(http://i4.ifrm.com/5941/107/upload/p22002666.jpg)<br/><br/>This security detail was ass. Sure, the gig was much, much safer than details outside of the building but after a week of this, she began to truly despise the change. She never realized how much she'd miss the danger that came with guarding at and around gates or with protecting shipments. Out there, anything could happen. Any innocous sound could signal the start of a firefight or a clash with something much worse than gangs or runners. Life seemed rather dull since holding off those bugs a few months back. She never thought she'd find herself cheering on a SINless group, but that day, there were bigger fish to fry.<br/><br/>Just as the nightmarish memory of those insect spirits haunted her, so to did it make the usual dangers feel mundane. And this? Pacing up and down halls? Checking unchanging surveilance of quiet corners and graffiti-less walls? This was something far, far worse. They were built for action, not for this.<br/><br/>She answered his question by pantomiming shooting herself in the head. "They need us because Ares hates you. I never thought I'd say this, but I wanna get back out there. Where there's action. Or at least something other than these walls..." She swept her hand at one before shaking her head and checking the time on her commlink. "This is painful."<br/><br/>Tempted as she was to hop onto his desk to wake him up, professionalism was important. Especially indoors. "The nightmare's almost over, John. I think I'm gonna simsense a gunfight when I get home. I need 'something'." Or maybe a trip to Inferno was in order? She couldn't wait to get out of the corporate attire and into something less starchy.