10-12-2013, 05:27 PM
Reed was on the verge of following her teammate to the computer, but the pull of Trano's question turned her back.
"Caught that did you?"
She crossed her arms. Trano wasn't as dumb as he looked.
She sighed and walked to the kitchen. The old fridge had some bottles of water which she pulled one for each of them. However since the water wasn't spiked with vodka, she doubted Trano would be interested. Still, she tossed him one anyway.
The space would give Shawn space to work. "I meant the camera that CDPS doesn't know exists."
She popped the cap and chucked it toward the trashcan. It bounced off a take-out box and rolled away. She shrugged. "Six years ago I was recruited by Custody Intelligence. Two years ago I defected to the CIA. Shawn there,"
she nodded toward the man pounding away at the computers, "is also CIA. Your driver is CIA. Abrams,"
she took a breath. The man had been her partner, and despite being the enemy, they were friends. She peered into the water bottle, wishing she had the luxury to drink good hard liquor, but she had to remain clear-headed.
"Abrams is Custody Intelligence. The CCD brought you here under false pretenses, Trano."
She looked him in the eye, remembering the day she'd met him at his house. She'd been wearing TWO Lens Warriors, a contact in each eye, each hooked to separate agencies. She'd barely been able to see to walk up the steps to his place.
"Luckily, I informed the real CIA what was happening, and they have been supporting us in the background ever since. Why CDPS killed Abrams is a goddamn mystery! Either we're"
she yelled, hand waving around the room, "blown, or something else happened!"
Her mind buzzed. Maybe another agency was involved. Chinese intelligence crawled across Moscow like roaches. Even the Australians had a small presence here. Not to mention every cartel and drug lord in South America employing their own special forces.
She took a breath, "so I can't take you back to that hotel until we figure out what's going on and who knows what. So you might as well get comfortable, it looks like we might be here a while."
She looked stressed, but held it together for anyone in her situation.
She stepped into his sphere, lowering her voice. With her heels, she nearly looked him eye to eye. Close enough to scent a waft of her perfume. "To the Custody, you are small fish, Trano,"
she began critically, "but you could be a Great White. I'm going to make sure you live long enough to become the thing Brandon fears."
She smirked, "though I don't see what has him so worried."
"Caught that did you?"
She crossed her arms. Trano wasn't as dumb as he looked.
She sighed and walked to the kitchen. The old fridge had some bottles of water which she pulled one for each of them. However since the water wasn't spiked with vodka, she doubted Trano would be interested. Still, she tossed him one anyway.
The space would give Shawn space to work. "I meant the camera that CDPS doesn't know exists."
She popped the cap and chucked it toward the trashcan. It bounced off a take-out box and rolled away. She shrugged. "Six years ago I was recruited by Custody Intelligence. Two years ago I defected to the CIA. Shawn there,"
she nodded toward the man pounding away at the computers, "is also CIA. Your driver is CIA. Abrams,"
she took a breath. The man had been her partner, and despite being the enemy, they were friends. She peered into the water bottle, wishing she had the luxury to drink good hard liquor, but she had to remain clear-headed.
"Abrams is Custody Intelligence. The CCD brought you here under false pretenses, Trano."
She looked him in the eye, remembering the day she'd met him at his house. She'd been wearing TWO Lens Warriors, a contact in each eye, each hooked to separate agencies. She'd barely been able to see to walk up the steps to his place.
"Luckily, I informed the real CIA what was happening, and they have been supporting us in the background ever since. Why CDPS killed Abrams is a goddamn mystery! Either we're"
she yelled, hand waving around the room, "blown, or something else happened!"
Her mind buzzed. Maybe another agency was involved. Chinese intelligence crawled across Moscow like roaches. Even the Australians had a small presence here. Not to mention every cartel and drug lord in South America employing their own special forces.
She took a breath, "so I can't take you back to that hotel until we figure out what's going on and who knows what. So you might as well get comfortable, it looks like we might be here a while."
She looked stressed, but held it together for anyone in her situation.
She stepped into his sphere, lowering her voice. With her heels, she nearly looked him eye to eye. Close enough to scent a waft of her perfume. "To the Custody, you are small fish, Trano,"
she began critically, "but you could be a Great White. I'm going to make sure you live long enough to become the thing Brandon fears."
She smirked, "though I don't see what has him so worried."