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Francesca tried to stay focus but the lack of coffee in her system didn't help her stay awake. "Uhh later I guess. I don't know their schedules I haven't look at the,." She sighed knowing her tone was more annoyed then helpful. "What about Yankee Stadium anyways? Any news.." Her questions were quick as her eyes melt closing.
"We've got a plan to go in and we're ready to go," Daniel said; he didn't worry about how tired Francesca sounded...to be honest, Daniel felt just as tired. He just wanted to get things going, period. "At the very least, I'd like to get everyone who's going into position and ready-to-go so that when the word comes down, we can take off right then."
Post by Stephanie Harrington on May 11, 2016 17:42:33 GMT -5
"Armorer, huh?" Dillon asked and raised his brow. "Nice." He looked to Jessie and smiled a little as he continued to eat.
"Yeah, I am a fix-it when it comes to weapons," Stephanie replied; it wasn't a boastful statement, it was just simple fact. Even though she only had a high-school degree to her name, Stephanie - had she been so inclined back in Balitmore growing up - could've easily taken those skills and gone legit years ago...
She knew the look he gave her and her smile waned a little. "So, anyway. You aren't on shift at the armory before the brief are you?" She brought her cup to her lips once more and took a small sip. "I wish it was now. I'd rather get this out of the way now. I just wanna know when this thing is supposed to kick off."
"Relax," Dillon said softly. "It ain't gonna come any faster the more you worry." He looked to Stephanie. "You going on that push for the stadium too?"
"Dillon's right," Stephanie said, pausing to eat some more pie and remembering her own words to Jessie hours earlier. Hearing the younger man's question, Stephanie replied, "Yeah, I'll be there...where, specifically, I don't know," pausing again to sip some coffee before, "but yeah, I'll be a part of it.
"And you, Dillon?" Stephanie asked. "I've only heard a few bits and pieces, but from what I've heard, they seem to be taking a good chunk of people - Scouts, a bunch of Scavengers, an Armorer or two, even a few wrenches from Maintenance....we might even see you there, Dillon," she added with a laconic 'who knows who's coming along?' kind of tone.
Dillon nodded. "Yeah, I'll be part of it. Just waiting on... well, the 'word' I guess. It's seriously like an 'all hands on deck' sorta thing."
Jessie looked to Dillon then back to Steph. What more could be said? He was right and so was Steph. No sense in worrying about it, but she couldn't help it. Yet, she was constantly told to 'not worry about it' which only made her think about it more. Just like she couldn't help her appetite was gone and the urge to want to get outside and get some fresh air was almost overwhelming.
It was becoming clear how uncomfortable she felt. Not only to her, but her outward appearance. Her eyes shifted back and forth quickly but weren't focusing on anything. Her skin suddenly became super clammy. "I gotta get some fresh air." She stood up rather suddenly and made her way towards the mess doors and quickly passed through them.
She had to focus on something else. But she couldn't. She couldn't because Yankee Stadium wasn't going anywhere. They were though. They were going to happily march in there with God knows what and...
Stop it, stop it, stop it.
Jessie couldn't get her thoughts under control. Her heart began to race. She could hear and feel her pulse in her ears now. Then her breathing hitched and she began to breathe faster but the faster she took in air, the less she felt like she had oxygen in her lungs.
Taking one, maybe two steps away from the mess doors, her feet felt like they weighed one-thousand pounds and her body had begun to go rigid.
When Jessie stood up and quickly excused herself, Dillon stopped mid chew and watched her leave after taking stock of her sudden departure. "We gotta go," he said to Steph and stood up quickly himself. "I think she's about to have a panic attack," he said to Steph in a hushed voice and quickly made his way towards the mess doors himself.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on May 11, 2016 23:42:44 GMT -5
"Alright," Stephanie said when first Jessie, who seemed unwell - and then Dillon - headed outside in a hurry. After a moment's hesitation, Stephanie got up with a start and headed to join them as well to join them; it looked for all the world like Jessie was having a panic attack of sorts, something she'd seen Rachel have a few times back in Baltimore and they scared the living hell out of her. "Is she alright, Dillon?" Stephanie asked, feeling as though she were back on that mental minefield of sorts...only this time, she wasn't the one with her foot on the landmine, it was Jessie...and Stephanie feared for her, a deep guttural fear.
