<em>Well that's a new one...</em><br/><br/>The light from the mid-afternoon sun played across the contours of Syn Tierny's shoulders and torso. She was slender but strong-looking; the musculature of her back defined, yet supple and serpentine. A dancer's physique. For three heartbeats Johnny sat transfixed, until her glance cast over her shoulder broke his stupor. Under any other circumstances such a gesture would have been flirtatious, but in this context he found it inscrutable. Just who was this woman, and what was her game? His eyes trailed up the curve of her spine. They lit on the puckered scar tissue running the length of her central axis, the only thing to mar that milky flesh. His eyebrows knit together. What was it, a cross? No, that wouldn't fit, not on her. What then? He traced the length of it with his eyes...a sword? A knife? Yeah, yeah that made more sense. So why would she show this to him? Why this display, dropping out of her blouse and teasing him with a near-glimpse...<br/><br/>She still stared him down, from over her shoulder, challenging him. No, not challenging;<em>evaluating</em>him. Odd. With an effort, he tore his gaze from her form, and let it drift to the sigil behind her desk. A hunch, a bare notion. His eyes returned to the scar. It could only have been a burn, with that texture, the raised pattern. They flicked to the sigil once again, and back to her.<em>No way...</em>A puzzle-piece fell into place with a click, followed by another, and then another.<em>Impossible...</em>But it made sense, didn't it? Her show of haughty superiority, her insistence on secrecy...and the fact she had called<em>him</em>for the job. Oh this woman had secrets...but she wasn't as good at keeping them as she might have thought. At least where he was concerned. He bit the inside of his cheek to stifle a grin.<br/><br/>"Alright Miss T," he shifted in his chair.<em>Pull it together, dumbass. Don't get thrown by a cheap trick.</em>"You've got your man. Just tell me one thing..." He blinked, re-centering himself. "You just want the Athame, or do you want this Robinson cat dead too? 'Cause that's going to cost you extra."