11-10-2014, 06:41 PM
Torri arrived precisely on time. She was sharp in the crisp lines of her uniform skirt and jacket. Once in the Facility she would trade the ribbons and metals for something far more comfortable: a white lab-coat. Above the surface, however, she walked the Kremlin while keeping to the strictest of codes. Furthermore, she needed every bit of confidence to meet Commander Vellas again. The uniform gave her that. Hell, if she could, she'd walk into the office armed also.
Chin held up, gaze wary, she reported her arrival to the Commander's assistant. Knots churned her stomach, but she refused to let it show. Not in front of him. Please not in front of him.
The assistant insisted on opening the door for her. Fine. She kept her hands clenched behind her back anyway. Less chance for Michael to see them tremble.
"Thank-you,"
she said, voice tight, and entered.
Chin held up, gaze wary, she reported her arrival to the Commander's assistant. Knots churned her stomach, but she refused to let it show. Not in front of him. Please not in front of him.
The assistant insisted on opening the door for her. Fine. She kept her hands clenched behind her back anyway. Less chance for Michael to see them tremble.
"Thank-you,"
she said, voice tight, and entered.