"Jessie?" she said, walking up to them; when someone else asked if Jessie was alright, Stephanie shot them a death glare as if to say back off!...her and Dillon would do everything they could to help Jessie. "Dillon," she said quietly, "let's get Jessie outside and get her fresh air alright," rushing to get the door for both of them.
Jessie felt paralyzed and each breath she took she drew less air. Tears welled up as she stood there, just in front of the mess doors shaking and no doubt looking as pathetic as she felt. She couldn't speak, even if she wanted to. It was then she felt a pair of around her waist. She heard Dillon and Steph behind her now, too.
"You're okay. You're fine. Relax and breathe, Jess. Breathe. Slow, deep breaths. Deep breaths, girl," he said in a calming and relaxed tone. He let one around wrap around her waist while the other pulled her arm across his shoulders to support her.
It was then Jessie saw Steph move in front of them to grab the door. Jessie felt powerless as everything unraveled in front of her. She tensed and even though she knew that they were here to help her, but allowed her feet to drag and she tried to lean away from Dillon as best she could. Two tears rolled down her cheeks as she continued to wheeze for air.
"Jess. Jess, come on now. Breathe, girl." He walked with her right past Steph. "Stephanie, you gotta help me here. Let's get her somewhere away from people, kay?" Jessie still sucked in air with quick and shallow gasps to the point now where the room began to spin.
Dillon's voice became distant and Jessie's eye lids became heavy. Her head dipped forward before she blacked out.
"Okay, or that." Dillon eased Jessie down to the ground and looked to Steph. "Roll her on her left side and support her head for me, okay?" He moved towards her feet and pulled her boots off, crossing her feet at the ankles. "She'll be good. Just needs to relax and breathe. She gets panic or anxiety attacks sometimes. Hasn't had one in a while. Shit, probably four or five months since the last one. She has 'routines' she follows. Kinda like a safety net for her so she doesn't deal with stressful things she can't control. You know her well? She say or do anything that seemed off to you? I know her going in with the Scouts was a big deal..."
Post by Stephanie Harrington on May 12, 2016 19:57:48 GMT -5
As they got the door and Stephanie held it open for both Dillon and Jessie, helping the younger woman outside, she became more and more concerned for Jessie, who looked like she was having a full-on panic attack; shooting another person inside the mess hall another death glare, she heard Dillon ask her a question....just as Jessie blacked out from all the panic and stress.
"Jess. Jess, come on now. Breathe, girl." He walked with her right past Steph. "Stephanie, you gotta help me here. Let's get her somewhere away from people, kay?" Jessie still sucked in air with quick and shallow gasps to the point now where the room began to spin. Dillon's voice became distant and Jessie's eye lids became heavy. Her head dipped forward before she blacked out.
"Okay, or that." Dillon eased Jessie down to the ground and looked to Steph. "Roll her on her left side and support her head for me, okay?" He moved towards her feet and pulled her boots off, crossing her feet at the ankles. "She'll be good. Just needs to relax and breathe. She gets panic or anxiety attacks sometimes. Hasn't had one in a while. Shit, probably four or five months since the last one. She has 'routines' she follows. Kinda like a safety net for her so she doesn't deal with stressful things she can't control. You know her well? She say or do anything that seemed off to you? I know her going in with the Scouts was a big deal..."
