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mockmade · 7 years ago
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It’s routine — or so they tell her. She’s not really worked with other agents before, save for the occasional spotter the agency insists she bring with her, mostly because her skill set doesn’t exactly play well with others, and nor does she. She skims over the thin folder she’s been given for the agent they have her collaborating with — Knock-out — looking over their skill set and missions brief one more time while she waits.
There’s not much for her to do: she’s only being deployed in case extraction gets rough, as a form of long range support; her handler insists that Knock-out is a very capable agent and there’ll be little reason for her to even to pull the trigger, that she’s merely a back-up plan. As her handler explains neatly that the agency is just loathe to lose operators — Cassia thinks, only mildly bitterly, that if the agency invests as much time in all their operators as they have in her life, that of course they would be.
Knock-out’s in danger of running late now, and she entertains herself in thinking that maybe they won’t show; she’s been waiting an ungodly amount of time. But it’s really no one’s but her own fault for the amount of time she’s been waiting — she favors a modicum of precision common of and expected of snipers — and so she toys with the file a minute more, deciding that she’ll stay ten past, and if Knock-out still doesn’t show, that they would have to be satisfied not knowing the sniper watching their back.
She tries to avoid looking at the clock when she hears the door, simply out of common courtesy, out of a ingrained sort of polite behavior, to avoid giving off the impression that she’s been waiting even though she has. She stands, turning to face the door, coaxing her lips up in a half smile, hand extended in offering, in greeting. “Knock-out, right?” She asks sweetly, in an attempt to come off as less dangerous than she knows she is. “I’m Andromeda — well, Cassia. I’ll respond to either,” she says, at a loss for what to say in this situation.
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