[color=lightpink]Cori Woods[/color]
[justify][indent]Cori was proud of her work and took it seriously. But to be at the office on a Sunday was frustrating even for her--especially over a security breach. She stood at her new desk in her new office, pushing self consciousness to the back of her mind. She hadn't had time to pretty up before leaving the house because of the urgency of the breach, so she stood before her men with her dorky glasses and hair up in a lazy bun. And she could tell they had to stop themselves from staring: without her makeup done like usual, her albinism was especially hard to ignore. 

"And since you're handling this...case," one continued, "we figured we had to call you down."

That morning she had returned home from Kieran's, and had spent the rest of the day preparing for the week ahead. Her division of the CIA would begin identifying and potentially nabbing empowered on the grounds of the danger they posed to society. The supers tearing up Atlanta offered more than enough proof in Cori's opinions--and the Director's for that matter. So to be interrupted about a security breach before the operation was even off the ground was unsettling to her. 

The woman nodded, arms crossed and gaze narrowed. A guard had been injured. Intel stolen. It wasn't Coalition's MO--there were too few casualties. What would they benefit from stealing the information anyway? It was already known to Cori and her superiors. "[color=lightpink]What the hell?[/color]" she sighed, stepping back around the desk to collapse in her chair. There was a third party, maybe tied to the empowered, who pulled off the theft. Under her promotion, too, of course and she visibly winced at the thought of Verdock finding out. "[color=lightpink]Thanks. I'll take it from here. Keep monitoring and digging. There's gotta be a lead.[/color]" 

The two exchanged glances and nodded. As they left, Cori's phone buzzed. She scowled at it, seeing that it was from contact "K." Interesting timing, she thought, but dismissed her paranoia as she picked up the phone to read the text. Her brow furrowed at the screen. It couldn't be what she thought it was: even she was only alerted earlier today. "[color=lightpink][i]OK, I'll bite. OMW,[/i][/color]" she texted back.[/indent][/justify]