Siren

Henri Richelieu

Waking up was not what she wanted to do at all, but the incessant ringing of her phone wouldn't stop. Face down on the mattress, Juno flaps her arm around the bed until she finds her phone. With murder on her mind for the person on the other end of the line she sighs in frustration when she finds it and with her eyes still closed swipes accept. “What?”

The amused voice of Nick Fury comes through the receiver making Juno reluctantly crack open an eye. “Good morning to you too or should I say afternoon?” Opening the other eyes she pulls the phone away to look at the time. It was 1:00 pm. Mentally doing the math she figures out that she has slept for roughly ten hours and it still didn't feel like enough. Not expecting a reply to his first question, Nick moves on to the next. “Have you made contact yet?”

Rolling over onto her back she huffs out an annoyed breath. “Nick, I got in at like 3:00 am and was asleep until you woke me up. Jetlag is a bitch especially when you ride in economy with two layovers. So tell me, Director, when would I have been able to make contact?” 

Finding her snippy tone amusing he leaned back in his chair with a grin, not that Juno could see it anyway which is why he allowed himself to do so. Sometimes he got a sick kind of pleasure out of some of his more favorite agents' hostility towards him. It was a rare thing that anyone wasn’t afraid of him. However those like Juno, Maria and Natasha were exceptions to that notion. Sounding more cheery than he had any right to, Nick tells her to, “Splash some water on your face and hop to it. I want something by the end of the day.” Without another word he hangs up. 

Rude.

Juno sits up and stretches out her whole body groaning in pleasure at the feeling of the delightful burn before getting up and making her way out to the front door. Where she grabs her suitcases and drags them back to her room. Rummaging through them for some decent clothes and her toiletry bag. Holding up the elusive bag she crows, “Found it!”

Taking it and her clothes to the bathroom, Juno realizes she doesn't have any towels. Looks like she'll be improvising. Going through her bags for anything absorbent to use she finds a decent t-shirt and her hair dryer. After a quick invigorating cold shower she uses a combination of the t-shirt and her hair dryer to dry off her body. Not ideal but it does the job. First thing she was doing after doing some light recon on Richeliue’s apartment was going shopping. Mentally making a list of what she needs as she finishes drying off. Towels were a must, clearly. Sheets, pillows, other bedding, groceries, wine. Yep, definitely gonna need a lot of wine. 

Looking at her tired reflection Juno breaks out her makeup bag and gets to work. Thirty minutes later Juno deems herself somewhat presentable. Unsure of how the temperamental weather would hold out she went with the safe choice of jeans, a nice emerald silk button up and some brown ankle boots. Tossing her hair up into a halfway decent bun with a few artfully placed wisps of hair to frame her face she goes over to the desk by the windows for the laptop Sarah had set up for her use along with the floor plans of Richiliue’s apartment and office. Glancing at a small black case, Juno opens it to see several mini cameras and microphones for her to set up in his place. Going over his security and schedule for a window of time that would allow her to break in and set them up. Rubbing her hands together with a gleeful smile at the excitement that bubbles up inside. It’s been so long since she’d done an assignment like this and she had to say she was very much looking forward to getting back to her S.H.I.E.L.D. agent roots.

Determined to give herself a day to go over his routine she grabbed her purse and coat. Double checking that she had her phone, new keys and passcode for the elevator before she left to go shopping. Heading down the long hallway she pulls out her phone from her purse and sends a text to the new group chat she made that didn’t include Bucky and ignores the twisting in her heart as she hits the button for the lobby.