She sits calmly in her office chair. Awaiting the arrival of the military Colonel that her Organization had asked help for on a mission. A Mission to eliminate a Mob. For gods sake why the military?!

She stares at the door her fingers playing with a pen as she waits. Her beautiful eyes looking at the door like an x-ray machine checking for injuries. The grandfather clock ticks along as the seconds turn to minutes. Long, and painful, minutes.

She runs her hands over the barrel of her hand gun feeling the cold metal amongst her warm fingers. Inhaling a light breath of air as her eyes avert their gaze from the door to her gun. Not at all pleased with the fact that her agency had to ask the military for help. Of all people why the military. Stuck up bastards.

Suddenly, drowning out the clock. A knock rang out through her office. Vibrating off the bookshelves. She opened her mouth to speak. Her voice and words calm and collected.

“Enter.”