As soon as the dark haired man settled himself into his office chair, he started contacting his puppet companies. His Lady, as he had taken to calling her, had emailed him her resume, mostly as a formality, but it would certainly help narrow down where she could be best utilized. At least, that had been the plan in the beginning. That is, until he’d realized just how rare she was. But now, now he wanted this young woman close. No cover company would allow that, regardless of her being overqualified for any position therein.
What company would have any use for such a diverse individual? Well, his Firm, for one. Jim heaved a sigh as he glanced around the room for inspiration. Relatively neat piles of reports were stacked near a filing cabinet, his laptop with it’s blinking mail icon, and the messages filling up his voice mail. Seb was far less useful in the office than out in the field. Speak of the devil, that was his knock on the door. The tall brunette pushed the door in roughly, self-satisfied smirk firmly in place. Mission success, then. They exchanged nods, and Moran crossed the office to add his report to the latest pile.
“Y’know, you should think about getting an assistant, or something, Jim. This is getting rather out of hand.”
An assistant? Oh, that would work. The mad grin on his face earned him a sigh from the other man.
“Alright, boss, I’ll bite. What insane plot do you have in mind today?”
“We’re going to outsource it to an American.”
“You’re bringing in a bloody Yank?!”
“I think you’ll quite like her, Seb.”
“Her? It’s a woman? I like her already!”
“Of course you do.”
With that out of the way, was time to pick her up at the airport.
Fayte had been a ball of nervous energy since she’d gotten to the Orlando International Airport. It wasn’t the flight itself that bothered her, nor was it the destination. It had to be the welcoming party. She didn’t know who would be meeting her there, whether it would be Mr. Moriarty himself or a minion, or if she’d have to find her way there on her own. That would be annoying, to say the least.
The flight was uneventful, regardless, which was disappointing. The young woman would have welcomed the diversion. Demons would have been great, but she could accept an explosion or two. Even the walk to baggage claim was dull. Picking out her suitcase was easier than normal, and given it’s size, it shouldn’t have been. Fayte always traveled light. Personal products, professional clothing, a few casual pieces, all packed tightly into one case. Her carry-on was a laptop case, with all the chargers and essentials slipped in the pockets. She’d opted not to bring a purse, preferring to use the pockets of her coat to carry her ID, cards, cash, mp3, and phone. She watched a family from her flight try to grab their cases, and she caught the last one before it got too far. Handing it over with a charming smile, she turned to view the area, and paused to check her messages.
1 new message(s)
Must be him, she thought.
We’re here. See if you can find us. -JM
Really? Finally, something fun. A smirk split her features, and she let herself take in the crowd. Us, so there’s someone with him. Look for couples and groups, but no more than three. Anymore would be suspicious, something to be avoided, when you were powerful underground and out in the open. Two blondes, female, off to the right, not them. Red head and brunette, couple, no. There was a tall, dark haired man standing off to the side of a pillar, a smaller, shadowy figure at his side. Bingo. She put her head down, and fell in with the crowd, letting it lead her around the other side of it. She circled around nonchalantly, and stood nearby, glancing in either direction. Her cell buzzed.
1 new message(s)
So close! Need a hint? -JM
Fayte turned sharply, looking directly at the dark eyed man. “No, sir, I don’t believe I do.” The long haired woman dipped into a curtsy, bowing her head. When she gazed back up at him, a flicker of intrigue was in his eyes.
“It’s a pleasure to finally see you in person, Ms. Byrd.” The consultant grinned, taking her hand and raising it to his lips. “I believe you already know my name, so I’ll let Seb introduce himself.”
“Colonel Sebastian Moran, at your service, sweetheart.” The taller man winked.