[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=CFABB1]Belladonna[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/6qCNkt9iZmG2Y/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=CFABB1]Location:[/color][/b] Main Briefing Room -> Training Room
[b][color=CFABB1]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Bella hadn't put the book down once the talking started. She heard every word, of course, it was more of the same. What had surprised her (and hadn't she mentioned how much she hated those?) was that it would be here at a party. They would have to be security and ensure they could work together.

What type of mission was that? What possible fights could business people get into? She wanted blood spilled, not appetizer plates knocked over because some career woman going through menopause had too much champagne. She stood up once it seemed finalized. [color=CFABB1]"No."[/color] was all she said. She picked up her book. [color=CFABB1]"I'm not some security guard. If you need me, I'll be punching a hole in the wall until I see the other side."[/color]

She stormed off into the training room and set her stuff aside, finding the bag again and punching it over and over and over and over until she felt whatever frustration was bubbling up subside. If she WAS going to do this, she was damn sure not wearing heels.