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❝ Off to those pearly gates... Wait. I'm not dead yet, so I must be pulling up to that new facility. ❞
❝ Just me, thankfully I've not bumped into any of the team yet... ❞
❝ Do they even have alcohol in this place? ❞
❝ Off to those pearly gates... Wait. I'm not dead yet, so I must be pulling up to that new facility. ❞
❝ Just me, thankfully I've not bumped into any of the team yet... ❞
❝ Do they even have alcohol in this place? ❞
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It had been four and a half months since Kara had been transferred and reassigned at the 'secondary facility'. Kara wasn't much surprised when she heard about it all on the television that day so long ago. It wasn't much like she would've heard about it elsewhere. She always found herself at the bottom of the chain when it came to knowing what was going on. Not that she didn't mind that - the less she knew about what the 'labcoats' (as she liked to call them) did, the better - but she wasn't even on the premises when any of it happened. Maybe that was for the best. Kara was never one to back down from a fight with the media, and she'd never hear the end of it from the rest of them if she had been there.
And now she was lounging around in the back of a taxi, nursing a bottle of some expensive wine she couldn't quite pronounce. French stuff, by the looks of the label. It didn't matter. Either way it was going to go make friends with her liver. Gradually, her gaze came to rest on the taxi driver, who'd been rambling on about the weather for a good half hour. Who can even yammer on for this long about the damn weather...? She'd easily tuned him out. Hell, she had enough practice with Eberhardt around. She began to ponder who might win in a 'who-can-flap-their-jaw-the-longest' contest. Probably Eberhardt. At least he had the knack for being intellectual, unlike this guy. Kara shook her head as she observed the man's features in the rear view mirror. Mop of greasy brown curls, mucky brown eyes, vaguely crooked teeth and not a single ounce of personality. This man wasn't worth a conversation, let alone much else.
The taxi pulled up outside the facility, eventually. The driver was pretty much worthless and stopped at various buildings along the street beforehand, asking Kara if they were there yet at each stop like some child who had become impatient in the back of their parent's car. By the time they had finally got around to stopping at the actual building, Kara had downed the entire bottle of wine, leaving the empty bottle in the back seat. She half hoped it would smash as it rolled around in the sweaty, humid vehicle. The final '******** you'. As if that man had even had the cheek to ask for her phone number... How insulting.
As the taxi pulled away and disappeared off into a maze of traffic, Kara approached the building with a graceful step, cupping her hand near her mouth as to check if her breath smelled alright, and praying that the 'taxi stench' hadn't decided to stick to her clothing. Without so much as a word to anyone else, Kara marched through the building, surprisingly being able to take rather large strides in such tight clothing. "Conference room, conference room, conference room... Damn it, why can't things be straightforward... It's too early in the morning for any of this..." She muttered to herself as she turned another corner.
Smack.
In her determined trance, Kara had mowed down an unsuspecting victim, a 'labcoat' no less. As Kara snapped out of it and reached her hand down to the young man, she was drowned in a sea of apologies, which were abruptly met with a slender, fair-skinned finger to the lips. "Look, I'd love to stand here as we argue who was at fault, but I'm in need of directions to the Conference Room. This is my first time in the building and I conveniently don't have a map and/or SatNav." She stopped herself for a moment, mentally sighing as the poor man looked like a deer in the headlights. Eyes wide. Panicked expression. Heart beating out of his chest. She didn't have time for the babbling. "Now I'm going to take my finger off your lips. If you even utter the phrase 'I'm sorry', then I won't be liable for what comes next. Now where's the Conference Room?" Her finger pulled away from his lips slowly, Kara's icy-blue eyes gazing into his soft green eyes the entire time with an expression of 'give me anything but what I want to know and I'll kick your a**'. The man got up to his feet, with Kara's help, and threw a pointed finger down a long stretch of corridor. "You uh, take a left at the end of that long stretch. Should be a staircase as you turn onto the next corridor. Go up a floor and the conference room is straight across. Nowpleaseletmelive." The man scrambled to pick up his papers from the floor and fled down the nearest corridor. A small smirk slipped onto Kara's lips as she went off in the opposite direction.
Upon following the labcoat's orders, Kara found herself pushing open the door to the conference room and peering inside. This was where she was meant to wait for Jens, right? By the looks of it, there was nobody else here. Unless you counted the one unbelievably annoying house fly that buzzed around the ceiling fan. A light sigh escaped Kara's lips as she took a seat at the long table. If nobody turned up in the room within the next hour or so, all hell would break loose. That was a rough translation for 'If nobody turns up, I'm leaving for the next bar and getting myself a nice red wine.'.
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