Agent Jefferson

Founding Father. Field Agent.

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Moving in Place || OPEN

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agentfranklin:

Frankie had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop a full on evil smile from forming when Jefferson increased her speed to get faster then Frankie. The bait was dangled right in front of Jefferson and Frankie couldn’t help but fucking feel proud that Jefferson took it so easily. 

Sure Frankie shouldn’t feel so easily proud that she can get under the girls skin like it is nothing but she does. In Frankie’s mind it is just pay back for all the times Jefferson lectured her or told her to take her job more seriously. To Frankie she was just innocently getting revenge.

Frankie increased her speed to match, and then get faster then Jefferson every time Jefferson was start increase her speed and incline. This went back and forth, repeatedly. Frankie tried to keep a look on her face as if the speed was nothing to her, as if she could keep going faster then Jefferson with completely ease.

Jefferson kept going at her regular pace and changing of speed, she kept the mentally counted down when she needed to change speed and incline, she liked keeping things orderly and organized, double checking her watch to know when to change her speed. Making a mental note for her personal records later, she always liked to keep her routine down, noting anything different about her speed and incline, she was shooting for a faster time than normal. Apparently Franklin was going to be a somewhat motivator today.

Upping her speed again, Jefferson could see Franklin moving her own speed and inline again, shaking her head Jefferson pushed herself. Every time she went faster Franklin matched her and Jefferson scanned the room, there was still another agent but they paid them no mind.

She kept going until the both of them were in a full run, Jefferson could tell that Franklin was enjoying this, trying to out do Jefferson and she was fine to let her think she’d taken whatever bait she’d laid out in front of her, she’d let her think she’d fallen into a trap, but this was Jefferson’s regular routine. She kept running keeping an eye on the treadmill timer until it hit her decided stopping point. When it did Jefferson easily pulled back and quit her run on the treadmill, noting the time for later and smiling to herself about gaining some speed. Jefferson stepped off the treadmill and turned her back on Franklin, heading over towards a corner to do some after running stretches.

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Moving in Place || OPEN

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agentfranklin:

Frankie entered the gym with the full intent for today to be an arms day. She rotated her schedule to not make something to tired or sore if a mission were to pop up. But when her eyes locked on Jefferson on a treadmill Frankie couldn’t stop herself from the some what evil plan forming in her head to annoy the other agent. There were many other treadmills open in the gym but Frankie found herself with an devious smirk on her face as she claimed the one next to Jefferson. She barely started moving when Jefferson spoke to her.

“I didn’t say anything.” An eye brow raised up at the fellow founder before putting her own headphones and looking straight ahead. She started out just walking. Acting as if she was just honestly there to work out and honestly that was Frankie’s original intentions. She come into the gym completely harmlessly. But the boredom had been strong since the mission and bothering Jefferson seemed as the perfect way to get rid of it.

Frankie slowly started speeding up and it only took a few seconds for her to be completely mimicking Jefferson’s pace. One eye brow raised again as she smirked, looking over at Jefferson from the corner of her vision and started jogging just the tiniest bit faster then her, just fast enough for it to be noticeable that Frankie was quicker then her. She did so for a few seconds before slowing to mimic Jefferson’s pace again for a moment before speeding up again just slightly. Now was just a matter if Jefferson would take the bait and try to keep her speed faster or not.

Jefferson sighed and continued her run, rolling her eyes as Franklin played coy. As if she didn’t know the other Founder had decided to pick the treadmill directly next to hers, when there were plenty of others to choose from. And Jefferson knew it was Franklin’s intention to annoy her, her suspicions were confirmed when the other agent moved to keep pace, and kept double checking to make sure Jefferson knew she was doing it. She couldn’t help mumbling under her breath about how childish it was.

 She’d do her best to ignore Franklin, she’d keep doing what she wanted. But if Franklin wanted to make this so be it. She keeps her eyes straight and adjusts her speed and incline again. She easily falls into a faster pace, she’s been slowly working on getting her average mile up, and she decides if Franklin wants to chase after her she can.