As much as Stephanie wanted to tell Dillon about her and Jessie's romance, Stephanie also knew that if Jessie ever found out she'd mentioned it, there'd be hell to pay afterward. Helping Dillon as they tried to help Jessie through her panic attack, Stephanie followed Dillon's instructions...inside, though, Stephanie's heart was breaking into pieces as she thought of the hell Jessie must be going through that moment. Kneeling down to comfort her, Stephanie whispered, "Relax, Jessie, its' going to be alright....its' going to alright, girl; you just relax, okay...we're going to be right here for you." As she continued whispering to Jessie, she sat down next to her and gripped one of her hands, trying to comfort her. "Everything's gonna be alright, Jessie," she kept whispering to her as they sat there, "everything's gonna' be alright..." It was all Stephanie could do not to cry as her and Dillon stayed alongside Jessie, but as much as they could do, she still felt helpless to do anything, that mental minefield still in her own mind...
Dillon rubbed Jessie's feet a little. "Don't worry. She'll be fine. Messed up as it sounds, this is easier to deal with. Jess is a smart girl but when she's like this, she can't listen to reason. This also helps her control her breathing."
He sighed a little and paused. "Hope you are good at keeping a wrap on things. She wouldn't want this getting out. Give her a minute, she'll come out of this."
It didn't take much longer before Jessie twitched and her eyes fluttered open. She looked around, confused by where she was and why she was on the ground. Though it didn't take her long to figure out she had blacked out. "How long?" she asked, addressing Dillon as she looked to Stephanie. Shame and embarrassment were prevalent on her tired face.
Dillon responded without missing a beat. "Couple of minutes. Feeling better?"
"What do you think?" she snapped but she looked to him with a sullen expression and when she looked up to Steph again, she frowned. She started to sit up and sighed a little. "I'm sorry, I-"
Cutting her off, Dillon wasted no time. "Stop. It's good. I know. You're alright. You're gonna be alright."
"I'd like to not be on the floor, that cool?" she asked as Dillon nodded and helped her put her boots back on. "I'm really sorry. It's just this... this stadium looming overhead and... I'm just a little more stressed over it then I thought I was, I guess. I'm sorry." She wiped at her eyes quickly and looked to Steph now. "I'm sorry," she said again, more softly and sniffed a few times. "I just kinda wanna lay down for a little bit. That okay? You guys wanna... hang out?" She smiled, as best she could. Truth was that she did want to lay down. Not sleep necessarily but at least stretch out. And she hoped that she'd have company because she didn't want to be alone right now either.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on May 13, 2016 16:02:43 GMT -5
Dillon rubbed Jessie's feet a little. "Don't worry. She'll be fine. Messed up as it sounds, this is easier to deal with. Jess is a smart girl but when she's like this, she can't listen to reason. This also helps her control her breathing." He sighed a little and paused. "Hope you are good at keeping a wrap on things. She wouldn't want this getting out. Give her a minute, she'll come out of this."
"As many death glares as I've shot thus far," Stephanie said, "I doubt anyone will say anything," staying close by as Jessie - thankfully, she thought - started to come to; after a few moments, Stephanie patted Jessie on the shoulder, glad to see her feeling better. "You...you had us going there for a bit, girl," shrugging off the frown Jessie delivered to both her and Dillon....
"I'd like to not be on the floor, that cool?" she asked as Dillon nodded and helped her put her boots back on. "I'm really sorry. It's just this... this stadium looming overhead and... I'm just a little more stressed over it then I thought I was, I guess. I'm sorry." She wiped at her eyes quickly and looked to Steph now. "I'm sorry," she said again, more softly and sniffed a few times. "I just kinda wanna lay down for a little bit. That okay? You guys wanna... hang out?" She smiled, as best she could. Truth was that she did want to lay down. Not sleep necessarily but at least stretch out. And she hoped that she'd have company because she didn't want to be alone right now either.
Looking around, Stephanie smiled. "Nothing to be sorry about; we all stress out at certain times," she said, "better to let it out than try and keep it bottled up...'least that's what they say anyhow." Hearing Jessie's question, she said, "Yeah, sure," having to fight hard not to add 'your place or mine?' to her words. "Dillon, if you'll help her up, I'll lead the way," she added, standing up and looking around for a place where the three of them could crash for a couple of hours.
