02-13-2014, 07:53 PM
Captain French was sucked back into the world of his Lenses. Reed doubted that he was scanning the horizon for future photo op's. She couldn't blame him, honestly. Anyone with the balls to stroll into Mecca on the verge of popping like hot cherry was a-ok in her book.
Whether Jacques was another grunt in a trussed-up suit or not, Reed decided he wasn't a threat to her or Trano. He probably wasn't even a threat to her reports. They probably knew all about him anyway, but she'd make mention of it just to be safe. If only to avoid a future ass-chewing.
She shoved from the wall. Her own glasses she pushed up through her hair until they rested across the top of her head. She gave Jacques a civie-bred disgrace of a salute. "In that case, you enjoy the view. If you're going for a selfie, I'd suggest getting that ugly ass clocktower thing in the background."
She swung an arm around the opposite direction where lording over the city loomed what looked like an ugly combination of Dubai's Burj Khalifa and London's Big Ben. Its shadow cast an eerie focus that was a long source of controversy in the city long before the CCD's conception. Not only was it built atop the ruins of a demolished Ottoman fortress, but the golden spires were gaudy enough to appease an Egyptian Pharaoh.
Reed loved it for other reasons. That tower represented the strange compatibility for the local flavor of Islam with capitalism, the hallmark of the entire CCD. That tower was like staring into the eyes of your enemy and smirking.
But just to be a smart ass, Reed added one last thing before leaving. "If that's not to your taste. You could always swing by the McDonalds for a coke."
Edited by Julie Reed, Feb 13 2014, 08:11 PM.
Whether Jacques was another grunt in a trussed-up suit or not, Reed decided he wasn't a threat to her or Trano. He probably wasn't even a threat to her reports. They probably knew all about him anyway, but she'd make mention of it just to be safe. If only to avoid a future ass-chewing.
She shoved from the wall. Her own glasses she pushed up through her hair until they rested across the top of her head. She gave Jacques a civie-bred disgrace of a salute. "In that case, you enjoy the view. If you're going for a selfie, I'd suggest getting that ugly ass clocktower thing in the background."
She swung an arm around the opposite direction where lording over the city loomed what looked like an ugly combination of Dubai's Burj Khalifa and London's Big Ben. Its shadow cast an eerie focus that was a long source of controversy in the city long before the CCD's conception. Not only was it built atop the ruins of a demolished Ottoman fortress, but the golden spires were gaudy enough to appease an Egyptian Pharaoh.
Reed loved it for other reasons. That tower represented the strange compatibility for the local flavor of Islam with capitalism, the hallmark of the entire CCD. That tower was like staring into the eyes of your enemy and smirking.
But just to be a smart ass, Reed added one last thing before leaving. "If that's not to your taste. You could always swing by the McDonalds for a coke."
Edited by Julie Reed, Feb 13 2014, 08:11 PM.