Every so often she could feel the other agents eyes on her, she knew the other agent wanted to push her, and despite Jefferson’s best efforts at ignoring her, she always had a hard time ignoring the other agent. And she found herself pushing her speed up just a bit more to get over the Franklin’s speed, but she kept her eyes forward, and ignored the eyes on her.

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Moving in Place || OPEN

Jefferson liked the gym, when she wasn’t training on the gun range she could be often found in working on her physical fitness. There weren’t many other agents in the gym, and she claimed a treadmill and powered it on, she kept it lower and kept her speed and pace regular. Slipping one of her earbuds in Jefferson set her workout playlist for the day on and focused on what she was doing.

Her attention moves towards one of the only other agents in the room and she gives them a nod, she doesn’t move to start conversation, they have headphones on but they give her a nod in return and she turns her focus back on her task at hand, she always keeps one of her earbuds out, never knowing if she’ll be called for, her phone is sitting in front of her on the treadmill.

Another agent arrives with the sound of the door opening and Jefferson doesn’t pay them much attention as she raises the speed and incline, picking up her pace and enjoying the feeling it gives her muscles in her calves. She can feel eyes on her and the sound of approaching footsteps, and she turns her attention to the agent that had just entered the room, pulling the earbud out of her ear. “Something I can do for you?”

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Winding Down - Closed to Jefferson

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founderbuilt:

“I know now,” she laughs, shaking her head a bit. “I guess we all do, but I always think what if. I wanted to find a cure for cancer–I think I may get my ass to work on that one,” she muses, placing the tea down on the coffee table. “I was 24. I was a resident–way too young by anyone else’s standards for what I was doing, but I’d earned it.

She knows that Jefferson understands hard work–from what she knows about the other woman, she’s highly dedicated. It’s something that Madison respects endlessly. “I don’t remember the last time I took a day for myself since I got rid of the name Blackwell.” 

Before Madison, she’d been named after Elizabeth Blackwell–she’d been the first female physician, studying in New York and changing the face of American medicine. Madison liked to think she’d fit the name well enough. After all, it had been chosen specifically for her. “I think I may do that. Go explore the mountains or something. Fancy a trip sometime?”

Jefferson smiles and takes another drink of her tea, “had I not been picked up by the Agency I know exactly where I would be now.” She’d be retired from her work with the CIA or well on her way there, and taking a stronger hold on her family business, dealing with more boring businessmen than she’d like and her face would be all over, she knows that there’s a mystery behind her family name now, no one really knows her face, she’d joined the agency soon after her father had retired.

“I still try to give myself some time alone, though I probably spend more time alone than most think I should.” She’s always been private, she’s recently started to spend more time out, the odd meetings with other agents around town were once very rare, now less so. “It’s hard to leave behind a name that carries such weight.”

She’d spent some time before in Tennessee, but now that it was her home, she felt she needed to see it more, when Madison mentions exploring more it strikes Jefferson that she’s rarely even explored beyond the town, “that sounds good, I’ve been here for nine years, but don’t really remember the last time I went out to see the mountains.”

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Shortcomings // OPEN

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codenamejay:

“Thanks.” It’s about as heartfelt as Jay can be right now. It’s a relief to hear that the hallways are cleared out, as he had hoped, and he pushes himself off of the wall, hiding back the wince that threatens to show up on his face.

Jefferson lets him leave with his pride, which is important to Jay, and his respect for her grows because of it. Just because he thinks she’s a stick in the mud and she thinks he’s a risk-taking delinquent doesn’t mean that Jay hates her. He’s jealous of her some days, and annoyed on others. Jefferson is the typical spy you think of when you watch all of the cheesy movies. She has the looks, the money, and the skills. Jay can’t help but be envious of the life she’s been able to lead before the Agency when he’s got a chest full of scars and has had to bust his ass to keep his family out of poverty.

“I said I’m going.” He doesn’t need a lecture from Big B, either. Jay takes a deep breath, tries to ignore the pain, and continues down the hallway towards the medical bay.