"No, I'm good. I can get myself up," Jessie said as she adjusted her boots and stood up, slowly but on her own. She smiled as Dillon moved to support her though, just in case. It was just then that Jessie reached out and hugged him. It seemed to have caught him off guard but he returned the embrace.
"Thank you, Dillon. Seriously. Uh, could I talk to Steph alone for a little while? She's going with the Scouts too and, well... It's girl talk."
Dillon paused, raising his brow but nodded. "Alright. Just, be chill and be easy okay? If you need me, you know I got you, right?"
Jessie nodded and smiled. She knew that. He had always pulled her back from that edge and this had been no different. With that, Dillon departed, glancing over his shoulder as he left. Once he was gone from sight, Jessie looked to Steph and furrowed her brow.
She quickly crossed to the older woman and embraced her too. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I freaked out and I'm sorry you had to see that," she whispered. "I... get them sometimes... Panic attacks..."
With a huff, Jessie let go of the embrace and cleared her throat. "Is it okay if we just... relax somewhere before the brief? If you can't or whatever, that's fine. I just... I don't want to be alone right now."
That was the truth. She wanted space, for sure but she didn't want to be alone. If she was alone with her thoughts, especially after having one, she might force herself into another. Especially since she hadn't experienced one in so long. Jessie just hoped that it didn't make Steph anxious or reluctant now about her. That was something she wanted to make sure of. There was nothing like pushing someone away that you just met then by having a meltdown in front of them.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on May 14, 2016 0:33:19 GMT -5
Watching Jessie get back up from her panic attack made Stephanie feel a whole lot better than she'd felt earlier, though it also worried her...what if Jessie freezes up over at Yankee Stadium? she started to think to herself when....
She quickly crossed to the older woman and embraced her too. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I freaked out and I'm sorry you had to see that," she whispered. "I... get them sometimes... Panic attacks..."
With a huff, Jessie let go of the embrace and cleared her throat. "Is it okay if we just... relax somewhere before the brief? If you can't or whatever, that's fine. I just... I don't want to be alone right now."
That was the truth. She wanted space, for sure but she didn't want to be alone. If she was alone with her thoughts, especially after having one, she might force herself into another. Especially since she hadn't experienced one in so long. Jessie just hoped that it didn't make Steph anxious or reluctant now about her. That was something she wanted to make sure of. There was nothing like pushing someone away that you just met then by having a meltdown in front of them.
"Hey, its' alright, Jessie," Stephanie whispered back to her as they embraced, "its' alright, its' alright." As they ended the embrace, she heard Jessie ask if they could be alone; without hesitating, Stephanie said, "Yeah, sure, there's a small beach-like cove set in above the rocks on the western end of the island; we can hang out there for a while before we have to come back in." It sounded corny, as if they were trying to hide from the world but given what had happened to Jessie just now, it was also what they needed...what both of them needed right then.
(OOC: If I remember the shoutbox convo Saturday, Yankee Stadium's a go; here's Daniel's post going off of that conversation.)It's a go, Daniel thought as he walked out of the impromptu meeting with the rest of the Hive's other overseers; putting his trademark cowboy hat on, he knew things would now click into position, the way a well-organized plan tended to do. He also knew, as he began walking towards the Rifle Range, he knew they'd have to start getting everything organized and ready-to-go for the next morning. Taking his radio off of his belt, he turned it on and spoke. "Tegan, this is Daniel; meet me in fifteen at the Rifle Range, out." As he began walking towards the warren of rifle-firing practice areas collectively known as the Rifle Range, he knew everything was riding on his plan for Yankee Stadium; if it worked, Rikers Island would have a fully-functioning second location, an outpost of freedom in the Rotten Apple. If it didn't work, he grimacedly mused, well...how did that Spartan quote go? he wondered. Ahh, I remember: either come back with your shield or come back on your shield...well, he thought as he continued walking along, hopefully no one will fulfill the second half of that quote.
Jessie nodded and smiled a little. It sounded good to her to just have a place to unwind. Hell, a cove with just the two of them... She felt guilt for what had happened. It wasn't her fault, sometimes things like that just happen, but she still felt terrible.
