[TM] So what... you all leave Boston and I don't have a quickie at noon now?
Jezebel had been on missions before. Even ones that made her do... and she does mean 'do' quite the most vile things in this realm of existence. There was something to be said about the fact that when she was done with a job she could actually physically rid herself of everything that had lingered behind from the target. Still she had been out of the country for over a year trying to track down a certain item. It wasn't even something that she was sure they even needed anymore, but most of her contact within the firm went through so many back channels that she barely knew who she was talking to anymore.
Tucker had gotten the promotion, Amy had left of her own free will, which was actually part of her contract and the rumor was that Eve had fired herself. Now Jezebel wasn't even sure who she was supposed to talk to, and she knew that the last email she sent to her handler had bounced back with the standard Wolfram and Hart tagline about the employee she was trying to reach no longer being an asset to the firm. Which was code talk for his head was no longer with his body.
Still she had spent the better part of a year on the arm of a Mokrha waiting for him to slowly but surely trust her beyond the point of meaningless sex. It wasn't even that she minded, because each time he slipped in between the sheets with her she was able to skim off the top of his power, and eventually she knew that if it came down to it she could just beat the location of the pass key out of him. When push came to shove though she gave up trying to play by his rules and just let him have it one day. Her fingers pressed tight into his shoulders she drew as much off of him in one sitting as she could tolerate, fingers slightly sparking with residual she grinned down at him, weak and powerless trying to fight of a woman that had no more body mass than a seventeen year old girl.
Within the hour she had the pass key, but if she had known that the pass key was only going to give her the location of the artifacts last known spot she wouldn't have killed him so quickly. Still now it was more than a year later and she had the artifact rolled up in the plastic tube slung over her shoulder as she made her way into the Boston Branch of Wolfram and Hart.
Her sunglasses pushed up atop her head she glanced around thinking that the scanners had already picked up her residual and that whoever wanted whatever she had would be down in a moment. Instead she found herself heading back to the Mystics herself dropping it off with holdings and heading to one of the cubicles that seemed to be empty for the moment. Logging into her email for the first time in almost a year she shook her head at the amount of crap she missed out on. If she had thought that no one would have traced her location from her IP she would have checked it sooner, but now she had a years worth of emails and all of them were adding up to her not having a single person at the Boston Branch that she actually knew.
There were a few people she'd run jobs with locally, and there was Wes still... who still looked alarmingly close to Warren that she wasn't exactly sure if that was supposed to be that way or not. Frustrated about twenty emails into it she scrolled to the most recent emails and shook her head at a few contacts that some guy named Ryan tried to make, and then the most recent using her protocol for a meeting was some Lindsey McDonald.
Chewing on her bottom lip she rolled the chair she was seated in back a bit, wondering if she wanted a new assignment or if she wanted a month off to detox herself. Mokrha had a tendency to last a bit longer in her system and even though she had started her injections up again, she knew that having that sort of power in her for that long of a time was bound to give her trouble. Scratching the back of her head she looked over the email and figured if he was trying to set something up she should at least be polite enough to find out if he was her new handler or if she was going to be handed off again.
It was times like these when she missed Tucker and Amy, at least with them in Boston she knew that she'd at least have a good lunch date planned. This was a meeting and it seemed that it wasn't going to have any frills to it.
Logging off the network she made her way up to the executive floors and over to McDonald's receptionist. Jezebel smiled at the woman, satisfied that at least he had some form of taste when it came to who brought in his coffee, "Can you let Lindsey McDonald know that Jezebel is not going to be taking a meeting with him at three, because she's here now?"
Tucker had gotten the promotion, Amy had left of her own free will, which was actually part of her contract and the rumor was that Eve had fired herself. Now Jezebel wasn't even sure who she was supposed to talk to, and she knew that the last email she sent to her handler had bounced back with the standard Wolfram and Hart tagline about the employee she was trying to reach no longer being an asset to the firm. Which was code talk for his head was no longer with his body.
Still she had spent the better part of a year on the arm of a Mokrha waiting for him to slowly but surely trust her beyond the point of meaningless sex. It wasn't even that she minded, because each time he slipped in between the sheets with her she was able to skim off the top of his power, and eventually she knew that if it came down to it she could just beat the location of the pass key out of him. When push came to shove though she gave up trying to play by his rules and just let him have it one day. Her fingers pressed tight into his shoulders she drew as much off of him in one sitting as she could tolerate, fingers slightly sparking with residual she grinned down at him, weak and powerless trying to fight of a woman that had no more body mass than a seventeen year old girl.
Within the hour she had the pass key, but if she had known that the pass key was only going to give her the location of the artifacts last known spot she wouldn't have killed him so quickly. Still now it was more than a year later and she had the artifact rolled up in the plastic tube slung over her shoulder as she made her way into the Boston Branch of Wolfram and Hart.
Her sunglasses pushed up atop her head she glanced around thinking that the scanners had already picked up her residual and that whoever wanted whatever she had would be down in a moment. Instead she found herself heading back to the Mystics herself dropping it off with holdings and heading to one of the cubicles that seemed to be empty for the moment. Logging into her email for the first time in almost a year she shook her head at the amount of crap she missed out on. If she had thought that no one would have traced her location from her IP she would have checked it sooner, but now she had a years worth of emails and all of them were adding up to her not having a single person at the Boston Branch that she actually knew.
There were a few people she'd run jobs with locally, and there was Wes still... who still looked alarmingly close to Warren that she wasn't exactly sure if that was supposed to be that way or not. Frustrated about twenty emails into it she scrolled to the most recent emails and shook her head at a few contacts that some guy named Ryan tried to make, and then the most recent using her protocol for a meeting was some Lindsey McDonald.
Chewing on her bottom lip she rolled the chair she was seated in back a bit, wondering if she wanted a new assignment or if she wanted a month off to detox herself. Mokrha had a tendency to last a bit longer in her system and even though she had started her injections up again, she knew that having that sort of power in her for that long of a time was bound to give her trouble. Scratching the back of her head she looked over the email and figured if he was trying to set something up she should at least be polite enough to find out if he was her new handler or if she was going to be handed off again.
It was times like these when she missed Tucker and Amy, at least with them in Boston she knew that she'd at least have a good lunch date planned. This was a meeting and it seemed that it wasn't going to have any frills to it.
Logging off the network she made her way up to the executive floors and over to McDonald's receptionist. Jezebel smiled at the woman, satisfied that at least he had some form of taste when it came to who brought in his coffee, "Can you let Lindsey McDonald know that Jezebel is not going to be taking a meeting with him at three, because she's here now?"