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Winding Down - Closed to Jefferson

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founderbuilt:

“Sometimes, I wonder why I don’t just give up keeping myself field ready,” she confesses, stretching her legs out over the couch’s plush surface. It’s a rare delight to relax like this, especially somewhere quiet where she could speak about things the younger agents wouldn’t remember. 

“When I was doing my residency, I lost a little girl because I couldn’t catch something simple. I let it serve as a reminder that people can always do better than they’re doing–but that we’re all human.” Personal glimpses into her head are rare–but she knows that Jefferson herself is private. “I remember being this scared kid when I came here–putting on a big show to pretend I wasn’t terrified.”

Her lips meet the tea cup, her eyes falling shut. “I wonder how the newer agents felt, you know? During this. They’re just kids, Jefferson, but they’ve got this potential. You ever wonder what caused your mentor to pick you over everyone else they could have picked?” Madison does–she wonders all of the time, but her mentor’s dead, someone she’ll never be able to ask why.

Jefferson feels for Madison, she’d had a few bad calls when she first joined the CIA, making mistakes when new to a field always forms your future. Her training agent always told her the way you handle a crisis shows the kind of agent you’d be in the future. She appreciates that Madison feels comfortable enough to share this small part of herself.

“I think I had an easier time than most, I came here when I was older. I had a few years under my belt from my previous employment.” Jefferson knows that it’s more common knowledge about her work with the CIA, it’s in her file back in the Foundry. She was still on edge though, there’s more secrets here, the CIA had more to answer to than the Agency does, more people always asking questions, and looking into how you do things. But for Jefferson she doesn’t worry about things like that, she was always one to follow rules laid out before her.

Jefferson lightly smiles, thinking back to meeting her mentor, they hadn’t told her right out why she’d been picked, not until later, they’d revealed why she was chosen but for now it’s something she likes to keep quiet. “It’s always a mystery to why we stood out over others. Any one of our actions before we were chosen add up to putting us in a position to be noticed.”

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Shortcomings // OPEN

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codenamejay:

“I’m fine,” Jay brushes off her concern with a wave of his hand. She’s the second to last person he wants to see right now, and he’s already on the way to the infirmary to see the first. Madison’s going to have an earful for him, he’s sure of it, and all Jay can do is pray she’s too busy to chew him out for more than fifteen minutes. If it’s any longer, he may fall asleep on her.

He doesn’t need anyone’s help, or anyone’s sympathy. Jay’s still sore about the rooftop agents taking the shot, putting them all in danger. He could have handled it himself. It’s Jay’s pride getting the better of him, as it normally does. When he wakes up after this nightmare, he’ll realize Truth acted in his best interest. But right now, Jay’s tired, pissed, and most importantly, his entire body aches.

“I’m walking to the medical bay now. They were busy earlier.” It’s all blase and noncommittal, like he couldn’t be bothered to do it earlier. The truth is something far more stupid. Jay wanted to wait for the younger agents to be gone or asleep, and the medical bay to be clear before he walked in. He wants as little people as possible to know that someone got the upper hand on him.

Jefferson nods, she can see he doesn’t want to let it be seen just how hurt he might be, she can understand that. He was obviously surprised to see her and she doesn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable so she stays where she is, making no move to help him unless he really shows the need for it. “It should be mostly clear now.”

She wants to ask further questions, to find out what actually happened outside the loft while she was playing attention grabber inside, but given how Jay looks now is not the time. She’ll read the mission report later and ask her questions then, she knows the feeling of not wanting to be seen with an injury, especially by younger agents. And her and Jay don’t get along well so right now she won’t push him, not when he’s so obviously not in the mood for it. The quicker he can get the medical bay the better.

“Injuries are not something to ignore, no matter how mundane it might seem.” She moves to the side to allow him to pass and watches him, waiting to see if the can get himself off the wall and to the med bay for proper care. It won’t do him any good to pass out from possible blood loss, and she doesn’t want it to happen by her walking off and leaving him there.

