Thread: Assignment Name: Shiloh Luxor Richmond {SLR} (Charliesweb7 & Razgriz)

The man finally seemed to turn around, Anastasia noticing the thick rimmed glasses. Oh so typical. He tinkered with computers and he looked like a nerd. Please, did everyone do that? Was this some trend she was missing? Or were Americans just looney? Hum, perhaps it was the latter of those options... She wanted to laugh at the man. In fact, she should at this rate. She did end up snickering as he mentioned his paradise . You mean this dark room with buzzing computers, a lingering stale smell of canned air, and a pasty white nerd? Sure. This is paradise alright if that is what you call it. She replied. The woman really didn't have a filter on her. Rather, she spoke freely and her words were not very kind. There had been no room for soft spoken kind words in KGB. There was no room for weakness or emotions in general. As the man rambled on, she let out an exasperated sigh as her eyes traveled over the man in front of her. Sure, he wasn't all that bad really. Decent frame, nice jaw line. He wasn't the most attractive man on the planet but he was good looking. Not that she really cared. Then again, she would easily sleep with him. What can she say? Sex was fun for her. It really had no meaning anymore besides some physical pleasure. Nothing emotional for her. There was another snicker from Anastasia when the boss had to tell Darren to effectively shut up. This was entertaining to her in a stupid sort of way. So you gotta be joking right? I mean...this kid must be what...eighteen at best? And he tinkers with computers. You really think my talents are best served with a man like him? She asked the boss. This assignment will be about Don Rossi. The boss explained, moving over and then turning to face both of them. He is a local mob boss.... He started. but didn't get to finish. There was a groan and a serious eye roll from Anastasia. Really? You do all this shit...just so you can give me some menial task of a mob boss? Excuse me. I thought this was the FBI. Don't you chase terrorists? Or people like me? Not some...minimal risk? My talents would be better served teaching old women how to kick some guy in the crotch. She replied quickly, her sharp tongue earning a stern glare from the boss. Miss Dvok...do you plan on doing this the entire time? He asked her. Quite frankly, her mouth was more of a nuisance. He should have just put tape over her mouth. If only that would solve all of their problems. Are you going to give me a partner I can work with and a real assignment? This kid is probably good at what he does but he isn't a field agent by far. Tell me, does he even know how to shoot a gun? She asked, looking over to him again for the first time in a while. Anastasia was not exactly complimenting this man. And it made it obvious why people didn't send her birthday cards. She wasn't very well liked. She had been talking about him their entire time, as if he wasn't there. Hopefully the kid wasn't too hurt by it. Then again, she really couldn't care less if he was or wasn't hurt by her. There was a pause from the boss before he continued on. Don Rossi holds sensitive information on his computer. Since intel seems to be one of your fortes Miss Dvok, you can rather easily infiltrate the organization. Darren here has a program that can compile the data extracted. He finished. And this is a matter of national security. He warned. Maybe that would catch her attention. Then again, she really didn't have the choice. They had information that she wanted. They had something she treasured. Something she would die for. With a simple lick of her lips, giving a simple shrug of her shoulders. It seems as if you perhaps doubt me. Of course I can infiltrate. She told him, then looking to Darren. I guess it is just you and me kid. She commented. Anastasia was only twenty five herself. Darren just looked young to her, juvenile almost. Maybe it was just because he looked so nerdy.