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A friend in need
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Huried footfalls behind her caused Reed to check her firearm and turn around in time to meet Jon as he caught up with her. She was an unflappable reed in the wind, unlike the waving grasses he so poetically described. Lawyers are wordy. Not a big shock there.

His accusation regarding the flare of her ires was met with a blank, unimpressed look. She'd beg to differ. Her orders were directed at Trano. She couldn't help it if Jon's sensitivities were so soft to be riddled when the ricochet bounced off his friend and hurt his feelings. One would think a minority would have thicker skin.

She followed his line of sight to the monitors left open at her desk. Among maps, itineraries, and lists of names there hovered a live feed of the room they just vacated. At least the cleaning crews were decent. Jon had no clue how many times he'd walked across the spot where Abrams' body had lain. If it weren't for her spying, his little friend Trano wouldn't be here for him to teach. So really, he should be thanking her. Not threatening her. But Reed absorbed it all like an old flag hanging heavy in dead wind. She'd had her butt-chewed by men who could actually do her some damage. So she gestured that he continue. She was listening. Kind of.

His admittance that none could hear what he was saying was interesting. For the first time, her eyes left his - she was no weakling who couldn't hold a man's gaze - but only to dart around to seek some sort of evidence of his claim. She could hear him. Did that mean the ear-piece she wore would not record anything? Did that mean the Lens Warrior in one eye was no longer recording. She'd worn both almost constantly for five years now, not excluding when she and Abrams first visited Trano at his Stateside home. She was more than curious about how far this man's 'magic' could go.

Thoughts for later. For now a nice slow exhalation released the tension growing in her shoulders. Jon kept his voice calm, but body language was something any rookie agent could read. Lawyers too, probably and Jon was suppose to be a high caliber one. He did a good job keeping everything about him neutral, but the logical lay-down of his orders tickled Reed's funny-bone. She had to actively suppress a smirk before giving herself away. Again. The whole operation he threatened to kill was in line with the same one he was advocating. They were by all appearances working toward the same thing. How the fuck did he think wars were won without clandestine methods. Arrogant little prick. Who said she was interested in spying on him anyway? She was here for Trano, not him. He walked right into their private suite. Be like fucking at an orgy then complaining about ignorance of cameras in the bedroom. Voyeur and orgy go hand in hand, idiot. Was it really that big of a shock that she had cameras? Eh, well maybe it was. Maybe she'd been a spy for so long, she forgot how shocked 'normal people' would be at what she was capable of doing.

Suddenly Jon's threats took on a darker edge. He seemed to burst with authority, that was almost impressive in its own little way, and lowered his voice. Oh boy. She better hang onto her heels. Shit was about to get serious. For a coyote, she had the unmistakable urge to ruffle the fur between his floppy ears and see if she could get him to roll belly up. Again, she withheld the smirk from her lips.

There must have been something to that whole claim about not hearing things, because Trano showed up with no audible warning of his approach. She made a decent mental note about that. Reed was far more interested in watching Trano's reactions than absorbing Jon's flat-eyed delivery. Trano intently studied something she couldnt see. But then suddenly the barrier broke, and his nasal wheezing reached her ears. So the sound thing was probably true, and Trano had done something about it. Nice way to step up, Trano. She gave him an approving nod, then turned back to Jon, her hands were itching to slap some sense into the man, but then again, she hated slapping people. It hurt her palm.

Jon threatened her. Huh. She took him seriously, finally. ' Do you believe that I could make you do as I asked without your cooperation? Don't make me show you what I'm capable of, you won't even remember it.' That struck her expression contemplative. She thought back to the way Trano wielded the movement of her arm with his very thought, and how had he talked his way out of a detainment zone? The same application of control over her free will not only sounded unpleasant, but downright terrifying. She made a very, very important mental note about the possibility. Was it possible to control people's thoughts? Or read them? She was already deep into the method acting of a double-agent. Just in case, she was going to have to steel wayward thoughts from wandering. If they could read her mind, she was determined to not give them anything interesting to read - beyond her usual charming self of course.

So in answer, no, she did not want to see what he was capable of, but she was glad he told her. Consider the warning heeded. It was always better to know where the weapons lay without actually seeing them discharged.

She glanced curiously as Trano stepped in, clearing his throat with more talk of mind control. Damn. It was like they thought she wasn't on their side.

Well, tazer her into cardiac arrest! Trano showed some fucking meddle! It only took an incredible show on her part to get him to whip out the dick she knew he had. Shit. It would have been almost as heroic if he had stepped in between the two of them cape billowing in the wind and shielded her body from the flaming arrows Jon was shooting. And she wouldn't mind seeing him in spandex. He was skinny enough for it. Actually, scratch that. He was too skinny for it.

Since it looked like she'd dragged as much truth out as she was likely to get today, she supposed it was best to calm things down before somebody (Jon) had a third, red eye opened in his skull. Mind control versus professional agent drawing her weapon. Now that was Russian roulette she could play, but not today. Higher ups might have something to say if she cut down a target like Jon. And the fucking paperwork.

Hands on her hips, she took a step closer to Trano. Of the trio, she wanted to position herself on his side. "Suppose I shouldn't be shocked, a lawyer jumping to conclusions." She shot Trano a dare, "at least now I know you don't go around spilling the beans to just anyone."

"Maybe the Ascendancy is god, but you two definitely aren't. He'd butter his toast with both of you. So keep your threats for him. I'm suppose to be on your side, remember?" That flat, emotionless look returned to Jon. "But if it'll help you sleep better at night, sure. Consider yourself a free bird. Better?" Nobody said she couldn't play nice.
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[No subject] - by Jon Little Bird - 10-28-2013, 05:26 AM
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