<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/be/Tumblr_m8axd86Prg1rx3xdko1_r1_500.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/>Branna leaned in the shadows of the alley conveniently situated across the street from World travel Incorporated, watching the building, and watching those that arrived. The old man had been first, looking like he had a<em>massive</em>stick up his ass. Then the woman on the Harley. Nice bike. Lazily she had cleaned her nails with a tiny Swiss Army knife, continuing to watch.<br/><br/>She had almost ignored the summons. She was so fucking tired of the piddly ass assignments she'd been given. It was like she was deliberately being kept away from anything she could use her true skills  with. No fights, no bombs, no fights. She'd had to find her release on her own, hitting the occasional bar, starting a brawl. Good times. Finally letting loose an exasperated sigh, folding the knife back up and slipping it into the front pocket of her Levi's, she would push off the wall and saunter across the street, entering the 'office'. Her jeans were tattered, fitting her like a glove. She wore an old Flogging Molly t-shirt under an equally old and well worn biker jacket. Her raven hair was done up in a haphazard high pony tail, which swung against her neck as her head turned to glanced with eyes of ice at the pair already  waiting.<br/><br/>There  was no greeting, no words as biker boots clumped to the empty greeters desk. Laying her arms over the counter she would lean forward, craning her neck a bit to see if there was any paperwork she could get a gander at, but no surprise, nothing. So instead, she simply yelled.<br/><br/><strong>“ HEY!! Anyone home? Can't wait all day! I'm a busy woman!!”</strong><br/><br/>Turning to face Eric and Kalidah, her back would lean against the counter, elbows up behind her, and she would just grin, offering them a coy wink.<br/>