Oh, ew.
Yes, ew. Had it been possible to throw them off the plane, I would have been sorely tempted. Where are you and where is the booze?
Oh, ew.
Yes, ew. Had it been possible to throw them off the plane, I would have been sorely tempted. Where are you and where is the booze?
Hey, don’t text me in that tone of letters like it’s my fault!Isn’t it? You were due back a week and a half ago.
Don’t remind me. I wish I’d been back a week ago. I hate babies. You know that? I really, really hate babies.
Babies? What the hell do babies have to do with anything?
Babies. There were babies on the plane. Screaming babies.
Hey, don’t text me in that tone of letters like it’s my fault!Isn’t it? You were due back a week and a half ago.
Don’t remind me. I wish I’d been back a week ago. I hate babies. You know that? I really, really hate babies.
Sharon couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so exhausted.
‘A quick recon trip’ to the west coast had turned into an entire operation. With things so screwed up at home base, there were few other agents who could be spared. So Carter had remained on the west coast to head a team there. After what seemed like an age, their objective had been completed and it was time to head home.
Finally.
The plane ride had been long and dreary, full of screaming children and over-priced, reheated crap that barely passed as food. A layover in Atlanta had provided some brief respite, but then it was back on the plane again, this time with toddlers running up and down the aisles. And her mother had wondered why she didn’t want any children.
Carter managed to drag herself down to her motorcycle, which had been parked at the air port for God-knew-how-long. She was just relieved it hadn’t been stolen, truth be told. It was a fairly short ride from the air port back to her apartment and, once there, Sharon collapsed on the cough. She’d pick the dog up from the boarding facility the next day. For now, she just wanted to sleep. Still, some urge itched at the back of her mind and she reached over to grab her cellphone.
Time to call in.
So I’m posting this from a school computer because my laptop screen stopped displaying. 8I I took it to Best Buy and apparently have to wait 2-3 weeks to get it back because they have to send it to their warehouse or some crap. So I’ll be scarce until then.
Ugghhhhh.
[Chuckles] Everyone loses. I hear Murdock is pretty good anyway. [Leans forward to sip from the bottle] Maybe we should have lost, really.
[Shrugs] He’s alright. [Furrows brows] Why?
[Sets the bottle down between them and looks out over the lake] Do you ever get the feeling that you’re being royally screwed over somehow but you’re not sure why? Someone should have been watching Banner. Protocol would have someone watching Banner if they’d thought he was a threat.
And now he’s gone. Not on the carrier, not in contact with us. Just gone. I don’t know what’s going on, but something’s not right about this. Banner, the SHRA, Fury leaving.
Loki brushed his leg off with his hands, “I’m okay… I- Sorry, I was not watching where I was going…” He looked over and up at the woman he’d pretty much run into. He sort of stared at her for a moment, blinked and then tilted his head. She seemed sort of familiar to him, like he’d seen her face somewhere before. Was she in his book thing? He pushed himself to his feet and put his hood down properly.
He eye’d the dog, whom seemed to be eyeing him back. Loki wasn’t sure if the dog was mad at him or not, but he was definitely staring at him. “You are much bigger than Torolf…. please do not eat me…” he put his hands up and took a step back.
“No, it’s alright. I was running too.” Sharon admitted, “And kind of distracted.” Pulling the paper off the band-aid, she carefully applied it to the child’s cut and offered a small smile. “There. Sorry about that.” Reaching over, Carter scratched Nymeria’s ears and chuckled, “Oh, he won’t hurt you. Nymeria’s a good boy.” She assured the child, pushing herself to her feet. “You behave.” She admonished, ruffling the dog’s ears gently.
Nymeria huffed softly and leaned forward to sniff the boy. A broad, pink tongue poked out, slid across the child’s cheek. Sharon smiled a bit at that, looping the leash about her wrist once more. “So yeah, my bad. Do you want some ice cream or something to make up for it?”
[Shrugs and leans back on her elbows] Everyone fucks up sometimes. Lawyers just have multi-million dollar fuck-ups. If it makes you feel better, SHIELD fucked up first.
But I never lose. I suppose there’s a first time for everything. [Shakes head] It doesn’t really make me feel better. But, thank you.
[Chuckles] Everyone loses. I hear Murdock is pretty good anyway. [Leans forward to sip from the bottle] Maybe we should have lost, really.
[Sits down] SHIELD has me on retainer. [Smiles] I’m Harvey Specter.
Specter, huh? Oh, yes. Our resident lawyer. [Chuckles and offers him the bottle] I’m sure you’re a busy man.
[Shrugs and takes a swig from the bottle] You could say that. It’d be better if I were a winning man.
[Shrugs and leans back on her elbows] Everyone fucks up sometimes. Lawyers just have multi-million dollar fuck-ups. If it makes you feel better, SHIELD fucked up first.
[Sits down] SHIELD has me on retainer. [Smiles] I’m Harvey Specter.
Specter, huh? Oh, yes. Our resident lawyer. [Chuckles and offers him the bottle] I’m sure you’re a busy man.
(Source: callingagentcarter)
