~Recap~
"Bring" "Bring" "Bring"
"Hello"
~End of recap~
I knew what Marks assignment was requiring him to do.
It was something i was never going to let him do alone.
Still waiting for someone to pick up i began to think i would be sent to voicemail.
...
"Sargent Hold here" said a rough voice finally answering
"Been a while Sir" i questioned
"Ahh theres my faviotre agent" "Catherine Anderson, what can i do for you?"
"Im requesting to be put on the Russian IHT (Dimond) case?" "Im sure it will be easier for you to have a woman on the inside. With my qulifications i could excel what needs to be done"
There was a slight pause, as he must've been busy on the other end
"Ah i see, Miss Andrews, you have been persuasive."
"I'll pass this up to my superiors."
"You will have an answer within an hour." He ended the call leaving me to take a breath as the beeping signified the end of a call.
I smiled, i think this might take my mind of a few things.
Of course on cue, half an hour later i recieved a signified 'Yes'. 'Pack bags, meet at Del airport, turminal 9, at 130 hours.'
Being pretty prepared, i had already packed, taking what i would usually need for these types of assignment. I included a few extra cases filled with my other types of babies. Mentally winking, i felt prepared. Im so weird.
Driving my red sports shevy, with my handfull of bags, i sang out to triple jay's top playlists.
Coming to a stop at a parking lot out the front of my favorite resturant.
I jumped out locking my car, walking in to be waited by Jemma, which appered on her name tag.
I sat down on a small table near the huge glass panel windows, loving the brightlights at night. The city never stopped taking my breath away.
I sat there for about four and a half hour, eating and enjoying the view.
Fianlly opening up my imac, i started post production on my recent photos from Italy.
I was away for two weeks, i had two clients requesting to complete two different styles of photography. One for a magazine and one for a company's promotion.
It was hectic, but i persuavered i guess. If anything Photography is my element, i guess i love shooting things.
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Treading Under Water
Mystery / ThrillerColdness... Is all i can feel, the blue submerging me into the obis, the powerful pain in my chest, the darkness pulling me in. This is how drowning feels like. Why? I don't know.. I probably will never know, it is a question every one wonders...
