A pair of moderate heels ascended from the government style vehicle as her feet touched her new “home” for the first time. One of the men who had been sent to retrieve her from the airport was grabbing her bags so she busied herself with lighting up a much needed cigarette. It must have been hours since she had been able to smoke one and she would have closed her eyes to savor the calming effect of the nicotine on her high strung nerves if she hadn’t been too preoccupied with the sights. The car had let her out in front of the large concrete office that gained a few moments of her consideration before she turned to check out the perimeter that surrounded them.
She walked along the soft dirt, inhaling on the cigarette as she assessed their safety. Her briefing had been, well, brief, and to be honest she was a little let down at the appearance of the site. Her last job in the FBI had included gaping windows that framed the city skyline and screamed of tax payer’s dollars well spent, but here? It was true that she enjoyed nature, enjoyed being surrounded by trees, and so her mood was not sour; it simply wasn’t what she had expected.
The man who had grabbed her bag was now making his way the few feet she had wandered so she snubbed out the cigarette and gave him her attention with a nod and a smile. ”Your bags will be taken care of. You are to meet with David Rorke. Enter the building, down to the left. Can’t miss it.” He was gesturing towards the large office building as he spoke and in return he received a thank you and a handshake from the woman before she headed in that direction.
Once she found his door her fingers went to brush down her hair, straighten her suit and as she reached out the fist to knock she reminded herself to stand tall and speak articulately. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t a little nervous and the final thought about talking had her clearing her throat into her hand as she waited for some indication of entry.