two friends, slipped out to greet more arriving guests, and to fish around in their cars. Three of them came back with a case of beer.

The other two, Termad's friends, stayed out by the car for a moment longer, chatting it up. They'd slipped the explosives Termad had made them into their car. Before they returned, they dug in the trunk one more time and pulled out an expensive-looking bottle of wine. They locked their car and headed back in--nothing seemed off.