As the two made their way towards the area in which Steph described, Jessie shot a sideways glance to the woman and took a deep breath before she hooked her arm through Steph's. After a momen and with some slight apprehension reached her hand. She even somewhat leaned into Steph.
"So, uh... I'm sorry if like, that freaked you out. I know it can be something really shitty to experience. On like, both aspects." Jessie frowned and looked down at the ground a moment as the reached the cove Steph had mentioned. "Usually, Dillon can get me somewhere secluded before I really have a meltdown and than I can calm down. It seriously was months since the last one. I can't even remember what I went on about."
Post by Stephanie Harrington on May 15, 2016 16:58:34 GMT -5
As they walked over to the cove, Jessie leaned into Stephanie, slipping her arm around Stephanie; after a moment, Stephanie did likewise...
"So, uh... I'm sorry if like, that freaked you out. I know it can be something really shitty to experience. On like, both aspects." Jessie frowned and looked down at the ground a moment as the reached the cove Steph had mentioned. "Usually, Dillon can get me somewhere secluded before I really have a meltdown and than I can calm down. It seriously was months since the last one. I can't even remember what I went on about."
"Its' no problem, baby," Stephanie said; pausing to take off her long-sleeve shirt, she spread it out on the ground so that they could sit down; in front of them, the waters of the East River lapping onto the rocks along the shore...it was an almost perfectly secluded place, a spot of peace on the Island. "There's nothing to be ashamed of there; sometimes things happen and people stress out," sitting down on one end of the shirt. "Happens to all of us," she added, trying to ease Jessie's concerns over her panic attack earlier.
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on May 16, 2016 23:37:15 GMT -5
He also knew, as he began walking towards the Rifle Range, he knew they'd have to start getting everything organized and ready-to-go for the next morning. Taking his radio off of his belt, he turned it on and spoke. "Tegan, this is Daniel; meet me in fifteen at the Rifle Range, out."
Argh..., Tegan growled as she picked up the radio; having just walked into her office over in Maintenance, she wondered just what Daniel was talking about. "On my way, out." Grabbing her denim jacket and rifle, she slung it over her shoulder and walked out of the office, thinking, We just got the go-order, I'd bet my next life on it. Turning her radio back, on, she changed frequencies and keyed the mic. "Bam, this is Tegan. Start gathering everyone and get them over to the Armory ASAP; Daniel just asked to speak to me and I'll bet it's a short, curt 'we're go for Yankee Stadium' message, so start going, alright?'" Sliding her radio back into its' holster, she picked up the pace and started walking faster, hoping that her hunch was right and that they were going to Yankee Stadium after all. I'm not blood-thirsty, she thought to herself, I just want to get the ball rolling...
Jessie watched as Steph took a seat on the shirt that was laid down. It was then that Jessie joined her and when she did, she hooked her arm through Stephanie's and leaned her head against the woman's shoulder.
"Please don't tell anyone," she said after a moment. She looked at Stephanie hard. "Please. Okay? If that gets out I don't think I'll be able to go. I mean, not that I'm looking forward to it either but..."
She sighed and looked to the water. "Would be almost romantic had we not been on a prison island surrounded by the walking dead in the 'City that never sleeps'. That about sum it up?" She was deadpanned when she said it and she was being wholly serious.
Jessie looked to Stephanie and there was a very real lingering sadness to her words.
(OOC: Sorry it's been slower here. I am just really amped about the upcoming story arch for the stadium. XD Heh)
Post by Stephanie Harrington on May 18, 2016 1:10:21 GMT -5
Jessie watched as Steph took a seat on the shirt that was laid down. It was then that Jessie joined her and when she did, she hooked her arm through Stephanie's and leaned her head against the woman's shoulder.
"Please don't tell anyone," she said after a moment. She looked at Stephanie hard. "Please. Okay? If that gets out I don't think I'll be able to go. I mean, not that I'm looking forward to it either but..."
