Caitlin pulled up across the street from the Regent Park MI6 headquarters, deftly dismounting from her brand new Honda VF750F 'Interceptor' motorcycle almost before it had come to a complete stop. Removing her helmet she shook out her redhair to its full length, just below her shoulder blades, as she waited for a spot in traffic so she could cross.<br/><br/>She'd been in her London apartment, a spacious loft style affair so Caitlin had plenty of room to practice with her collection of archaic weaponry, most recently having taken up the claymore again. She was finding that using a sword that was typically almost as big as she was to be impractical, but it did make for a terrific workout. This is what she'd been doing when the call had come, and after a decidedly superficial shower and the application of just the minimum of makeup, given her excitement, Caitlin donned a form fitting leather catsuit that doubled as motorcycle leathers and literally ran out to her waiting motorcycle.<br/><br/>With the helmet now tucked under one arm as she entered the building, Caitlin undid the top few buckles of her catsuit, letting it hang open from the high collar to point not quite between her breasts; the full leathers were so hot, but there was no way she'd ride without the protection. The high heels of her knee high boots clacked across the marble, and her hips swayed with the sensual grace of a predator, a trained fighter, to those who would know of such things. She paused only briefly, Ms. Moneypenny waving Caitlin in to M's office almost as though she'd known the very moment the redhead was to enter the room.<br/><br/>Caitlin looked over the two agents who'd arrived before her, appraising them, her dark blue eyes lingering on the stunning brunette in the equally stunning sapphire gown, for just a moment, before turning to regard 'Uncle Arthur'.<br/><br/>She nodded deferentially to the man seated behind the desk, "M. You called?"