<div class="floatright">(http://i64.tinypic.com/f34z09.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Evelyn Rose<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>0900 Hours, 63 Wall Street, New York, Penthouse.<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Dark blue jeans and brown leather boots. Plain white sweater. Grey pea coat, buttoned up. Teal scarf.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Oscar, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"It's up to you really." The sharply-dressed man had said "You can go on, spending the rest of your life setting broken arms and patching people up. Don't get me wrong, it's important work, but you and I both know, some of those people who come into the ER don't deserve saving."<br/><br/>Evelyn's green eyes flashed with anger. Jaw tightened and fist clenched, she had half a mind to punch the man right there and then, but doing so in the crowded diner where they were seated didn't seem like the wisest move, so Evelyn let her annoyance simmer away for the time being.<br/><br/>"What I'm offering you, Miss Rose, is the chance to make a difference, a real goddamn difference in the world, and be handsomely paid for doing it. That's why you signed up for the army, wasn't it? Only to be used as little more than an errand girl? Damn waste of talent if you ask me." The man shook his head. "Of course it isn't going to be easy, and no doubt you'll be involved in some very dangerous situations, but nothing easy is ever worth doing, is it now?"He said, repeating a quote Evelyn's father was particularly fond of using.<br/><br/>Evelyn's eyes widened in surprise.  "Wait, how did you -" The man raised a hand, cutting her off. "It's not hard when you have it framed and hanging above your bed."<br/><br/>"You've been in my apartment?"<br/><br/>"We vet our recruits very thoroughly, Miss Rose."<br/><br/>A brief period of silence followed as Evelyn looked away, watching the other patrons of the diner for a couple of moments - a family enjoying breakfast together, sharing a stack of pancakes, an elderly man reading the paper in the corner. Evelyn shook her head and breathed out a sigh as she turned back. "Alright, what do I have to do?"<br/><br/>"63 Wall Street, penthouse. Two weeks from now at 9 A.M." The man said, fishing a small card from his pocket and sliding it over to Evelyn. "Don't be late." He added, rising to his feet and starting for the door.<br/><br/>"Wait, you wouldn't happen to have anything on- " Evelyn blurted.<br/><br/>"Your mother?" The man chuckled. "I'm afraid not, Miss Rose. I would have used that for leverage if I did."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Evelyn replayed the conversation in her head for what must have been at least the hundredth time. Sat behind the wheel of her royal blue '69 Camaro, the blonde found herself with plenty of time for reflection as she attempted to work her way through the busy Manhattan roads. The car had been a project Evelyn had worked on with her father while she was still in school, and normally just being in the driver's seat, listening to the low rumble or purr of the engine, depending on how fast she was driving would have been a soothing experience for the woman. This day however, her mind raced, fraught with uncertainty as she made her way towards her destination.<br/><br/>"Maybe a little music will help." Evelyn sighed, reaching for the console in the middle of the dashboard. "Baby come back" by Player came on as the woman continued navigating her way through traffic, eventually arriving at her destination a couple of songs later. "63 Wall Street.. here we are." She muttered, pulling into the underground parking garage.<br/><br/>It seemed an odd place for a secret government organization to hide out, right smack dab in the heart of one of the biggest cities in the world, but that was probably what made it an effective place, hiding in plain sight. The elevator ride up to the penthouse was swift, and it didn't take too long for Evelyn to figure out what she was supposed to do to be granted entry either.<br/><br/>"Oh wow," the blonde gasped as she stepped through the doors. She walked over to one of the windows, spending a minute or two just taking in the views, before finally tearing herself away to explore the rest of the place a little bit. From the pool table already racked up and ready for a game to the expensive looking furniture, it looked like a place Evelyn would have loved to spend the rest of her life in. It didn't take her too long to find the meeting room, where the woman was slightly taken aback to find someone already waiting inside enjoying a spot of breakfast. She had expected to see some special-forces type characters, but the man didn't look like he fit that description. Then again, Evelyn didn't really know what special-forces types were supposed to look like to start with.<br/><br/>Greeting the man with a slight nod of her head, Evelyn quickly found her seat and settled herself in. As the door to the meeting room swung shut, she thought she heard a noise outside, indicating that there were more arrivals yet.