[h2][color=#676EC1]Onyeka Guerrero[/color][/h2][hr]

Onyeka made a disgusted noise, still connected with her call, [color=#676EC1]"Rubio, I wish you coulda just heard what this guy said..."[/color]
	[b]"Huh?"[/b]
	[color=#676EC1]"Three minutes-- get comfy? Really? Why the hell would I get comfortable in three minutes?"[/color]
	Rubio laughed loudly on the other end of the line, [b]"I dunno, I know some guys who only need three seconds."[/b]
	[color=#676EC1]"What? A breeze?"[/color]
	As Rubio started laughing again, Onyeka shook her head, then looked around the room. Immediately, she was unimpressed with her surroundings. [color=#676EC1]"What a freakin' dump-- it ain't even real,"[/color] Onyeka mumbled into her comm, [color=#676EC1]"Wait. Gimmie a sec."[/color] As she walked toward the fireplace, Onyeka made a few hand gestures in the air, as she controlled her virtual interface. She muted her comms, finally satisfied with potentially annoying the others, then began taking a few pictures. [color=#676EC1]"Rubio,"[/color] she started, completely and eerily silent as far as the others could percieve, [color=#676EC1]"This place is trash-- how's my next assignment going?"[/color]
	Rubio made a noise conveying his surprise then replied, [b]"How are you ready to leave that quick? What did they even do?"[/b]
	[color=#676EC1]"Ain't nothin' they did man,"[/color] Onyeka replied as she walked over to the nearest bookcase, [color=#676EC1]"It's more of the fact I'm with a bunch of aliens-- I thought I'd be mostly with humans but no-- and I ain't comfortable with these things man, you should see some of 'em-- freakin' hideous."[/color]
	[b]"Aw man-- you know how hard it is to find a replacement with your skillset--"[/b]
	[color=#676EC1]"--Joy, Ygrette, Arturo, Michael-- Flemmings not Charles-- uhhh..."[/color] Onyeka sucked her teeth.
	[b]"Okay, Okay, I get it, but ain't nobody willing to test that shield in the field like you."[/b]
	Onyeka pulled a book off of the case with irritation, [color=#676EC1]"Like I give a shit-- start workin' on it. Byeee. You have work to do. Byeee."[/color]
	[b]"C'mon, don't be that way-- just try to work with them?"[/b]
	[color=#676EC1]"Until you find me a replacement,"[/color] Onyeka said tossing the book over her shoulder. It probably hit something or someone, she didn't care, [color=#676EC1]"But not past that point-- ugh. They're going to try and talk to me. I feel it."[/color] She took another book out of the case, dropped it at her feet, did the same to a few more.
	Rubio sighed in exasperation, [b]"But [i]bossssssss[/i]."[/b]
	[color=#676EC1]"Who's the best assistant on Earth?"[/color] Onyeka asked as if she were talking to a pet, [color=#676EC1]"You are! You are."[/color]
	Rubio chuckled, [b]"I hate when you do that-- look, I'll keep you posted."[/b]
	[color=#676EC1]"And you keep Miranda happy."[/color]
	Miserably, Rubio asked, [b]"Why does she keep coming up?"[/b]
	[color=#676EC1]"You know why,"[/color] Onyeka replied ominously, then immediately disconnected the call. 

Turning to the room, a pile of books scattered about around her, it seemed Onyeka was looking for the next thing to toss around and certainly hadn't heard anyone if thy had protested her book tossing-- now, however, it seemed she would be more receptive to... interaction. Possibly.