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Winding Down - Closed to Jefferson

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Madison’s dark circles are the most prominent thing–even over her cheekbones–about her face as exhaustion sets in, but she knows that sleep won’t come. With everyone patched up from the mission, it’s her time to just sit and relax. A cup of hot tea greets her hands as she moves to sit on the couch, the only other person in the room Agent Jefferson.

“You remember our first big mission?” she questions, taking a drink of the honey-lemon tea, letting it coat her throat. “How excited we were–how nervous, how afraid to mess things up?” At least, she assumes that Jefferson had shared those emotions and thoughts all of those years ago. 

The mission hadn’t gone exactly the way Jefferson had hoped, she was relieved though that no one was seriously hurt or killed. Their wounds would heal and they’d go over the information learned. The tea in her hand is hot and relaxes her after a day of stress, her own part of the mission hadn’t been as stressful as others had, she’d spent her day people watching and getting staff to chase after her for tips. While others had been working to get more detail.

Before joining the agency Jefferson had spent time in the field for the CIA, she’d gained a great reputation and had spent plenty of time filled with stress over her job there, but she’d had a different level of stress when she first went on mission for the Agency, she’d been relieved though to have time with the CIA before, it gave her a perspective not many of the much younger agents had when they went in the field. “The risks here of failure had been a weight. We’ve come very far.” Taking a drink of her tea, the warmth filling her bones and she leans her head back on the couch.

“I try to remember how my first mission went. My feelings during it, I had more experience dealing with the stress of missions, but the Agency is a much different kind of stress to deal with.”

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Shortcomings // OPEN

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codenamejay:

The adrenaline of the mission wears off quickly and Jay hurts, badly. His shoulder feels like it’s violently throbbing and his ribs are sore, probably bruised. His dress shirt has started to stick to him, the sweat and blood working as an unwanted adhesive to his skin. The med patch has worn off awhile ago; they’re only meant for short term triage and it’s been hours since he brought a staff to a gun and knife fight.

He keeps his suit jacket buttoned. The pressure makes him want to grind his teeth but it’s a nice, thick, dark blue fabric that covers up the stains underneath. A smirk stays on his face as he passes by some newer recruits and fresh agents. It would do them no good to see a Founder crying out in pain. Jay’s still supposed to be untouchable, a perfect example of an agent. Maybe he is getting too old for his own antics. Anyone who knows him well enough can see the furrows in his brow and his clenched jaw, but he’s hoping to make it to Madison before he runs into someone smart enough to see the signs.

The issue with blood loss is a sense of wooziness. Jay stumbles, catching himself against the wall in a quiet corridor. He quickly looks back over his shoulder, to make sure no one’s going to see him, and completely misses the person in front of him watching.

The first free moment Jefferson had once she arrived back at the bunker was, spent returning to her room to change. She changed back into her regular suit, and out of the business woman suit she’d had before, gone were the heels and back to her more easy to manage boots. She felt far more comfortable now than she had before and she wanted to make her way to find out what happened for other agents of the mission.

She knows things had not gone as well as they’d hoped, shots were fired and all she knows is that there had been undesired results, but nothing the other agents could handle. Jay had already made it clear things were good, and she’d made sure they didn’t have any more surprises from her end outside. Lucky for them no one had heard the shot from inside, and she hopes the rest of the mission had gone smoother.

Turning down a corridor she spots Jay stumble and catch himself against a wall, she knows immediately that something is wrong, something had happened beyond just the unwanted arrival of armed men. She approaches him and holds his gaze for a moment before their eyes lock, she looks behind her to help keep Jay’s privacy, “where are you injured?”

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Aftershot // Jay+Jefferson

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codenamejay:

“Copy that.” There’s a gentle buzzing noise in Jay’s ear that lets him know that someone is trying to call him on a private frequency. It should be Rockefeller or one of the other tech analysis agents. He reaches back into his bag, grabbing a mini bottle of bourbon. Jay dabs some of it on his collar and down the front of his shirt, like he’s been drinking too sloppy and spilled some. The rest of it he downs quickly, throwing the glass off into the alleyway. 

