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Tasha paced irritatedly back and forth along the window of the small conference room. Bette Porter and Tina Kennard we’re late and she didn’t think she could take another minute of Alice’s cute little ‘hahaha’s’ and ‘oh really’s’ to every single thing coming out of Agent Torres’ mouth.
She didn’t understand how damn interesting working down in Science and Tech seemed to be to the little reporter. It was like Torres was doing an interview on the inner workings of her whole damn department.
She had stepped out of the room twice to freshen her cup of what she was sure was the bitterest coffee in all of Los Angeles, and each time she came back it was ‘no, I had no idea’ and ‘oh, that sounds dangerous’. Pshhh…Torres barely even went out in the field and when she did, she was stuck inside the damn van.
Tasha checked her phone again and resumed her circuit in front of the windows, her head tilted to the floor, hands in her pockets, her lips a hard line across her face.
The door to the room opened and Tasha breathed a sigh of relief. “You’re late” she spat at them.
Shane and Tina looked quickly at Bette who put her helmet down and pulled out a chair for Tina. “Yes”, she said with a brilliant smile, her eyes never leaving Tasha’s as she motioned for Tina to sit down.
Shane sat down next to Tina and the two stole a quick glance at one another and then looked away.
Alice didn’t even notice the moment of tension in the room. She had been enjoying her conversation with the very cute and flirty Agent Torres. “Damn TK you look like….well, you look…good” she laughed. “Professor Porter, Shane”.
“Actually, it’s Doctor, Al” said Tina, annoyed. “Wait, it would be, wouldn’t it?” she said softly to Bette.
Bette winked at Tina as she sat down next to her. She took her hand under the table, squeezing it lightly.
Bette looked at the petite Latina, sitting in the corner. Her striking dark eyes were wide and her eyebrows were raised in amusement at the scene.
“Good evening, ladies. Sorry we’re late. Tasha, shall I make my own introductions or would you like to…” but Bette was cut off by Alice.