Four years later.
"lEt'S fInD oUt tOgEthEr, he said!" Finn smacked at the keyboard as he pulled up another video feed on his monitor. In the last four years, he's rarely left the surveillance room. It's not that he doesn't like his job. It's easy, and he makes decent money, but he thought life would be a little more exciting now that he was friends with a god and a demon. It was not. He knew all about their work, and he wanted to help. Still, when they stuck him in here with the excuse that they needed him to watch people on their list, it didn't take him long to figure out they were keeping him away from the real action.
We have completed more than half of their list with minimal effort on his part. Sure, he's watched and reported, but fieldwork's different. It's always the same excuse
