"Okay is everyone else ready?" she asked curiously tapping her foot with a yawn.
"Umm... You sound like a very sour person. I've no memory of anyone ever trying to deliberately harm me."
"Sour is not the word. Prepared and Realistic however is. If I am attacked which I have been before for various reasons in various situations. I would rather kill than be killed if that's different for you good. I would just prefer not to hear about it because I do my job how I do my job and I am not changing that because I sound sour." she growled rolling her eyes she wasn't one to have out bursts like that, but she was upset by this conversation it reminded her of her past.
A voice beyond anger blasted through the ear pieces. "WHAT ON EARTH IS TAKING YOU SO LONG?! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR HOW LONG NOW?!" It was, of course, Alexandra's voice. Her patience had finally run dry.
"I have given you PLENTY of time to get ready! But as soon as I'm not breathing down your back, you lolligag like children in a candy store! This is not a field trip, ladies!! FOCUS! WEAPONS! GRAB THEM! FRONT DOOR! AT IT! PRONTO!" There was a violent sound of Alexandra thrashing the earpiece, which abruptly stopped.
Off the mic, Alexandra furiously paced back and forth. Yes, it was her fault that they were behind schedule. She had figured "Oh, they'll just be a few more minutes! THEN I can chew them out!"
But a few minutes had dragged on longer than she had expected. She couldn't bear the wait any longer. She took a deep breath. If she wanted them to get going, she might just have to...
No. She had promised that she was not going with them. They were a team now. They could handle a girl and some petty rock-fiend. Alexandra had to stay back anyways. She would be overseeing movement of the werewolf into another cell on the upper floors, seeming how there were newer systems in place to keep him contained and no ally to help him escape.
She grabbed at her earpiece again in order to make some arrangements with guards on Sub Level 5... but there was only static when she talked into it.
Frustrated, Alexandra ripped the piece out of her ear and what started as rage quickly turned to confusion.
She had somehow crushed her own earpiece.
"I have given you PLENTY of time to get ready! But as soon as I'm not breathing down your back, you lolligag like children in a candy store! This is not a field trip, ladies!! FOCUS! WEAPONS! GRAB THEM! FRONT DOOR! AT IT! PRONTO!" There was a violent sound of Alexandra thrashing the earpiece, which abruptly stopped.
Off the mic, Alexandra furiously paced back and forth. Yes, it was her fault that they were behind schedule. She had figured "Oh, they'll just be a few more minutes! THEN I can chew them out!"
But a few minutes had dragged on longer than she had expected. She couldn't bear the wait any longer. She took a deep breath. If she wanted them to get going, she might just have to...
No. She had promised that she was not going with them. They were a team now. They could handle a girl and some petty rock-fiend. Alexandra had to stay back anyways. She would be overseeing movement of the werewolf into another cell on the upper floors, seeming how there were newer systems in place to keep him contained and no ally to help him escape.
She grabbed at her earpiece again in order to make some arrangements with guards on Sub Level 5... but there was only static when she talked into it.
Frustrated, Alexandra ripped the piece out of her ear and what started as rage quickly turned to confusion.
She had somehow crushed her own earpiece.
At the sudden burst of sound from her earpiece she jumped she screamed "YOU HEARD THE LADY LET'S GO!" she held her gear close and rushed to the front door.
*Wilson is realizing that the people here seem to have No Chill. Who knew that search & safed escort would be such a full focus Job. I mean, it's not like the people that they are going to get are being forced to come with them in a bad way. They just got a little roudy, and need to be forcibly relaxed... Oh yea! Tranqs! More yelling from the others means that they are in the same kind of situation. But it looks like its time to move now. Travel before Tranqs. a Restlaxing driver is a sad driver & motionless passengers*
"Ok."
*Wilson follows, keeping his tranq Sniper ready*
"Ok."
*Wilson follows, keeping his tranq Sniper ready*
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