06-24-2014, 06:20 PM
Ever since the debacle at the airport, Reed felt like she'd been plunged into the Dark Ages, all but cut off from every mode of help, contact, and transport available to her.
She had her Wallet, though, and regularly made use of it on the flight. Every once in a while she would look over from tapping out commands on the keyboard projected onto the fold out tray - even private jets had shitty plastic fold-out trays for the little people in the back. Trano slept most of the way. One of two medics was always hovering around. They kept him comfortable, but he still managed to whine every time he stirred. Most important, Reed confirmed that he would be alright. The medics were staying with him all the way to the US.
She dozed in and out along the way, but was always roused with the Wallet buzzed a new message. She had a lot to discuss with her superiors. The last twelve hours were rather busy what with being hunted like a rabbit through the airport, keeping tabs on dozens of high-profiles, and being witness to wizard-war.
Of course, she couldn't quite come right out and talk about it. So when the plane was parked for unloading maintenance, refueling, she strolled outside for a quick conversation.
Quick glances checked her bearings. Theoretically, she assumed someone was listening to her all the time.
She put a hand to her other ear to drown out the noise of the airport.
"But what about Trano?"
Her lips formed the thin line of a frown.
"He will remain your contact, but with him out of the CCD, there's no more reason to keep you in his company. Higher priorities have emerged."
"A higher priority than shadowing the next president of the USA?"
Her tone didn't believe that.
"Your priority is in Sierra Leone. Our intelligence shows that Jacques Danjou has accumulated significant following in Freetown and is the primary holder of organized military presence in the region. He has the President's wife in his care, and has positioned himself for significant influence. We need his alliance in the region. The mineral is too vital a resource to abandon to foreigners, and you're already embedded. Keep it that way."
Her gaze hardened as it swung toward the horizon. "Yes sir."
She slipped the Wallet in the pocket of her jeans and looked up at the jet. She had to say her goodbyes to say to Trano.
***
She had nothing in the way of personal things besides herself, her jacket, and her Wallet when she climbed into the back of Jacques' vehicle. The CEO turned around and looked at her, but he was clearly too tired to kick her out. She could relate. She was too tired to ask nicely.
"I need a ride into town, and I'm guessing you're going straight to your country's cute little embassy?"
She smirked.
She had her Wallet, though, and regularly made use of it on the flight. Every once in a while she would look over from tapping out commands on the keyboard projected onto the fold out tray - even private jets had shitty plastic fold-out trays for the little people in the back. Trano slept most of the way. One of two medics was always hovering around. They kept him comfortable, but he still managed to whine every time he stirred. Most important, Reed confirmed that he would be alright. The medics were staying with him all the way to the US.
She dozed in and out along the way, but was always roused with the Wallet buzzed a new message. She had a lot to discuss with her superiors. The last twelve hours were rather busy what with being hunted like a rabbit through the airport, keeping tabs on dozens of high-profiles, and being witness to wizard-war.
Of course, she couldn't quite come right out and talk about it. So when the plane was parked for unloading maintenance, refueling, she strolled outside for a quick conversation.
Quick glances checked her bearings. Theoretically, she assumed someone was listening to her all the time.
She put a hand to her other ear to drown out the noise of the airport.
"But what about Trano?"
Her lips formed the thin line of a frown.
"He will remain your contact, but with him out of the CCD, there's no more reason to keep you in his company. Higher priorities have emerged."
"A higher priority than shadowing the next president of the USA?"
Her tone didn't believe that.
"Your priority is in Sierra Leone. Our intelligence shows that Jacques Danjou has accumulated significant following in Freetown and is the primary holder of organized military presence in the region. He has the President's wife in his care, and has positioned himself for significant influence. We need his alliance in the region. The mineral is too vital a resource to abandon to foreigners, and you're already embedded. Keep it that way."
Her gaze hardened as it swung toward the horizon. "Yes sir."
She slipped the Wallet in the pocket of her jeans and looked up at the jet. She had to say her goodbyes to say to Trano.
***
She had nothing in the way of personal things besides herself, her jacket, and her Wallet when she climbed into the back of Jacques' vehicle. The CEO turned around and looked at her, but he was clearly too tired to kick her out. She could relate. She was too tired to ask nicely.
"I need a ride into town, and I'm guessing you're going straight to your country's cute little embassy?"
She smirked.