Once more, Special Agent Tanaka followed Special Agent Jefferson, finding her eyes drifting to the other agent's nicely formed posterior.<br/><br/>Stepping onto the elevator, she slid in past Jefferson, fighting back a gasp as her chest brushed over the taller woman's arm. Reaching to her side, she gently slid her sidearm up and out of it's holster, before letting it slide back in. She couldn't let herself get into a situation where the weapon would get entangled other otherwise obstructed when attempting to draw it out.<br/><br/>Unlike most Special Agents, the petite sniper carried her side arm at all times, a relic her having a sufficiently high enough clearance level that gave the Department of Defense pause enough to demand she always carry her side arm.<br/><br/>(To Washington DC/Main Thread)