11-21-2013, 07:14 PM
Reed interrupted at an opportune time. From the threshold between her side of the suite and the general sitting area, she drummed her fingers on one hip and stood there waiting to be acknowledged. She was none too pleased by the amount of time it took.
She cleared her throat.
"Done sucking each others dicks yet?" She fixed Jon with a glare. He'd been taking up far too much of her mark's time. Course she knew what they'd been doing, and her sarcasm wasn't too far from the truth (in her opinion).
She pointed at Trano square in the chest while kicking a nod toward Jon. "I take it he found your balls while he was digging around down there. Good. Because you're going to need to hang on to them. We're accompanying the Ascendancy to DV. So pack your shit Trano and start pretending to be a real journalist again." It hadn't escaped her notice that if he didn't start writing articles soon, suspicion would be aroused. If it wasn't already.
Flushed with orders given, she turned on her heel and resumed the work she'd been doing in the privacy of her own room. Not limited to continuing to monitor the living room. For shit's sake, Trano knew she had a personal live feed in there. The same feed which the CIA now possessed.
It was a good thing he was pretty. Because he wasn't too bright.
She cleared her throat.
"Done sucking each others dicks yet?" She fixed Jon with a glare. He'd been taking up far too much of her mark's time. Course she knew what they'd been doing, and her sarcasm wasn't too far from the truth (in her opinion).
She pointed at Trano square in the chest while kicking a nod toward Jon. "I take it he found your balls while he was digging around down there. Good. Because you're going to need to hang on to them. We're accompanying the Ascendancy to DV. So pack your shit Trano and start pretending to be a real journalist again." It hadn't escaped her notice that if he didn't start writing articles soon, suspicion would be aroused. If it wasn't already.
Flushed with orders given, she turned on her heel and resumed the work she'd been doing in the privacy of her own room. Not limited to continuing to monitor the living room. For shit's sake, Trano knew she had a personal live feed in there. The same feed which the CIA now possessed.
It was a good thing he was pretty. Because he wasn't too bright.