<div class="floatright">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Mona3_zpswv5zowud.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Mona Temple<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Brooklyn Warehouse - Yesterday, Early Evening  to Wall Street Penthouse - Today, Early Morning<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Black leather jacket, jeans, boots, t-shirt.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Mona wore a sour expression the entire time. Right from when she started looking at the new phone all the way up until Oestreicher told her what she'd be doing. The first problem was the phone. She hated modern phones. Found them too complicated and unwieldy. She'd just managed to get her contacts entered into the one in her pocket and now she had a new one to worry about. Fantastic. The second thing that turned her stomach was the man they were after. Pedophile. It made her blood boil. She barely paid attention to the rest of the debrief on the man; she wanted him dead right off. The third and final thing that got her ire was Oestreicher's description of what she was going to be used for. When he stopped talking, she leaned forward and peered at him over her sunglasses, staring at him with her one good eye.<br/><br/><em>"Excuse me. I was told I would be helping make a difference, not be a human GPS. I don't fucking know the layout of every building in the city, you shitbird. What do you want me to do? Get your techie to get the blueprints and plan your exfil from that,"</em>she said, bitterly,<em>"And if you want to know when the police will arrive, monitor the emergency band. You don't need me for that. For this shit."</em><br/><br/>She leaned back, spread her arms wide.<em>"I ask you, what the fuck am I doing here? Because I'm not gonna waste my time playing fucking tour guide. You wanna put me to use? Let me kill this asshole. Otherwise, I'm out. Call me when you actually need me."</em>That said, she pushed her chair back and stood. She eyed David across the room, either waiting for him to give her something useful to do, or to tell her to get out.