[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/tiSTbk0.png[/img][/center][center][h3] 》 [color=baecf5]22 AUGUST 2050[/color] 《[/h3][/center][hr] Ragneka Qroarae had been through quite the handful of CIA operatives during the past week, who'd been interviewing her non-stop ever since she, her mother Naomi Qroarae and Professor Fletcher Patel, the lead researcher for the project in which she'd been the lead test subject for all her life, had all immigrated from the heart of London to the depths of New York. The interviews regarding said project had been conducted by a total of four of such operatives; a beautiful bespectacled woman who, judging by the color of her skin, had to be of African American descent, a tall man with a stocky build and a double chin, a morbidly obese woman who'd require two chairs in order to properly seat herself, and a somewhat nerdy man who seemed to be shorter than all the other operatives that Ragneka had seen thus far; even the other two women. Today it looked like Ragneka would get the obese woman again; Leia Webster if she recalled her name correctly. The interview would go on for hours, as per usual, but unlike all the previous times, Ragneka didn't have much of a chance to reveal anything new. Just the same old slop that they should've known already. [color=e6b8f1]"Is there anything [i]else[/i] you want to ask of me?"[/color] the poor Mal'Ahk asked drearily, as Leia continued to write notes. [color=fff200]"Er, no, I actually think that's everything. You're free to..."[/color] just as she was about to say the word 'go', Leia glanced over at her phone, only to bite her lip as an epiphany came across her mind, [color=fff200]"Sorry; no you're [i]not[/i] free to go just yet. Remember that meeting I told you about last time? With one of our men at another department? We have to leave right now so we can get there on time."[/color] [color=e6b8f1]"Oh... right..."[/color] Ragneka tried to sound surprised, but the overwhelming lethargy was evident in her voice. Leia could only sigh and roll her eyes. She could tell that Ragneka had a long day, and yet here the poor girl was, expected to attend a meeting that would take place at a time that other children her age would've already been tucked into their beds and fast asleep. On top of that, it was at a bar of all places; not exactly the best place to take a young girl into. Had the being known as Sentinel not outranked her, Leia could probably done something about this situation; like... she didn't know, shift the meeting to the morning at some time when Ragneka would be more awake to hear about it. Still, at least this bar was one she often frequented. Supposing there was nothing for it, Leia held Ragneka's hand and walked with her to her SUV, a Cadillac Escalade that would always slightly askew itself over to the front right corner every time she sat down in the driver's seat, most likely due to her sheer weight. ... Sure enough, Leia and Ragneka arrived at the Tipsy Temptress with 10 minutes to spare before the meeting was set to begin. But first, Leia would have to get a drink for the currently sleeping beauty so that she could stay awake. As she hopped out and walked over to open the passenger side's door, Leia undid Ragneka's seat belt and carried her in her arms before walking inside. The noise from the bar's usual hustle and bustle was enough to cause a stir within Ragneka, but her eyes had only opened approximately half the amount. She did notice, however, that Leia had brought her all the way up the bar, and was in the process of sitting her down on one of the two only stools available when a Mal'Akh bartender came over serve the two of them, whilst Leia herself elected to stand. "Ah, welcome back, Ms. Webster," the bartender greeted, "What can I do you for?" [color=fff200]"The usual for me,"[/color] Leia ordered, [color=fff200]"Oh, and could you make a cola for this lil' angel? She kinda needs the caffeine so she can get through the meeting she has to attend tonight."[/color] [color=e6b8f1]"Coffee would be the healthiest source you can give me,"[/color] Ragneka advised. "Well... that's [i]true[/i], but we don't sell coffee, unfortunately," the bartender informed, "Would you still be willing to settle for the cola?" [color=e6b8f1]"If it'll suffice, then by all means. Could you add some lime juice to it please?"[/color] "Certainly." In just a few minutes, Ragneka's special order of lime-juice-infused cola was ready to drink, while Leia had been down shot after shot of vodka. The bartender had to have just poured her fifth shot when Ragneka noticed his hesitation to give it. Then she looked at Leia herself, who was merely eyeing it up with eager anticipation. "You don't intend to drive again by chance, do you, Ms. Webster?" asked the bartender. [color=fff200]"I, uh..."[/color] judging by her lack of certainty, it was clear that Leia hadn't thought about that; she did took the time to look through her phone before giving the bartender an answer, [color=fff200]"On second thought, I'll see if I can get a co-worker to pick me up,"[/color] Seemingly satisfied, the bartender laid the drink he held in front of Leia. However, now Ragneka's curiosity was piqued. [color=e6b8f1]"Who did you have in mind?"[/color] she asked Leia. [color=fff200]"I dunno; guess I'll give Garrika a call..."[/color] Leia answered, before realizing that Ragneka was unfamiliar with the name. [color=fff200]"Garrika Anthony? The black woman with the hot bod?"[/color] [color=e6b8f1]"Oh! Was she the one with the abnormally large breasts?"[/color] Ragneka queried, now that said woman was now starting to come back to her memory, [color=e6b8f1]"That reminds me; I should probably apologize to her for having stared at them for as long as I did that first time around."[/color] [color=fff200]"Daw, c'mon; I'm sure that must be water under the bridge by now,"[/color] Leia reassured Ragneka, [color=fff200]"Anyway, I better go make the call. Just stay here with the nice bartender until... that robot picks you up, I guess..."[/color] With that, Leia went outside with her phone held to her ear, while Ragneka was quietly sipping away at her cola. [indent][hr][/indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent]