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Harold finished his inventory following his brother's unexpected visit and decided that, all in all, they had gotten off relatively lightly. It seemed only a burner phone and a few other incidentals had gone missing. Knowing Ben's penchant for appropriating what he felt he needed, regardless of ownership, it could certainly have been a lot worse. Harold still had his agent and his Machine, and the set up in the subway station was relatively untouched. In this case it was Decima that had suffered the greatest lost.
Of course another of Ben's bad habits was his tendency to leave it to Harold to clean up his messes. Finch had Reese take him to the church that had been the site of the showdown. He frowned as he surveyed the damage to the building. Fortunately, with Samaritan on its way to the Island, Harold could safely access his funds and could funnel some money to the church to help with the repairs.
But before that there was one other loose thread to take care of. He removed the empty jam jar from his pocket and gave a piercing whistle. Mr. Reese tensed and made a move toward his gun as the shadows in the church began to move. They coiled together and arced upward to form a black cloud over their heads before arrowing down to fill the jam jar. Mission accomplished, it was time to head back to the subway. Back at their base Finch withdrew the jar from his pocket and unscrewed the lid. Neither Bear nor Mr. Reese looked particularly pleased when the smoke monster boiled out of the jar to head off into the shadows.
But that should take care of their ongoing rodent problem.