Thread: Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

Becca stepped out of the airport and smelled the fresh Miami breeze. It had been too long since she had been to Florida, and she had missed the salt and warmth. While she had arrived in the city on business, she was also looking forward to meeting her sister Sarah as well, whom she hadn't seen in far, far too long! Hailing a cab, she loaded her suitcases into the back and settled into her seat, reviewing files as the driver took her to her hotel. The Madras Slave Ring. They had been a thorn in the side of the FBI for far too long, and they had never successfully infiltrated it. That was what had caused them to take the desperate step of out-sourcing. Of all the candidates they had considered, Becca was the one chosen. She suspected her looks had something to do with it, but preferred to think it was because of her take-charge attitude and professionalism. Standing at just 5'4, she was lean and taut with bright red hair that fell just past her shoulder-blades. Her pale skin stood out compared to the tanned Miami people, but there wasn't a lot of sun-tanning options in Seattle, her hometown. She was proud of her physical condition and able to handle herself in most fights without any problem. Her confidence radiated out from her. Reaching her hotel, she slid out of the cab and retrieved her luggage, offering a generous tip to the driver before stepping through. It was a beautiful hotel, old and dignified. She loved staying here and had done so many times. She was so involved with taking in the scenery that she didn't notice the large man eyeing her over his newspaper as she walked to the desk, just close enough to hear without being too obvious. Hello, I'm Becca O'Hare checking in. I also need to know if my sister Sarah has left any messages for me. There should be one. With a nod, the receptionist got to work as Becca tapped her foot in time to the Muzak filtering through the lobby. It took a few minutes and several signatures before she was finally granted her room key. And do I have any messages waiting? No ma'am, the receptionist replied, tugging at his vest nervously. We don't have any messages, I'm very sorry. Murmuring her understanding, she grabbed her luggage and made her way to room 202. She hadn't been able to talk to her sister by phone in over a day, being put straight to voice-mail each time she tried. That was odd enough, but she supposed the phone could have been lost or run out of power. To not have a message waiting was disturbing, though. She was supposed to let Becca know where to meet her for dinner so that they could get caught up. Her sister had moved two months before and she wasn't sure where her house was off-hand. Sighing, she decided she would deal with it in a little while. After a day of flying, she wanted nothing more than to kick her heels off and collapse into bed. Unstrapping her gun belt and laying it over a chair, she stripped quickly and efficiently before deciding to get a shower and wash off the grime of the airplane. Water hot and steaming, she stepped under it with a sigh, thrilled to be able to finally relax a bit before seeing her sister and looking for the Madras Slave Ring. It was her chance for glory, promotion, and a massive status increase.. she had no intention of doing anything to mess it up!