"I won't tell a soul, Jessie," Stephanie replied, drawing Jessie up to her, their arms around the other's waist as they sat to one another. "You have my word on it," she added and she meant it as well; whatever Jessie had to say as they sat would remain between them...
She sighed and looked to the water. "Would be almost romantic had we not been on a prison island surrounded by the walking dead in the 'City that never sleeps'. That about sum it up?" She was deadpanned when she said it and she was being wholly serious. Jessie looked to Stephanie and there was a very real lingering sadness to her words.
"Hey," Stephanie said, kissing the top of Jessie's head in an effort to ease any lingering stress she was going through. "Now that you mention it," she said, looking out onto the water, "this would make a nice romantic hideaway; just think...if this hadn't been a jail before....seeing all the bright lights and everything, it would be a hell of a spot..."
Before Stephanie could continue, one of the other Scouts ran up and called out to them. "Hey, girls," he began, "we just got the recall message; Yankee Stadium's a go! Tegan wants to talk to everyone over in the Armory right now, so c'mon!" As he ran off to find the others, Stephanie shook her head and dryly said to Jessie, "I guess they call that coitus interruptus...well, I guess Yankee Stadium's a go," she added, upset that someone had interrupted them, but at the same time Stephanie was also glad that the time for waiting was over; like it or not, they had a destination ahead of them...
Jessie let out a sigh and slowly began to stand up. She was irritated too that they were interrupted but she was glad to some degree that she didn't have to stress about when they were going. No. Instead she could focus on the fact that now they were going. It didn't seem much better but at least she knew that the wait was over.
"Maybe we can find a private booth in the middle of a dead fuckin' city." Anger was etched into her words as she looked to Stephanie with a sullen expression. Jessie waited for her to stand and grab the shirt they were sitting on before she walked towards the armory, after waiting for Steph to move with her.
She hugged herself as she walked, anxious about what was to come but again, it came down to this. At least she knew it was coming. She didn't dare speak a single word. She remained silent for the entirety of the walk to the armory. The only thing she wanted to focus on was the brief and then the push for the stadium.
The only real catch was to push the thoughts of the convoy out of her mind from the day prior. Now the only thing she had to do was sit and listen to the brief. And pray to God she didn't puke during the damn thing...
Inside The Armory....As he waited for everyone going to Yankee Stadium to arrive, Daniel leaned back against one of the Armory counters, cowboy hat rolled up in his hand and looked at his team leaders for the coming operation. They couldn't be more opposite than if the Fates had picked them, Daniel mused - besides himself, there was Tegan, his Lead Scout, who would be taking a team of Scouts...knowing her, he thought, she'll be at the head of the line the whole damn time. Next to her, several large bags of climbing gear next to him, was Pontius, who led the Scavengers' resident group of Suicide Climbers; their job would be to climb and enter the outside office structure, secure a room or two to operate in, then begin clearing out office rooms at the top and work their way down....crazy-ass climbers all, but damn good at their job, he thought.
Standing on Daniel's opposite side from Tegan and Pontius were his other two team leaders, Travis and Bam, both damn good Scouts in their own right....for this operation, they'd be leading teams of their own as everyone made their way through the House That Ruth Built and that had Daniel a bit nervous...not enough to change team leaders mid-stride but as he'd told Tegan minutes before, "Don't hesitate calling them and asking how they're doing every so often, okay?"
"Alright, here's how I'm breaking down the teams, folks," Daniel said as they waited for everyone to arrive. "Bam, you've got Ryan and Ehren, plus three Scavengers and one of Dr. Vega's medics," adding, "Yeah, I know, it sucks you got Itchy and Scratchy under you, but still...," eliciting laughter from the others.
"Pontius, who've you got for your Suicide Climbers?" Daniel asked, turning to his next team leader. "Besides myself," Pontius replied, "Manny, Frans and Andy....in other words, the Four Muskeeters."
