WHR - Moments to Hours
Title: Moments to Hours
Author: MsCongeniality
Genre: WHR
Rating: PG
Character: Yurika Doujima
Word Count: 359
Author's Notes: Set during episode 15, 'Time to Say Goodbye'. Thanks to lostindreams25 for the read-through.
Yurika removed her earpiece and clicked the seat back a few notches. For some reason, she found it easier to think staring at the ceiling than looking out the too bright windows around her.
Making that call was easily the hardest thing she'd done since the start of this mission. Sometimes all the training, all the conditioning could not keep an agent from sympathizing with the target of an investigation. She knew her frustration showed on her face, and she was sure it had come through in her voice as well. With luck, they'd just put it down to peevishness or the research not going her way.
It wouldn't do, after all, for them to be tipped off before the attack.
She bit her lower lip, worrying at it in an uncharacteristic way. All the assurances she'd had could mean nothing. There was no way to know if she was being lied to as well. Besides, in an operation like this one, anything could go wrong. Someone could decide to play hero--that'd be right up Sakaki’s alley. Or else something unforeseen, like the Chief having a heart attack from the shock. Sure he got on her case and they fought, but that was the role she was there to play. For all his bluster, he really did want to do right by the organization. What if he, what if any of them, took a bad hit in the crossfire?
With a sigh, she released the catch and brought her seat back to a sitting position. A busy street in the heart of town wasn't the best place to sit, especially with her nerves so on edge. Surely there was a cafe or something where she could wait for the all clear and the curtain to rise on her next act.
She turned the motor over and caught a glimpse of the look on her face in the rear view mirror as she checked traffic. Worry was etched into her features which she determinedly eased, forcing herself to look more natural.
She'd thought the call was going to be the hardest part. She'd been wrong, it was the waiting.
Author: MsCongeniality
Genre: WHR
Rating: PG
Character: Yurika Doujima
Word Count: 359
Author's Notes: Set during episode 15, 'Time to Say Goodbye'. Thanks to lostindreams25 for the read-through.
Yurika removed her earpiece and clicked the seat back a few notches. For some reason, she found it easier to think staring at the ceiling than looking out the too bright windows around her.
Making that call was easily the hardest thing she'd done since the start of this mission. Sometimes all the training, all the conditioning could not keep an agent from sympathizing with the target of an investigation. She knew her frustration showed on her face, and she was sure it had come through in her voice as well. With luck, they'd just put it down to peevishness or the research not going her way.
It wouldn't do, after all, for them to be tipped off before the attack.
She bit her lower lip, worrying at it in an uncharacteristic way. All the assurances she'd had could mean nothing. There was no way to know if she was being lied to as well. Besides, in an operation like this one, anything could go wrong. Someone could decide to play hero--that'd be right up Sakaki’s alley. Or else something unforeseen, like the Chief having a heart attack from the shock. Sure he got on her case and they fought, but that was the role she was there to play. For all his bluster, he really did want to do right by the organization. What if he, what if any of them, took a bad hit in the crossfire?
With a sigh, she released the catch and brought her seat back to a sitting position. A busy street in the heart of town wasn't the best place to sit, especially with her nerves so on edge. Surely there was a cafe or something where she could wait for the all clear and the curtain to rise on her next act.
She turned the motor over and caught a glimpse of the look on her face in the rear view mirror as she checked traffic. Worry was etched into her features which she determinedly eased, forcing herself to look more natural.
She'd thought the call was going to be the hardest part. She'd been wrong, it was the waiting.