Sarah sat at a conference table she'd dragged into the store and read through the file on the Stark Industries deal one last time ( Read more... )

Sarah gave her father and Rusty a few minutes to start picking their way through the cold dark streets before she went into her bedroom, shut the door, sprayed some extra squirrel repellent, and logged into the video conferencing system.

( And it's NFB time )

Sarah had been listening to a lot of Elton John since Tuesday, and he was still singing from her stereo as she threw clothes, accessories and weapons into a duffel bag. A car would meet her at the causeway just before midnight.

( Cut for shameless songfic. )

Sarah got to the diner where she'd arranged to meet Yurika Dojima early and took a seat in a booth that would let her easily see the door. As she waited, she kept flipping through the folder of news clippings she'd handwavily pulled on Ms. Dojima. It went back longer than she'd expect for a girl not yet 19, detailing parties and clubbing, clothes ( Read more... )

Sarah locked the doors of her apartment, turned on a rodent-repelling device guaranteed to scare away squirrels, and logged into her video conferencing system.

( That would make this part NFB )

It was the same nondescript diner where she'd met Loki earlier in the month, and Sarah knew it well -- loved it a little, even, from the scuffed floors to the shiny rooms behind the scenes where the real deals went down. She ordered coffee and scanned the crowd idly as she sat waiting for Reno. Everyone seemed perfectly normal at a glance, but if ( Read more... )

The nice thing about having her laptop back, and upgraded to the latest CIA standards, was that Sarah now had no problems filing her reports ( Read more... )