"I'm sure they're that good," Daniel dryly said in turn, though he knew Pontius wasn't peddling bunkum; he and his climbers were that good. Turning to Travis, he continued. "Travis, you've got....besides your wife Lyndsey," causing Travis to jokingly give Daniel a 'you're number one' hand signal, "you've got Van Vugt, 3 more Scavengers and a medic. Your team's also going to be the reserve team for both Tegan and Bam, so try to stay alert, okay," causing Travis to turn a ruddy shade of red.
Then, he looked square at Tegan; as his most senior subordinate, she got first pick of the group and Daniel was anxious to know who she'd picked. "Alright, Tegan, who've you got?"
"Besides myself," she replied, "I've got Johnny, Dave, Stephanie, Jessie, Dillon and Roner." Dillon whistled at the selection; Tegan was basically taking what was, for all intents and purposes, a half-rookie crew with her. "You sure you're going to be alright out there?" Travis asked her.
"Travis, I wouldn't have picked them if I didn't think they could do the job," Tegan said to him, flashing a laser-like death glare at the man and almost daring him to reply. After a few moments, Daniel stepped in and said, "Relax, guys.....look," setting his cowboy hat down on the counter, "I know this is the biggest operation the Hive's ever conducted and we're going to have everyone watching from afar, so let's just do our jobs out there, alright? We do that, we got nothing to worry about....," pausing as the first of those going stepped inside. "Conversation's over, alright?" he added. Picking up his cowboy hat once more, he began composing his thoughts for the briefing to come, using it to settle any latent nerves he might still have as the minutes ticked down.
Jessie maintained her silence during the brief. She recognized most of them from the other brief or had at least seen them floating about the island before. But she said nothing. What was she going to say? Instead she just listened as the instructions were given to them on the team layout. She was grateful for it, given the fact she was comfortable with at least two of them on her team.
As Daniel ended the tension between Travis and Tegan before it could escalate any further, Jessie glanced to Travis with a bit of a scowl on her face. Maybe he was right that they were 'rookies' but to address it in that manner aggravated her. Before she could help herself, the words just came out. "You gonna be alright out there with your 'wife'?"
She didn't look his way, she just instead looked beyond Daniel with her arms crossed over her chest still. "Her bite is probably more lethal than the dead," she said in a much more hushed tone, but she said it aloud all the same.
Jessie just wanted the brief to really start so they could get the timelines laid out before them. The sooner they got the ball rolling here, the sooner they could just do this and then get back.
Post by Stephanie Harrington on May 19, 2016 23:36:47 GMT -5
As they walked over to the Armory, Stephanie couldn't help but feel an enormous weight off of her shoulders; instead, she felt a sort of nervous tension, the same kind she'd feel when ripping drug dealers off back in Charm City...it was, she once told a homicide detective, 'like feeling the velocity of blood going through you'...and that same feeling was coursing through her as her and Jessie stepped inside the Armory and joined the rest of the Scouts who were going.
As they stood with the others and listened to Daniel's briefing, Stephanie was shocked to hear Jessie's comment about Travis and his wife; stifling a chuckle as she glanced at the younger woman, she thought to herself, I was going to say the same thing myself, Jessie. Using the moment to make certain the plan, she raised her hand. "So, let me get this straight: the monkey climbers are gonna' scale the outside and get into an office area while the rest of us - minus those going in the Service Entrance - go in right through the front gate, split up and search in three groups?" It sounded almost defiant to ask, but she wanted to make sure.
"Yeah, that's about it," Daniel said, himself trying to stifle a laugh over Jessie's comment and he said, "And Jessie, for the record, Lyndsey's bite is probably more lethal than the dead's....just ask Travis," causing Travis to turn a nice, bright shade of red - and causing everyone to laugh at Daniel's attempt to turn things back on Travis. Looking around, he added, "Besides, Tegan's right; she wouldn't've picked them if she didn't think they couldn't do the job, alright, Travis?"
As Stephanie and the others settled back down, he said, "Alright, unless there's anything else, let's go ahead and grab our gear, weapons and radios; the vehicles are already on their way to the Armory here so we can just climb onboard once they get here." After a moment he added, "Let's be about it."
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
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