<div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/12108300/large.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Danika Quinn<br/><strong>Location | Time:</strong>63 Wall Street, New York, Penthouse. | 0913<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Cropped blk & wht varsity jacket & red hoodie, blk beater, pale jeans, blk sneakers, mis-matched multi-color socks, blk beanie<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>All<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;">APR 14, 2016 | 2036 HOURS</span></strong></em></span><br/><br/>There was not an ounce of remorse in her gaze.<br/><br/>"Are you... are... is that my phone?! Are you kidding me! My fucking brand new phone?!"<br/><br/>Danika's gaze lifted from the partially deconstructed device splayed before her to the agents who had been babysitting her for the past week. One, Samuels, was looming over the beaten and worn coffee table toward her, his face close enough to smell the grape scent of her bubblegum as she blew a bubble and popped it unfazed. He was built like a big firm square, all bulk and hard edges that likely intimidated quite a few. He seemed to fill up the cramped living room area in his attempt to menace her but Dani had long since gotten used to being bullied. Triplett on the other hand was tall and as fit and trim as ever despite having gone entirely grey. Unlike his partner, he stood back, leaning in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room with only a gleam of amusement to mar his otherwise sober expression. It seemed that even with all the things he'd likely seen in his many years, nothing was as amusing as watching his hotheaded rookie partner struggle to deal with their current assignment.<br/><br/>At present said rookie was fighting not to do something regrettable--like strangle Danika--and apparently the sheer will power it took was enough to have him going beet red. Or else the heat in the too small apartment was finally getting to him.<br/><br/>"I... .... You... ...." He made a choking motion with his hands before balling them into fists.<br/><br/>"I told you I was bored! And you were warned of what happens when I'm bored." Danika shrugged as if she hadn't been essentially screwing with Samuels since he'd first talked down to her like she must be stupid. As far as she was concerned this was their own faults. They'd taken away most of her toys in an effort to keep her isolated until they received whatever call so she'd gotten creative. Mostly with Sameuls' things cuz it was fun to watch the vein in his forehead pulse. "Anyway, I dunno what you're so mad about. I just wanted a look." She blew yet another bubble and glanced down toward the phone. "Its actually pretty decent. You know, aside from being grossly over priced and all."<br/><br/>"You... PUT IT BACK!" The words damn near shouted at her and the accompanying spittle made her jerk back.<br/><br/>"Alright alright kid," Triplett interjected, "Take a chill pill. You're far too young to have an aneurysm. Go... walk it off or something."<br/><br/>"But she..."<br/><br/>"...figured out how to get under your skin days ago." He pointed out, making it sound more like Samuels' shortcoming than any real skill of Danika's. "Go walk it off."<br/><br/>The tone left no room for argument and defeated, Samuels turned to stomp off like an overgrown baby. Danika snickered.<br/><br/>"And you--" Caught, her face sobered up, going soft in an effort to use her baby face for what had to be the hundredth time in the past eight days. "Don't even try it. I'm immune kiddo." His stern features were still amused but there was an undercurrent of steel that even Dani couldn't ignore. Triplett had drawn the line with him their first day. "Put the pieces back together and make sure it works." He paused as if satisfied then thought to add, "Correctly. No funny business, kid. Then get yourself some sleep. The call came through, we move out early in the morning."<br/><br/>"Fine." Danika huffed and looked back down. She'd put the stupid phone back together but she'd take her time. Sleep wasn't something she enjoyed anymore and any excuse to avoid it would do.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;">PRESENT</span></strong></em></span><br/><br/>Dani stood outside the door to the penthouse, hesitating. If anyone came up behind her she'd look as if she were half drooling over the biometric locks but truth was they were nothing she hadn't seen before. No, she was definitely hesitating. Having heard the door shut just before she reached it she knew she wasn't the first one here but that had been expected since traffic had made them late. It wasn't the fact that there were likely others inside the apartment that made her hesitate though. No, it was the pictures in her head. The pictures that would never go away.<br/><br/><em>You back out now, you go away til you're old and grey and they'll still be there...</em><br/><br/>Truth.<br/><br/>The deal was simple. If she cooperated, she'd work off her sentence and have her record cleared and her mom would be relocated. Protected. Even if she... if something to happened to her, if she held up her end of things then her mom would be looked after. If she ran, turned, or otherwise reneged on their deal then she'd be charged with any and everything they could manage to throw at her and make stick and her mom would get nothing. It should have made the choice easy and yet... those pictures. She couldn't stop seeing her mother's face in the pictures.<br/><br/><em>Fuck it. We're here. Just keep moving forward, Dani. You can't go back.</em><br/><br/>That was right. She just had to keep moving forward.<br/><br/>A deep breath was taken and upon its release the young woman raised her hand to the reader. A few moments later the locks had been successfully navigated and the door opened to allow her entry into a world she knew good and well she had no business being in.<br/><br/>Ah well. She had to keep moving forward.<br/><br/>Danika didn't waste time with the tour. She would do so later when she could afford to take her time and fully walk the space to map it in her mind. Her eyes did scan the spaces as she moved through them, her sneakers light on the mahogany floors while she picked up details here and there, but mostly she was focused on figuring out where the others were gathered; which she did in surprisingly minimal time.<br/><br/>Stepping into the meeting room, her poker face--a cavalier mask that was far more comfortable--was already in place. Without a word, she shoved her hands into her pockets and strolled around the table, her eyes traveling to each of the other occupants in turn before she came to the seat marked for her. Pulling one hand from her pocket she pulled out her chair and took a seat, managing to look perfectly at home in the chair instantly.