Flint was about to consider reaching out to touch her hand when he suddenly realised another person in the room. Instinctively bugs began to fly around the subject "Who the fuck invited you" Flint grunted angrily, his plans could have been compromised because of some sneaky guy, what if he was with Marcus? He would have to take care of him.

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The speaker attached to the wall within the small room blurted "Oh One" it said, "Please, come to my office. I appear to have need of you" Marcus's voice cut off as 01 looked up from her book, the manual for a Beechcraft T-6 Texan II, a standard plane used in the New Zealand air forces. She never knew when she may need to know the information within. As she hadn't been told to expect to leave for a mission, she left her suitcase/rifle under the bed, where it stayed when she was not using it. Despite this she never went anywhere unarmed and so walked to a large drawer and began to equip her other weapons, placing her throwing knives around her leg and filling her other pouches with her standard equipment. Finally removing the two 1911 pistols and, with a twirl, they where placed inside her holsters. She straightened her skirt and finished the look with a small grey beret. She began to walk to the office, almost marching as she did. When she got to the room she knocked before entering and noticed Marcus with his chain and another man lying injured on the floor. She didn't react as she walked slowly into the room, carefully closing the door so it wouldn't slam then turning to Marcus. Her hand raising to her forehead in salute, waiting for the words "At ease" before placing her arm back down by her side. "Agent 01 ready for orders sir!" She said chantingly as she held her hand against her forehead.