1936Re: Mission 14: The Final Frontier
- Jul 27, 2013Who: Michelle Laurent, Anjela Ramirez
Codename: Moriarty, Angel
Where: Houston, Texas
Location: NASA Space Center
When: 9:16 am Wednesday
Dark sunglasses hid Michelle's eyes, though she'd given herself a bit of muscle relaxant to her cheeks just to further trip the facial-recognition. She was sure it would wear off in time. Getting out of Switzerland had been...a nightmare, and once again she found herself answering Pierce's call at the moment when she most wanted to be back with Helena. She swore the woman had her under surveillance so she could call at the most inopportune moment.
But she'd played nice. Clad in a black skirt/white blouse combo that sat a little too tight, she'd even let the nice marshalls escort her to the space center. They'd had a fun conversation, too. There had been a time when she'd been boxed at the Smithsonian where at least one of her current escorts had almost apprehended her...had it not been for a careful bit of misdirection, she was sure the man would have caught her. But all in all, she was bored. And she wondered why the escort, but figured it was another one of Pierce's little jokes: Having her fly out with a hangover and then land in one of the sunniest states in the US, followed by an escort entirely comprised of guards who'd been on her detail.
Finally, she got out at the space center, popped two aspirin, washed it down with a swig from her water bottle, and looked around, the line on her mouth approaching disdain. Michelle noticed Angel and walked over to her, though between her hangover and the rather chilly reception from the Rangers, it was more of a stalk.
"Hello, Angel." She smiled at Angel, taking off her sunglasses to reveal eyes that were more than a little bloodshot, though still bright with excitement. She'd be a little more alert as the day went on, but right now, she was in that odd moment just pre-post-hangover. "Lovely day we're having, isn't it?"
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