04-13-2014, 03:13 PM
Reed herself was not allowed into the press corps event as Trano was. This suited her needs perfectly fine. Being in operation as she was, she could not simply flash a DNA sample and stroll through the base like she owned the place.
In all likelihood, she anticipated traveling back to Moscow tonight - in Trano's company of course. She was without actual confirmation, but her guess was the Ascendancy would not stay long in Mecca. One of two things were likely to happen. Either the city would be obliterated or abandoned. She didn't care either way, but she rather hoped for obliteration. There was a thousand dollar bill riding on the bet, and she could use the money. Her car was begging for upgrades. If she were ever Ninacska again.
Thinking her own name clinched her own jaw. She was so deep into Samantha and Julie Reed, that she rarely allowed herself such slips of thought. There were exercises she could take later to train that part of her mind into submission - it had been a while since such a mistake.
She was a complete void during the Ascendancy's speech until the announcement of the black ops team's capture, when she smirked. The other assistants waiting in her company looked like they'd been slapped with shock.
Following the address, rolled a very precise, Custody-media video of four individuals in dirtied uniforms, heads black-bagged, being escorted to God knew where. At which point, she had a look around. The team was probably within walking distance, and she had full opportunity to attempt a rescue. She was already in the fucking base, after all, but no such order came. If they were stupid enough to be caught alive, then they could rot in a Custody bunker for all she cared. Although she doubted such would be their fate.
In all likelihood, she anticipated traveling back to Moscow tonight - in Trano's company of course. She was without actual confirmation, but her guess was the Ascendancy would not stay long in Mecca. One of two things were likely to happen. Either the city would be obliterated or abandoned. She didn't care either way, but she rather hoped for obliteration. There was a thousand dollar bill riding on the bet, and she could use the money. Her car was begging for upgrades. If she were ever Ninacska again.
Thinking her own name clinched her own jaw. She was so deep into Samantha and Julie Reed, that she rarely allowed herself such slips of thought. There were exercises she could take later to train that part of her mind into submission - it had been a while since such a mistake.
She was a complete void during the Ascendancy's speech until the announcement of the black ops team's capture, when she smirked. The other assistants waiting in her company looked like they'd been slapped with shock.
Following the address, rolled a very precise, Custody-media video of four individuals in dirtied uniforms, heads black-bagged, being escorted to God knew where. At which point, she had a look around. The team was probably within walking distance, and she had full opportunity to attempt a rescue. She was already in the fucking base, after all, but no such order came. If they were stupid enough to be caught alive, then they could rot in a Custody bunker for all she cared. Although she doubted such would be their fate.