<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://cinemaplanet.pt/wp-content/uploads/2017/11/katherine-mcnamara.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bombshell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Downtown Metropolis<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 weeks after the Epoch War, 4 Days before the first Mission<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Miss Allen?"<br/><br/>The voice drifted in from behind Amy, she recognised the tone instantly even she couldn't see the speaker. This was the fourth time in six days and it was really starting to piss her off, they could at least have waited until she'd finished breakfast. Not that she was going to make a scene in the diner, it was a place that Amy had found that was popular with local cops and after what had happened in the few weeks after the event she wasn't about to add to their troubles. The 'voice' sat down on the chair opposite Amy; black suit, white shirt, black tie, shades tucked into the jacket pocket, the guy was a walking MiB cliché.<br/><br/>"Miss Allen. I know you don't want me to be here and frankly knowing what I do about you, I'm not excited about being this close to you." It was nice to see them trying something different, the 'I don't want to be here either' was a refreshing change from 'your country needs you', recent events had done a good job in sinking Amy's patriotism. "You have understand that I'm only doing my job here and I have to ask you to come and help us out. With all the upheaval around the global there will be individuals looking to take advantage of the situation, we want you to work with us to stop that from happening."<br/><br/>Amy looked up from her breakfast, took hold of her coffee cup and took a long drink before slowly putting the cup back down, the rest of the diner was noisy enough but the silence between Amy and the MiB was deafening.<br/><br/>"After what happened to the rest of the team you really think I have any interest in helping you out? Somebody knew what was going to happen with the equipment, somebody was happy to send us on a one way mission. And you want me to work for someone who thought my friends were expendable?" The note of anger in Amy's voice grew as she spoke, and as it did the MiB shrank in his seat.<br/><br/>"Miss Allen, I don't know anything that but I do understand why you are angry. As a sign of good faith, your employer is going to keep paying your wages and is overlooking your absence from work, they're calling it an extended vacation or special assignment whatever you prefer." The MiB's tone was friendly enough but the underlaying message was unmistakable 'you belong to us'. Amy knew that under the right circumstances her look could literately kill but for the moment she had to content herself with a more figurative death stare. The MiB reached a finger up to his ear and pressed against a hidden earpiece "Well it seems like this would be a good time for me to leave." reaching into his jacket pocket the MiB placed a business card in front of Amy as he stood up "Smart move." growled Amy.<br/><br/>The MiB took a couple of steps before pivoting back towards the table. "I know your cousins went missing and we might not have found them but we will keep looking Sargent Allen."  Amy was just about ready to turn the MiB into pink mist when her phone rang, the MiB tapped his ear and gave her a little smile. The motherfuckers were tapping into her phone, not that she was really surprised, she answered curtly "Yes? OK. Best if I come find you."