[h1][b][i][color=Orange][center]Michelle Diggby[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=Orange][b]Location[/b][/color]: Red Guard Mobile Unit - Sydney, Australia - Quinjet
[color=Orange][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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Michelle did not resist the urge to roll his eyes at the man. If he kept going he was going to jeopardise her chances at getting her hands on something that could expose the whole operation, traitors or not.

[color=orange]"We don't need a manhunt, they're right fucking there."[/color] Michelle stated, exasperated, guesturing down the jet ramp. [color=orange]"But best of luck shuffling paper and stamping forms Field Operative Agent Kingston, I hope it also exposes their co-conspirators back at HQ."[/color]

Michelle hoped that was enough of a clue that he'd get what she had actually meant by "half-cock" because she sure as shit wasn't going to spell it out anymore for him. If he was right and a clandestine sleeper cell just activated, this was much bigger than a handful of their co-workers. Nonetheless, Michelle was reluctant to leave without Kingston, especially while he was threatening to make this more difficult than it had to be.

Michelle scooped up her diary and approached the ramp, chewing over how she was going to ingratiate herself to the inhuman, the ring leader, who clearly already had reservations about her.  Not a pleasant position to be in, but an occupational hazard. However, this was Tinley we talking about, not the Tinley she knew, but still undoubtably Tinley, no amount of grovelling or brown nosing was going to change her mind and it would be impudent to talk about their plan before being made a part of it. Michelle figured it was best for Agent Abercrombie to start, if she wanted to start.

A bead of sweat rolled down her nose.[color=orange][i]Jesus fucking Christ is was hot outside.[/i][/color]