[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Agent Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://newyorkstyleguide.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/nos4a2-gallery-maggie-smith-2-700x1000-1.jpg[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Palace
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
Agent Watts stood amongst her colleagues in that small room, her eyes glued down on the large laid out map of the palace. Her lips were curved down in a small, serious frown as her eyes scanned the drawn out geography before her. Her posture was militant, standing completely straight, without any sort of hunching over or shifting her weight from foot to foot.  Her hands held onto one another behind her back, causing her unbuttoned suit jacket to occasionally bristle and reveal a hint of some sort of handgun in a chest holster. Her dyed purple hair was slicked back into a tight bun on the back of her head with an abundant amount of product that caused it to shine slightly when hit by light. 

[color=Purple]“There are a few things I could do,”[/color] she said, her eyes flicking up to Sapphire. [color=Purple]”I could stand guard at the execution site and see if I can intercept any communications that might go on within the crowd. I could also patrol the perimeter, and see if I pick up anything there,”[/color] She began, before glancing back down at the map for a moment. [color=Purple]“Alternatively, I could instead use our drones to get a bird’s eye view of the area. In fact, I could do that while standing guard at the execution site, but my focus would be on keeping the drones in the air,”[/color] She then looked back up to her superior. [color=Purple]“What will it be, Agent Clarke?”[/color]