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Shelton alarms Hunnigan. She's a knot of energy, a ball of focus that goes straight past details like appearance and looks for action. She was a gymnast growing up, and she's still proportioned for explosive movement and easy hiding, one of the best recon agents they have. What she can't outfight, she can outmaneuver, if it even finds her. Right now she's thwarted, leaning up against the wall like she wants to push it over.
"Nothing," she spits. Her face is clouded. "Salazar's just fallen off the face of the earth." Her hands flex, muscles standing out like cords, and not for the first time, Hunnigan's privately glad Shelton is loyal. She'd make one hell of an enemy.
"No tickets, that we could find. No receipts." Hunnigan nods.
Shelton's eyes go to a door down the hall. "He's not the only one who's fallen off the face of the earth." She shakes her head. "I've got to get back to work. I'm due to leave in about four hours, and I have to be sure duplicates got through the system correctly."
Hunnigan smiles. "Good luck." She watches Shelton thoughtfully, then heads down the hall with her coffee, glancing to one side.
Clernall's door's closed. Wasn't it like that yesterday, too?
"Nothing," she spits. Her face is clouded. "Salazar's just fallen off the face of the earth." Her hands flex, muscles standing out like cords, and not for the first time, Hunnigan's privately glad Shelton is loyal. She'd make one hell of an enemy.
"No tickets, that we could find. No receipts." Hunnigan nods.
Shelton's eyes go to a door down the hall. "He's not the only one who's fallen off the face of the earth." She shakes her head. "I've got to get back to work. I'm due to leave in about four hours, and I have to be sure duplicates got through the system correctly."
Hunnigan smiles. "Good luck." She watches Shelton thoughtfully, then heads down the hall with her coffee, glancing to one side.
Clernall's door's closed. Wasn't it like that yesterday, too?