@DestrezaRx Thorns leaves her view. Time to get to work. She gives the climbing rope a final check, making sure her partner will have his escape route secure if necessary before moving on. She carefully moves along the cliff and occasionally looks out (3/5)
@DestrezaRx long as its with you.”
Once inside she turns on the shower and takes her time disrobing as the water warms up. Excitement builds in her stomach as her desire for closeness and her more mundane need for to get clean after a long mission (2/3)
@DestrezaRx singular bed.
“Just one, like you thought. At least its clean.” With a shrug the cuttlefish faces Thorns with a smile. “So, uh…you want the shower first? No offense but you smell like seaweed.” (2/2)
@DestrezaRx Hearing him approach, Andreana peeks her head out of the door to their shared room and waves him in. “Hey! Over here.” Inside she’s already removed most of her tactical gear as well as her mask. Her weapon lies within arm’s reach of the (1/2)
@DestrezaRx and stowing her weapon in a discreet case. It looked like something one might carry and instrument in, which Andreana found odd but the Doctor had insisted. Once she was ready she peeked around the truck to adress her partner. “Alright I’m (2/3)
@DestrezaRx sign outside simply reads ‘rest stop’.
“Finally some good luck…” Andreana mutters as she drives the truck into the gravel parking lot. (3/3)
@DestrezaRx bugs. Still, I just can’t relax while we’re still in- oh!”
She cuts herself off as a distant light comes into view. As they draw closer its shape becomes more distinct until its clear that the light is coming from a small building. The (2/3)
@DestrezaRx decided it would probably be a security risk. Besides, Iberian public radio didn’t usually play the music she was in to. With a sigh she began tapping at the steering wheel restlessly. “Can’t wait to be out of Iberia…” (3/3)
@DestrezaRx Andreana started the truck and they were off down the dusty roads.
They were a long way from civilization so there wasn’t much to look at. Even less as the day began to fade into night. The sniper was tempted to turn on the radio but (2/3)
@Rhodes_Doc “That’s…ominous.” The cuttlefish shrugs. “Just tracking some convoy in Columbia. Intel suggests its smuggling bootleg Oripathy treatments that are getting people killed. My job is to make sure its true before we make a move.”
@DestrezaRx to glare into the dark and make sure they weren’t followed. “…Looks clear. After everything that’s happened I was half expecting some Inquisitors to pop up and attack us.” She scoffs.
“You still got the keys? You had to scale up and down (2/3)