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[img]https://i.ibb.co/sPhkRcz/amy-snack-edit.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=BA68A6]Location:[/color][/b] Serval Industries Kitchen
[b][color=BA68A6]Skills:[/color][/b] "Special Move: Annoying Little Sister"[hr][/center]

Bobbi could feel herself getting more and more annoyed that her permanent chaperone was following her to the kitchen.  She could get her own goddamn breakfast!  He needed to back the fuck off.  She thought about yelling at him, hitting him, something or anything to make him leave.  In the end, it would do no good though, she realized.  What she really needed was a lovely, calming cup of coffee.  The caffeine might make her feel less aggravated toward the man.

The pair entered the kitchen and Bobbi set about working the coffee maker.  This was her priority.  She could hear him prattling away in the background.  Something about a healthy breakfast and making sure she got enough nutrients and blah blah blabbity blah.  [color=BA68A6]"Yeah, kay, thanks mom,"[/color] she responded to him darkly.

[color=88AC85]"You have half an hour before we start training.  Meet me in the training room.  Each minute of lateness means you run that many miles."[/color]  There was a sadistic grin on his stupid face.

[color=BA68A6]"Make me,"[/color] she huffed as she dumped coffee beans into the grinder.  She didn't hear his response over the sound of the machine meticulously cutting up the life-giving kernels.  Stopping it she poured the grounds into the filter.  As she removed the pot to fill it with water she said, [color=BA68A6]"Sorry, didn't quite catch that."[/color]  And as he started speaking she turned on the faucet.  Quite suddenly a hand reached over her head and turned off the flow of water.  His shadow lay dark over her.  Bobbi dared not move.

[color=88AC85]"I will not play these games with you, little miss.  You now have twenty-five minutes.  See you."[/color]  His shadow left and she turned only to find empty space and his footsteps moving down the corridor.  She sighed and rubbed a hand over her face before starting up the water again.

[color=BA68A6]"Fuckwad,"[/color] she grumbled, pouring the water into the coffee maker, replacing the pot, and pressing the start button.  A voice came over the intercom, telling her she had to be in some briefing meeting bullshit.  [color=BA68A6]"Fuck yeah, no training."[/color]  Her mood was starting to brighten. It was going to have to wait until she'd at least had a cup.  Bobbi would arrive late to the meeting, a cup of coffee in hand, and looking rather bored with the whole process as she would plop down in a chair.

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[img]https://i.ibb.co/N7Zvbj3/hrithik-roshan-photoshoot-for-filmfare-magazine-january-2017-1.jpg[/img][hr][hr][b][color=88AC85]Location:[/color][/b] Serval Industries Kitchen
[b][color=88AC85]Skills: Bobbi Wrangling and Time Management[/color][/b] None[hr][/center]

As he walked down the hall he sighed.  What a fucking shit show this was.  Not X-Factor, no.  It was Bobbi.  The girl had a special talent for getting under his skin and making him lose his cool.  A rare and unfortunate thing to be able to do.  He paused before the common area, considering joining fellow teammates in idle chatter and togetherness.  At least he wouldn't have to deal with a sharp tongue from most of them.  However, he was kept from entering the room when the voice came over the intercom.

Well shit.  That was going to cut into Bobbi training time.  She would have to do it when they returned from whatever mission the powers that be thought fit to send them on.  He backtracked a bit before entering the briefing room and taking a seat.  THough she seemed not to notice him, he gave Belladonna a slight nod of hello/acknowledgment.  He glanced at his watch and began the count down to Bobbi being late and then how late she would be.  Evelyn entered and he mumbled a greeting of, [color=88AC85]"Morning."[/color]

He became a bit distracted from his time keeping project when in burst the tall Irish girl, brimming with energy. He had to smile at her enthusiasm for murder.  She was an odd little duck.  [color=88AC85]"Mayhaps we will be protecting someone instead.  Or building homes in a third world country,"[/color] he offered in his deep baritone.  Obviously they would not be doing such things, however, he liked to be contrary now and again.  [color=88AC85]"Not killing would be an interesting change of pace, don't you think?"[/color]  His tone was light and teasing.