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Date Posted: 01:47:34 05/02/06 Tue
Author: Remy/Kyr/Jack
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Braden/Haylie 's message, "inside" on 00:45:25 05/02/06 Tue

(He led the way into the 'office', which was really just a makeshift place set up to house what gear he had brought home from work before he had become commander. It had a desk and various items of electronic equipment in it, but was mostly non-functional since he rarely worked at home and had no need for the office. He flipped the light on and grunted when the old lightbulb blew.) So much for using this room. (He muttered as he walked over to open the window and the shade, letting the light from outside flood the room instead.) We just need a signature anyways, don't need halogens for that. (He said and set the papers on the desk for Braden. He flipped open the small packet of papers to the last page, where his scrawled signature was already laid out in black ink and a line was waiting for Braden's signature to make everything official.) The document just outlines that you are henceforth off government radar and assumed missing in action - you will assume a new identity under Delta protocol. Your pay raise will follow a 40% base raise from what you were receiving in special forces and your lodgings will be taken care of until such time that you are able to locate permanent housing. You are on call from the moment you sign this document and answer directly to me alone, all other orders are to be run through me before authorization. You will have all equipment, transportation and other necessities provided for you by the agency. Other than that, you're on your own. (He handed the pen to Braden and then stood back a little, crossing his arms over his chest and trying to ignore the voices in the other room.) (He arched a brow as he looked at her, unsure if she was pissed at him or merely annoyed... he was just making sure the other guy knew that she was taken.. it wasnt like had made an effort to let him know or anything. He was about to retort when he heard another knock and frowned.) Fucking grand central station around here. (He muttered moodily as he walked over to open the door.) (She tipped her head to the side as she waited for someone to open the door, double checking the address just in case.. she still couldn't believe that she had been send to a home address for a blackops interview.. it was a little too under the radar if you asked her. If the rest of the operation was as two-bit as the interview she was out of there. When the door opened and she was face to face with an old flame, she nearly dropped her keys onto the floor, and as it was she had to take a deep breath to get her heart going again. The 5'6" blonde let her silvery gaze wander over Kyrian's face as he stood in the doorway, just as speechless as she was, before she broke the ice and lifted a hand to touch his cheek.) Kyrian Sutherland.. it's been too long. (She said before looking over his shoulder.) I should have known when I saw McLean's name on the memo that you'd be sniffing around here too. (She wasn't sure if that was good or not.. but it had been a while since she had been decently laid so maybe it was good afterall.) I'm here to see the Commander. (She said when Kyrian still didn't say anything.) (He felt like he might be better off running down the hall and straight for the border.. Courtey Lynn Abrams was a loaded weapon and she always seemed to be aiming straight at him.. and the last thing he needed was to have her sniffing around him now. He stepped back from the door, his jaw set and his gaze annoyed.) He's in the office, he'll be out in a moment. (He finally said, closing the door behind her as she walked in and took a preliminary glance around the room. She was a bombshell, that was for sure.. all sinewy muscle and lithe feminine grace packed into a pair of tight jeans and a ripped halter.. her blonde hair loose down her back and her eyes begging a man to try and look away. It was no wonder they had called her 'Vixen' in the navy.. and no wonder he had gotten himself way too involved with her a long time back.)

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