07-05-2018, 05:59 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]The information that poured from Agent Washington's lips was a start. A small one but it proved to be of some importance to the woman, especially when he said that name. The name. Church. Her paws seemed to grip tighter upon the other's arm as she took in a slow breath and maybe she wasn't just shaking from the cold. Yet her gaze remained focused on Washington, thinking and debating what to do next. He had, after all, answered the question she had asked of him and her head slowly tilted to the side. The thing was could she actually trust him, could she trust anyone anymore? Not after the rabid fiasco that had happened to those in Project Freelancer. The lying, cheating, clawing to get over one another and all for a leaderboard. She was heavily guilty in this and her jaws clenched as the memories hurt her. They hurt badly and she had to squeeze her eyes shut and she forced herself to stop shaking, to stop thinking about it. There was no time for weakness only vengeance and this information about this Church was going to get here where she needed to be. Others could have a similar name she was sure but that didn't matter to her, she'd confront him and question him. "I'm going to let you go. But you are going to take me to talk to this Church." Her words were jagged, too sharp. She didn't care about who this Micheal Caboose person was and her focus remained on her objective.
Though the conversation was broken and realization brought back in to focus that they still did have others around them. They had been silent so far and so she had almost forgotten their presence here. The male, a bobcat if she remembered her animals correctly seemed to have a nasty temper and that only made her want to prod at him. She hadn't yet let go of Washington and the command to do so she wanted to ignore so bad. Her stare was an obvious challenge but at this point it didn't really matter. She'd gotten what she had wanted and so she shifted her paws off of his foreleg and moved back before sitting down, back rigid and straight. "Get up, Agent Washington. And you-," She spoke pointedly to Roy with a dangerous glint in her expression that vanished within mere seconds of showing up. "What goes on between me and him is none of your concern. Need to know basis and you don't need to know." Her chest rose with a harsh breath before she shook her body, feeling her toes spread against the ground and her tail twitch slowly. A slow roll of her shoulders and a shift of her neck to feel it crack before she parted her jaws. Just relax. Claws began to tap almost instantly with restlessness and she looked down at her paws, still hesitant about what she was seeing.
"Washington, where are the sleeping quarters? What do you know of this place and the area?" Perhaps she needed to know more about this area but she didn't feel comfortable with asking the denizens about their own home. No, for now Washington would have to do for now. That was all she would need and if he tried anything she could very easy dispatch him and leave without so much as a trace. After all, she was made to be a killing machine and even in this different form she retained what she knew to the best of her abilities and would have to translate it to fighting on four legs instead of two. Didn't seem to be too hard and she finally lifted her head up to look at Roy as she rose to her paws again, curling her tail slightly in an almost dismissive twitch. "Who are you anyway? Are you the squad leader here or just a low ranking soldier?" Maybe something in between.
Though the conversation was broken and realization brought back in to focus that they still did have others around them. They had been silent so far and so she had almost forgotten their presence here. The male, a bobcat if she remembered her animals correctly seemed to have a nasty temper and that only made her want to prod at him. She hadn't yet let go of Washington and the command to do so she wanted to ignore so bad. Her stare was an obvious challenge but at this point it didn't really matter. She'd gotten what she had wanted and so she shifted her paws off of his foreleg and moved back before sitting down, back rigid and straight. "Get up, Agent Washington. And you-," She spoke pointedly to Roy with a dangerous glint in her expression that vanished within mere seconds of showing up. "What goes on between me and him is none of your concern. Need to know basis and you don't need to know." Her chest rose with a harsh breath before she shook her body, feeling her toes spread against the ground and her tail twitch slowly. A slow roll of her shoulders and a shift of her neck to feel it crack before she parted her jaws. Just relax. Claws began to tap almost instantly with restlessness and she looked down at her paws, still hesitant about what she was seeing.
"Washington, where are the sleeping quarters? What do you know of this place and the area?" Perhaps she needed to know more about this area but she didn't feel comfortable with asking the denizens about their own home. No, for now Washington would have to do for now. That was all she would need and if he tried anything she could very easy dispatch him and leave without so much as a trace. After all, she was made to be a killing machine and even in this different form she retained what she knew to the best of her abilities and would have to translate it to fighting on four legs instead of two. Didn't seem to be too hard and she finally lifted her head up to look at Roy as she rose to her paws again, curling her tail slightly in an almost dismissive twitch. "Who are you anyway? Are you the squad leader here or just a low ranking soldier?" Maybe something in between.