10-06-2013, 12:52 PM
The town car's back door closed on Trano's heels. Hidden in the shadows of the back seat and obscured behind tinted glass, lounged the enigmatic Agent Reed. Seated, the hem of her black pencil skirt sat higher on the line of her legs than she usually revealed. A crisp, button up white shirt was tucked in the snug waist, the buttons pulling snug across her bustline, and her hair was down. The confident femininity of her attire, the dangle of earrings, and the sharpness of her stilettos, offset the robotic turn of her neck when her mark joined her. He undoubtedly was not expecting to see her there.
As the car sped forward, she turned a screen around and showed Trano the interior of the room he'd just left. She tossed the device so it landed hard in his lap.
"What the H E L L happened in there!" She demanded. Without Abrams around to soften the blow, her displeasure was more than obvious.
As the car sped forward, she turned a screen around and showed Trano the interior of the room he'd just left. She tossed the device so it landed hard in his lap.
"What the H E L L happened in there!" She demanded. Without Abrams around to soften the blow, her displeasure was more than obvious.