Part 8/10 (already?)
The harsh glow of fluorescent lights illuminates the room. There's not much to see: concrete walls and a concrete floor, no windows, a peeling whitewashed door tightly closed. Inside, a sandy haired man leans against the far wall, warily surveying the room with cool blue eyes. A bespectacled woman with her smooth black hair in a tight ponytail stands to attention in the center of the room, facing two metal chairs propped against the wall. She has a notebook and pencil ready, body rigid and hands, just barely, shaking. A brown haired, rosy face girl and a dark skinned Indian man are blocking the door. She's saying something, arms crossed, as he frowns and shakes his head, gesticulating with his hands. From her position in front of the security cameras Laura thins her lips and turns to Jean Louis. "This is what we have to work with? The blondie, Jack Lawrence, has trust issues a mile wide, and I don't care if he's the only one in the room with mission experience. Linda Miller wouldn't know how to relax if it donned a hat and did a tap dance for her and Brown and Maqdesh are going to be hell to work with 'till they resolve all that tension they got going on! Only Jack's been on more then two missions! How we supposed to pull this off, Louis? They gave us a bunch a rookies!" Jean sighs. "Chere, calme. You can pull it off, petite, hmm? When have you not?" Laura takes a deep breath and forces her body to relax. She plasters a smile on her face and heads towards the room.
Laura opens the door, watching in amusement as Katie Brown and Jerome Maqdesh, after a couple of minutes more bickering, notice she's there and spring apart. Authoritatively she walks to the front of the room, Jean Louis behind her. He holds out his arm and she uses it to push herself up onto a chair. "Listen up people!" Lawrence, who had been watching the scene with hooded eyes straightens off the wall and Miller tightens her grip on her pencil. Brown and Maqdesh, on opposite sides of the door, stop glaring at each other and turn their stares on her.
"I'm Laura Walker, I'll be your mission leader today and this is Jean Louis Le Roux, my second. Everyone here is on a last name basis, so drop the sirs and mams. Now, normally we'd have more time to cozy up, watch illegal soaps, eat coco puffs, normal slumber party stuff. Unfortunately this is a priority mission. I only have a month to wipe that smirk off your face, Lawrence, get Miller over there to loosen up and if Tweedledum and Tweedledee by the door would just jump in the sack, we would all be grateful." This elicits a quiet snicker from Lawrence and a smirk from Jean Louis. Miller's eyes go wide while Brown blushes to the roots of her hair and the tips of Maqdesh's ears take on a rosy hue. "Jean Louis, will you do the honors?" The Frenchman grins at her fondly and takes the stage. He expertly briefs them on the mission, his voice lilting in and out of French, as she checks out what she has to work with. Her mama always said "don't trust nothin' that's seems simple, cause it aint." If that's true then she should be able to pour all her faith into this mission because damn, was her work cut out for her.
Laura opens the door, watching in amusement as Katie Brown and Jerome Maqdesh, after a couple of minutes more bickering, notice she's there and spring apart. Authoritatively she walks to the front of the room, Jean Louis behind her. He holds out his arm and she uses it to push herself up onto a chair. "Listen up people!" Lawrence, who had been watching the scene with hooded eyes straightens off the wall and Miller tightens her grip on her pencil. Brown and Maqdesh, on opposite sides of the door, stop glaring at each other and turn their stares on her.
"I'm Laura Walker, I'll be your mission leader today and this is Jean Louis Le Roux, my second. Everyone here is on a last name basis, so drop the sirs and mams. Now, normally we'd have more time to cozy up, watch illegal soaps, eat coco puffs, normal slumber party stuff. Unfortunately this is a priority mission. I only have a month to wipe that smirk off your face, Lawrence, get Miller over there to loosen up and if Tweedledum and Tweedledee by the door would just jump in the sack, we would all be grateful." This elicits a quiet snicker from Lawrence and a smirk from Jean Louis. Miller's eyes go wide while Brown blushes to the roots of her hair and the tips of Maqdesh's ears take on a rosy hue. "Jean Louis, will you do the honors?" The Frenchman grins at her fondly and takes the stage. He expertly briefs them on the mission, his voice lilting in and out of French, as she checks out what she has to work with. Her mama always said "don't trust nothin' that's seems simple, cause it aint." If that's true then she should be able to pour all her faith into this mission because damn, was her work cut out for her.