[b]"Lucky you,"[/b] Missy replied to Aires, with a nod out the door toward the slowly approaching teen. [b]"I'm starting to feel more like a wet nurse than an agent-- Oh. Morning, Brooks."[/b] She gave a short nod to her teammate as he entered, knowing better than to initiate conversation with the wolf first thing in the morning. 

Of everyone on Thunder Moon, Brooks made her feel the most uneasy in her role: She had looked up to him as her senior, and issuing orders to him as a subordinate made her stomach clench. 

But Crystal was someone she could handle. 

[B]"And that, Junior Agent,"[/b] she chided, closing the door shut behind the teen, [b]"is not how [i]any[/i] of this works. You are neither old enough to hold a firearm license nor contracted to check our security systems."[/b] 

She crossed to the fridge and took out two water bottles, tossing one to Crystal. [b]"And since you want to handle field equipment so badly, you can help with cleaning duty for the next week. Starting with..."[/b] Missy shrugged, and glanced toward Brooks. [b]"Agent Lockwood, how's that truck of yours looking? Junior Agent Martin's been trying to make herself useful around HQ."[/b]