Scarlett wrinkled her nose at his comment about eye candy, tossing her head lightly to the side with the flick. [color=92278f][i]Eye candy... I'll show you eye candy.[/i][/color] Her eyes betrayed her thoughts as she looked him over and pausing on the retreating rump that seemed to jiggle just right with each step. As silent as heels could be, she went down the stairs to the loading docks with the trucks.

Turning around, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and barked at the men she'd be traveling with. [color=ec008c]"You heard him! Do not bumper hump and swap out!"[/color] Grabbing the door handle of the truck, she pulled herself up into the driver's seat. A quick check to make sure her desperate feminines were stocked and that her pocket pistol was conveniently hidden below them. She didn't trust any of these men she was riding with. Her loud mouth and take no bullshit attitude earned herself enough fear amongst them to be respected, but there were the odd acting out that she had to prepare for.

Firing up the truck, she revved it a couple of times missing her bike. CIA wouldn't let her have it on the case, saying it wasn't believable that a woman would ride a Harley. [color=92278f][i]Women don't ride Harley's my ass. I'll show you where to shove that Harley.[/i][/color] Her mind drifted for a few moments until the passenger side door slammed shut as her co-pilot decided to join her.