Our introduction to the number of the week comes with Reese coming out of a stairwell and down a hallway, holding a gun and shoving someone behind him. In an expensive suit, who doesn't look competent to be in a firefight. Which doesn't eliminate the possibility that he's the perp this week, but makes it less likely that he's directly responsible for killing anyone. Hiring a hitman, though, holds some potential. We'll have to see!
This week sees nighttime in the library of infinite knowledge and Reese complaining about having to hold still for a suit fitting. Wow, you guys are not stinting on the bones to the slashers, are you. 'cause Finch is playing the part of personal tailor. Though it does make sense, too; there's precious few people Reese would trust that close to him and with all the necessary modifications to hide the weapons he's going to be carrying. And believe you me, there are necessary modifications if you want to hide any kind of a holster. Shoulder in particular, but ankle and waist as well. What Finch is notably not saying is that Reese's regular suits scream I Am A Spyssassin/Man In Black like a neon sign. They're keeping the lights off in the library, too, presumably because they're both still paranoid as fuck after Root and don't want to let anyone know the building's occupied after dark. So, the new number! Is a proprietary trader on Wall Street, and Reese is about as thrilled about dealing with one of those as you might expect. He also knows about as much as I do about stock trading, which is to say not much. It highlights both his probably blue collar upbringing as well as his past occupations (both Ranger and CIA), in which he would have had little need for any knowledge relating to stocks. At any rate, what Adam Saunders does is trade using the bank's money rather than the individual's, which sounds like it's at least vaguely more fiscally responsible than a lot of other options? Also more prone to corruption between banks and traders, if they're in communication. Finch is being fairly distant about this too; he doesn't expect Reese to much like this assignment but he's currently demonstrating that he knows from money and bespoke suits, so there's got to be a careful barrier there. Which speaks to some increased awareness of what Reese does and doesn't like, and willingness to put up with his snapping and snarling. I'd also love to know where the fuck Finch learned to tailor like that. As they bicker, Finch relays the rest of the data: Saunders has had a run-in with the SEC already and might have made enemies with his risk-taking on the trading floor, so Reese gets to "get close to him." To which he puts up, finally, the full objection of not knowing anything about Wall Street. FINCH. Don't be a jackass about Reese's ability to look clever. He's supposed to blend. He's trained for it. Jerk. At least he's providing some background reading and some semi-reassuring snark.