Breakdown of protocol
Myka was good at her job. She was known for having it together under pressure, being the one to take charge. Emotion was secondary to protocol. Sometimes, when it was necessary, she mentally repeated it, like a mantra. Emotion is secondary to protocol. It was all that had kept her together for the last twelve hours or so since the explosion. Since MacPherson got away. Since Artie...
As she stood on the porch of the B&B, leaning against the doorpane, Myka looked out at the starry South Dakota sky. She still couldn't make herself believe it, make the facts real. But it was true. She and Pete had witnessed it.
Still...it just wasn't right...They'd only been at the Warehouse what, less than a year? Artie had been there...forever. He couldn't--they couldn't--who would run the place? How would they get by without the constant calls, the cases being pinpointed for them, the--cookies?
At the thought of the cookies, she let out a short, almost strangled laugh, then covered her mouth with her hand. For the first time since the explosion, at nearly two in the morning, Myka started to cry. She was pretty sure Claudia was up in her room, had no idea where Pete was, but for once, she didn't try to reign in her emotions. Her tears were quiet at first, but then the sobs came louder, her shoulders shaking, and she couldn't stop.
As she stood on the porch of the B&B, leaning against the doorpane, Myka looked out at the starry South Dakota sky. She still couldn't make herself believe it, make the facts real. But it was true. She and Pete had witnessed it.
Still...it just wasn't right...They'd only been at the Warehouse what, less than a year? Artie had been there...forever. He couldn't--they couldn't--who would run the place? How would they get by without the constant calls, the cases being pinpointed for them, the--cookies?
At the thought of the cookies, she let out a short, almost strangled laugh, then covered her mouth with her hand. For the first time since the explosion, at nearly two in the morning, Myka started to cry. She was pretty sure Claudia was up in her room, had no idea where Pete was, but for once, she didn't try to reign in her emotions. Her tears were quiet at first, but then the sobs came louder, her shoulders shaking, and she couldn't stop.