10-25-2019, 05:15 PM
The guy's eyes hardened and she couldn't help the grin. Yeah, she was being a bitch. And she didn't fucking care. She didn't like people glaring at her like that, as if she was his to command. She had bent enough for Regus and that was hard. This guy, though, pfft. Inquisitors always acted like they were the shit. At least the ones she had seen over the last year here.
Bah, maybe it was just projecting and was about Barovsky. Probably. He was just glaring, after all. But Barovsky, god, the guy was such a dick. Took issue with every little thing she did. News flash! Teams worked best if people knew the objective rather than simply given orders to follow. Situations changed. Strategies and tactics needed to be adapted from the ground level instantly. Teams that were fluid and knew each other and their goals could respond properly to anything. Those that required the team leader to make the decision were rigid and brittle.
She didn't miss the Archangels. Not really. A few of her teammates, sure. But that had turned out to be not for her. The other night, on the other hand, had been much better, even if she hadn't really known them. It had felt more...familiar. Comfortable. She chuckled at her thought from the other day. Not one that she shared even with Ten. The Spice Girls. Her love, of course. Cheesy girl pop. Katy. Taylor. Svetlana. Nomo Donna. Behind the bubbly fun, there was strength. The iron underneath the silk. Not that she had any particular veneer of silk. She was far too aggressive for that. But she loved it all the same.
Anyway, the inquisitor was pissed. Yeah, she hadn't even answered his question, she realized, at just about the same time she had realized that her animosity toward him might have been because of Barovsky. She actually opened her mouth to calm things down when he told them to get out as he opened the van door. She shrugged, amused at the tantrum but turned to the door to leave.
She was startled to see a woman standing there. But before Jacinda could even react to someone just popping up out of nowhere, the woman touched both of them.
Muscle memory, you know? Wasn't like she had any conscious thought. Truth was, there was no time for thought.
Jacinda popped her in the face.
Bah, maybe it was just projecting and was about Barovsky. Probably. He was just glaring, after all. But Barovsky, god, the guy was such a dick. Took issue with every little thing she did. News flash! Teams worked best if people knew the objective rather than simply given orders to follow. Situations changed. Strategies and tactics needed to be adapted from the ground level instantly. Teams that were fluid and knew each other and their goals could respond properly to anything. Those that required the team leader to make the decision were rigid and brittle.
She didn't miss the Archangels. Not really. A few of her teammates, sure. But that had turned out to be not for her. The other night, on the other hand, had been much better, even if she hadn't really known them. It had felt more...familiar. Comfortable. She chuckled at her thought from the other day. Not one that she shared even with Ten. The Spice Girls. Her love, of course. Cheesy girl pop. Katy. Taylor. Svetlana. Nomo Donna. Behind the bubbly fun, there was strength. The iron underneath the silk. Not that she had any particular veneer of silk. She was far too aggressive for that. But she loved it all the same.
Anyway, the inquisitor was pissed. Yeah, she hadn't even answered his question, she realized, at just about the same time she had realized that her animosity toward him might have been because of Barovsky. She actually opened her mouth to calm things down when he told them to get out as he opened the van door. She shrugged, amused at the tantrum but turned to the door to leave.
She was startled to see a woman standing there. But before Jacinda could even react to someone just popping up out of nowhere, the woman touched both of them.
Muscle memory, you know? Wasn't like she had any conscious thought. Truth was, there was no time for thought.
Jacinda popped her in the face.