Grumpy is as grumpy does. Andrea sat glaring at her computer screen, she didn't feel like working and even though she could knock everything out in half the time that her coworkers could she found her job to be extremely unlike-able at this moment. Her head was pounding, her back was sore and her mind was racing, thoughts of the lunatic she had encountered last night fresh on her mind. No not the normal lunatic she was used to but someone who actually blew up buildings and laughed hysterically. The laugh seemed unknowingly familiar. The laughter echoed in her head as she leaned back in her chair and looked at herself in the reflection of the computer screen in her soft blue blouse, her blazer hanging off the back of her chair. Her eyes were tired but she had work to do. Not the work she was getting paid for, she could do that later; right now she needed answers.

Her first Google search started basic, 'crazy man', 'bomber who laughs', 'deadly bombings in near by cities'. Nothing. A small sigh left her as she fell back against her sit. She wasn't willing to admit defeat just yet but she needed to find out who this person was. Taking in another deep breathe she began to look up things he had said, thinking he might be stupid enough to post something about himself online. In a way, she was right and in a way, she was wrong. She found something very interesting. A comic strip that seemed to capture the night perfectly from last night. Two people, one physically a woman and the other a man on the ground as a man in a white suite stood over them, speaking the same words as what was told to them the night before. A shiver moved through her as she read the laughter, his own laughter echoing in her ears as if he was right there. Her search was pulled to a halt when she realized that it was posted on a very basic image hosting website. She would need to look into this at home; these computers didn't have the technology she needed to track down what computer it came from.

The image was eery but she chose to print it anyway, getting the url so she could start her tracing when she got home. This didn't seem good. The blonde rose to her feet and walked over to the company print and tapped it as she waited for it to spit out what she needed. "He's here, he's here; do I look okay?! Oh my god I can't believe he's here! He's so handsome." The girls around her dispersed almost instantly as the presence of someone powerful walked into the computer area, everyone began to look busier than usual... then there was her, leaning against a table top, her fingers drumming on the printer with her skirt covered hip cocked outward. Pressing her soft pink lips together she blinked a few times as the light turned on, indicating that her page was being printed. 

Her bright blue gaze moved to see the man walking through, talking to a group of people who seemed way more focused on what he was saying than the actual words coming out of his mouth. As the group came passed her, she pulled the paper from the printer and held it against herself to avoid anyone seeing the comic. Her gaze moved to the leader, her boss, Nathan Cole. His smile was nice, from a decent looking guy and she returned it with a small closed mouth smile of her own before she noticed the bandage. As the group walked away from her, she stepped into the pathway and watched him closely; analyzing his movements and taking in his features. Her jaw dropped and she nearly stumbled over as she hurried back to her seat. She placed the paper face down, her elbows on her desk and her head in her hands as she fell into the seat. No way, that couldn't be him. "He has that effect on everyone." One of her female coworkers said as she walked passed. That woman had no idea what she was talking about...

Five o'clock came slowly and Andrea finally made up her mind, she couldn't take on this guy alone and as much as she didn't want to admit it, she did care about the people in the city. It was time for her to swallow her pride. At the end of her shift she grabbed her things and dashed out. At home she changed into a pair of apple bottom blue jeans, a black tank top with a leather jacket and threw her purse over her shoulder, her purse holding some of the jewels she had stole; seriously, did you expect her to take them all, the print out and one of her gloves as proof of who she was. She needed help and he couldn't do it alone, he didn't have her talent or know-how. The bus trip to get to the bastard's mansion was long and the walk up the damn hill to his manor was even worse.

By the time she reached the steps to the oversized front door she was huffing and puffing. Now she was sore, annoyed and tired. Great, just great. She straightened herself up and dusted off her pants and shirt before pulling her bag up on her shoulder and knocked on the door. The door was opened by an older gentleman who looked at her with an annoyed look, "Yes?" He said in a stern tone to her.

Andrea wasn't taken back by the tone, she was used to people talking to her in such a manor. "I need to speak to Nathan Cole, it's urgent."

"He didn't order any call-women." The butler said and slammed the door in her face.

[i]What?![/i] She thought as her hand quickly went up and she knocked on the door again. When it opened, the butler looked more annoyed then ever. "Look, there's a major issue going on and he needs my help."

"If he had ordered a call woman I would know, he doesn't have any problem you can help solve." With that he shut the door again.

This time, angered, she banged on the door until he opened it again. Before he could smart off to her she pulled her fist back and punched him in the face, the man tumbled to the ground with a loud thud. Knowing she only had moments before Nathan would come down to expect the nose and wonder why the door kept opening and closing. She slipped into the near by sitting room and found herself a comfy chair. Crossing one long leg over the other she opened her purse and pulled out the bag of jewels. She began going through them, holding them up to the light much like she did at home and tossed them one by one onto the floor. Oh this should get some attention, that's for sure.