<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Jessica Archer</strong></span></span><br/>A.K.A Shadow</div><hr/><br/>Archer bent her head slightly, her curly brown hair straightened, and tied back into a boring bun, while a pair of wire rimmed spectacles rested neatly on her nose.  For all intents and purposes, she looked like any other young office worker, maybe a little bored, but not overly so.  In reality, she was quietly taking it all in, listening intently to<em>Agent Wagner</em>, and allowing her gaze to sometimes land on the others assembled.  Usually she wouldn't have been so obvious with her perusal, but it was normal in this kind of situation to show a bit of curiosity.<br/><br/>A small quirk of her eyebrows was the only reaction she gave when hearing that they'd be quickly on their way to their first mission.  And although she didn't show it, she was a bit taken aback by the fact that she would be required to carry a side arm.<br/><br/><em>Oh how times have changed.</em>Before she had been, rather surprisingly, strong armed into joining this new team, no one in their right mind would have trusted her with a weapon.  She liked to think it was because she was technically a criminal, even if her file had been erased, but in reality, it was because she was a lousy shot most of the time.  But if they wanted her to have a gun, she wouldn't argue; she probably wouldn't use it, but she'd carry it.  Lightly clearing her throat, she fiddled with the pen in her hand, and than finally set it down, allowing the blue of her eyes to show, as she prepared to ask a question, the slight squeak of her chair sounding loud in her own ears, as she swiveled to face Agent Wagner.<br/><br/>"I do have a question sir.  Where, exactly, are we going?"  It was a simple question, and although she could have asked others, she decided to keep it short, and light for now.