A/N: So you know, this is going to be a slight crossover. It isn't the focus of the story, but I thought it would be cool. Okay, this is MUCH more, er, less intense than the first chap. Still a freaky chap title though. Aight, enjoy.
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As the young woman strode down the hallway, those around her stopped. They stiffened, puffing up their lungs, holding their breath, standing straight, and avoiding eye contact.
The woman continued, the dim lights of the ceiling only bringing an outline to her figure. Her dulled footsteps could be heard as a far off echo on the walls.
Another set of footsteps could be heard. The figure of a male pacing toward her from behind. His steps were heavy, purposely that way.
The female quickened her pace, but the male caught up.
"What do you want?" she hissed.
Her apparent point had been taken as he could be heard sucking in his breath.
"Come on McCaw, ease up" his voice was deep, thick as wax, and with the tone of fire.
A growl was heard from her throat.
"Mitchel, I said leave me alone about it," her voice cracked, exhaustion seeping in.
"Hey, you okay?"
He was sincere.
They approached a doorway that seeped light.
"You wouldn't understand," she whispered.
He was about to say something, when the hustle and noise of ringing phones, clicking keys, screaming people, and many other things assaulted their ears.
The room was filled to the brim with desks, computers, TV screens, and other sorts of equipment. The metal in the room was bitter cold, but the lights and the heat created by bodies filled the room with an unpleasant stuffiness.
"MCCAW!"
The young woman huffed.
"JUST WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!"
A man of middle age, heavy set, and attire that of a suit, came stomping down a flight of stairs. His cocoa skin was oily from sweat, and his chin and sides were growing whiskers.
The cold beauty slowed to a stop and gently placed her hands in front of her, awaiting anything he had to say.
The man stopped before her, raised an eyebrow at her behavior, and then growled.
"Something you wanted to discuss?" she asked sweetly, venom dripping from her voice.
He stared daggers in return.
"What's with these reports!"
Raised to his eye level were several vanilla folders. His hand almost had them gripped in a fist, wrinkles spreading up.
"And?!" she raised an eyebrow delicately.
"THESE ARE PURPOSTURIOUS!"
He threw them at her, she caught them one handed, staring at him the whole time.
"Exactly why is that?"
The question had come in a bored monotone.
"You mean to tell me that some metal headed freak and a kid with nuclear arms DESTROYED our Southwestern base!" he hissed.
She nodded her head nonchantly.
"Yeah, pretty much, glad to know you care I got out."
The man faltered.
Dropping his angered mood, he turned around, starting to walk away.
The two followed him.
"Listen McCaw, I've been here 48 hours straight, Tig won't get off ma back bout it and these reports are outta wack."
He stopped, the one's behind him stopping too.
He swung around.
"I'm callin N'tek, maybe they got some files on dis guy."
He then began to walk away.
"Thanks Higs" she smirked. Her features of cold amusement
