Calling in the cavalry.

[initiative]

I couldn't believe this. Walsh calls for some important, last minute meeting, and I'm halfway across campus in the middle of an ethics class. My entire military career I had never held poor attendance -- come to think of it, I don't think I've been late for anything in my life, and I wasn't about to start now. It took me the better half of fifteen

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[agent_miller]

After the others had all stood up and taken their leave I pushed out of my seat and moved to do the same. I might have walked right off too, without even noticing the way that Riley seemed to be handling the news Walsh had just delivered. Forrest nudged me with his elbow before I'd even managed to take a step, which enticed me to turn back around and see what it was he'd been gesturing toward. Sure enough, Riley was still sitting there after all was said and done. He was looking pretty pretty shell-shocked, too. Both Forrest and I exchanged glances with one another, before heading over toward our friend and team leader. Funny thing was, Riley didn't even notice we'd approached. It wasn't until Forrest waved his hand in front of his face that he finally stood up and started heading for the next room. I shook my head, before catching up and slapping a hand onto Riley's shoulder.

"Man, lighten up. You'd think it was the end of the world or something with the way you're acting."

"Yeah, I know," He spoke up in defense of Himself. "I'm overreacting, I admit it. It's just .. I can't remember the last time I wasn't put in charge of a mission, you know?"

"That's what you're worried about?" I asked, before shaking my head again and removing the hand that had been placed on his shoulder. "You're still Walsh's favorite. You know that, right? Hayes just got this one because she .. lacks certain equipment that we don't, if you get my drift." Riley didn't seem to be buying it. Then again, maybe it was just the crude way in which I chose to break down the situation that he wasn't feeling.

"You're probably right."

"Probably?" I echoed, while looking over to Forrest, who had also glanced over toward me. Was Riley really so dense that he couldn't see what everyone else could as plain as day? "Man, you're Walsh's golden boy. I really don't see her trading you out for some sorority chick anytime soon."