07-28-2014, 08:38 PM
The Chinese embassy, no matter the foreign nation, was always a symbol. Through the scope of her binoculars, Reed scanned the squared off edge of their roofline and the panes of perfectly square windows below. There was a garden behind the Embassy, but she didn't need to pay off the trash man to find that out. One thing about the Chinese, they were predictable.
The Ambassador of one nation to another nation represented the head of state himself. In this case, there was a man inside a building a short walk from hers that represented the President of the PRC. She digitally zoomed on the corner window. Through her binoculars she could make out only a small corner of the room. The glass would have an anti-angle glare film on the window, resistant to spies such as herself from taking a peek. But right inside that room was the quickly emptying office of a man who had exactly what Reed needed. Question was, should she go in from the roof or stroll right up to the front gate?
She'd never met this particular representative of the President. Despite the national interest in special Sierra Leoneon sparkly dirt, he must have sucked the wrong dick to find himself babysitting this hellhole. It was so fucking hot!
Reed lowered the binoculars and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She could hear someone else up there with her, but for crying out loud, it wasn't like Jacques was trying to sneak around.
She kept her squat anyway. She did owe him for the plane ride and all that. Then he circled around to join her and Reed fell back on her ass. A little cloud of sandy dust puffed up around her, but she was effectively concealed from other roof dwellers between a short wall and a ventilation fan-box. Liquid green eyes followed the veins of his bare forearm up to his neck and finally teased their way around the angle of his face. She had the perfect view of his jawline right where the carotid delved into the brain. It was always her favorite place to jab a switch blade. Like the one in her waist.
She tilted the binoculars he referenced. There was a Legion Premiere symbol on the side. Right above a Made in China stamp. Reed shrugged. "I'm insulted, Danjou, i'm not a pick pocket."
The comment was colored with a dangerously flirty tease. "I picked this up on the side of the road right next to a pile of dead Temnes. Or maybe it was the other side. I can't quite keep them straight. Mendes?"
She offered it up to Jacques. "You can have them back if you want. I'm pretty much done here, and you're right, not much else fits in these pants."
She leaned against the ventilator box. She could feel the steady whirl of a fan inside vibrating against her back. There was likely to be a sweaty print behind her when she finally goes to get up. Oh well. Jacques looked like the kind of guy to have seen a sweaty back or two.
She hooked her fingers through the loop of her pants coyly despite the miserable conditions. "As for the pants, well, let's say that's better left unanswered. What about you? Get your shit together? And how the hell are you still vertical? You look like you could march a twenty in full kit."
She looked him over closely.
The Ambassador of one nation to another nation represented the head of state himself. In this case, there was a man inside a building a short walk from hers that represented the President of the PRC. She digitally zoomed on the corner window. Through her binoculars she could make out only a small corner of the room. The glass would have an anti-angle glare film on the window, resistant to spies such as herself from taking a peek. But right inside that room was the quickly emptying office of a man who had exactly what Reed needed. Question was, should she go in from the roof or stroll right up to the front gate?
She'd never met this particular representative of the President. Despite the national interest in special Sierra Leoneon sparkly dirt, he must have sucked the wrong dick to find himself babysitting this hellhole. It was so fucking hot!
Reed lowered the binoculars and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She could hear someone else up there with her, but for crying out loud, it wasn't like Jacques was trying to sneak around.
She kept her squat anyway. She did owe him for the plane ride and all that. Then he circled around to join her and Reed fell back on her ass. A little cloud of sandy dust puffed up around her, but she was effectively concealed from other roof dwellers between a short wall and a ventilation fan-box. Liquid green eyes followed the veins of his bare forearm up to his neck and finally teased their way around the angle of his face. She had the perfect view of his jawline right where the carotid delved into the brain. It was always her favorite place to jab a switch blade. Like the one in her waist.
She tilted the binoculars he referenced. There was a Legion Premiere symbol on the side. Right above a Made in China stamp. Reed shrugged. "I'm insulted, Danjou, i'm not a pick pocket."
The comment was colored with a dangerously flirty tease. "I picked this up on the side of the road right next to a pile of dead Temnes. Or maybe it was the other side. I can't quite keep them straight. Mendes?"
She offered it up to Jacques. "You can have them back if you want. I'm pretty much done here, and you're right, not much else fits in these pants."
She leaned against the ventilator box. She could feel the steady whirl of a fan inside vibrating against her back. There was likely to be a sweaty print behind her when she finally goes to get up. Oh well. Jacques looked like the kind of guy to have seen a sweaty back or two.
She hooked her fingers through the loop of her pants coyly despite the miserable conditions. "As for the pants, well, let's say that's better left unanswered. What about you? Get your shit together? And how the hell are you still vertical? You look like you could march a twenty in full kit."
She looked him over closely.