[@King Tai]

[color=6ecff6]"Hey, you jerk!"[/color]  Camille squeaked immediately at the mention of [i]dyke[/i], her fangs bared towards the bald headed bastard acting so smug.  Honestly, how did Rebecca put up with such a despicable mortal as Stone?  She was about to leap from her seat and pounce on him, but with Rebecca placing her hand out before her and giving her a stern yet sincere look, she slumped back in her chair grumbling to herself and pouting.  [color=ed1c24]~"Please refrain from your homophobic slurs, Director Stone, especially if you're going to spout them at my sweet Camille."~[/color]  Had she not been the refined older woman she was, then certainly for insulting her beloved, his office would be painted a new coat of red, courtesy of Rebecca's bare hands tearing the skin off his flesh.  [color=ed1c24]~"And as for those so called [i]fucks[/i] you misplaced, maybe you should check your backside, dear.  Seems to be where you keep your head all the time."~[/color]  A cheeky smile she gave to punctuate that burn.  This was the typical meeting between them, a few insults and sneers tossed back and forth until finally getting down to business, and about damn time too.  Rebecca was starting to grow bored.

Of course he had to mention her last outing, how it ended in disaster practically.  The very thought of it made her crinkle her nose and cut her eyes in displeasure.  Three men dead, their entrails torn from their bodies like cheap tissue paper easily, just as easily as their kevlar vests was shredded, blood and sinew splattering the place along with the raucous racket of painful shrieks and howls amidst a litany of automatic gunfire, the symphony of destruction ever composed so...unsettling.  And of course she had that damn Alpha in her sights.  It's only when Stone's men, intervened on his behalf, that the mission went straight to Hell with everything.  She would've mentioned it, but for now she kept her qualms, crossing her legs and eyeing Stone with a mute expression.

[color=ed1c24]~"Then we might as well stop pandering around it then, shall we?  So, who's the unlucky creature who gets to taste my blade?"~[/color]  Someone else in mind?  A vampire?  Another werewolf maybe?  It didn't matter to Rebecca.  As long as these...menial tasks were but footsteps away...from finding [i]him[/i].