“My other channel is ringing. If you find something let me know.” Jay waits for her answer before switching channels, hoping for some answers for the crazy night. Jay lifts his briefcase up and starts his walk back towards the front of the building. He double checks his jacket, making sure it’s covering any blood or puncture wounds. With another wince, he adjusts the collar of his shirt.

“Will do. Let me know if my assistance is needed.” She drops her phone to her lap, and sighs, stretching her neck and rolling her shoulders. Again scanning the room to see if she spots anyone acting out of the ordinary. She hates the waiting after things go off kilter, this wasn’t something they wanted to happen, but tehy were prepared for it.

Jefferson knows if she’s needed they’ll call her, she crosses her legs and pulls her phone up, pulling up a few random files she keeps there for cover, articles on stocks and some business news site, she wants to keep her cover now more than ever. She sits quietly and waits for what comes next.

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Aftershot // Jay+Jefferson

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The pain from the patch doesn’t wear off, but Jay grows accustom to it and moves on. He doesn’t want to put Jefferson in danger or blow her cover, but if there is a tertiary response force, Jay needs to know about it. He doubts whoever hired the professionals in front of him would plan on a third squad, but you just never know. When Jefferson says it’s clear Jay deflates a little, letting the tension building in his body crumble, just a little. It helps with the pain in his shoulder and Jay refocuses on the mission. He can lick his wounds when he gets back home.

“We’re fine,” Jay says with a slight edge to his voice. He isn’t asking for back up or for Big B to come around and micromanage his part of the mission. All he needs are her eyes. “I’ll be circling the perimeter again. Just keep a look out until everyone else is clear.”

Continuing to scan the area, Jefferson moves towards a wall, keeping her back toward the wall, keeping hey eyes on those around her so she can intervene as quickly as possible, at least to slow someone down so those outside can be ready. She trusted that Jay had a handle on things, and if he said it was good she had faith in that, it wouldn’t do them any good for her to run off and ruin her cover.

“I’ll let you know if anything pops.” She scans the few people milling around her and moves towards a sitting area, she’d stick there and watch for anyone suspicious, she could slow them down long enough to get the others ready, and hopefully still keep her cover.

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Aftershot // Jay+Jefferson

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codenamejay:

“Everything’s contained. Let me know if you see any suspicious activity moving towards the back entrance.” Jay heads back over to his briefcase, unlocking the top of it with a swipe of his thumb. The case opens and Jay reaches for one of the med patches. Out of every field agent, Jay has used more than anyone else. It’d be a safe bet to say he’s used more than multiple agents combined. 

“Support crew is attempting to identify these guys. Six hostiles, nondescript clothing, no finger prints or IDs.” Jay unbuttons the top three buttons of his shirt. The knife went clean through the cotton and it stings with every move. Jay grits his teeth, peeling back the activation tape of the patch. He sucks in a breath before applying it, his face scrunching up in pain but his voice staying calm and even. Damn, that always hurts.

She’s relieved when Jay gives the all clear but she’s still on high alert, she moves as quickly and casually as she can closer to the back entrance and pulls her phone to her ear, acting like she’s distracted by her call but keeping all her senses at the people around her. She knows that anyone could be part of the group that attacked the others.

“Nothing suspicious here, I’ll loiter around and keep my eyes open.” She pulls her jacket tighter around her, “if I’m needed I’ll come, are we good?” She hopes there aren’t any injuries on their side, but most of all she hopes that the team can ID them quickly.

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Aftershot // Jay+Jefferson

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Anthony having to take the shot isn’t optimal. Jay could have probably handled it himself, but it’s over and done now and all they can do is ensure that no one’s heard it. The first person Jay thinks to check in with is Big B inside of the loft to make sure no one was the wiser inside. The rifle’s silenced, but that doesn’t mean it makes zero noise. Any shot, no matter the silencer, makes much more noise than a street fight.

“Jefferson, status check on the inside? We have a shot fired on perimeter.” Jay clicks over his watch as he jogs back to the front of the building. His suit is definitely more disheveled, but it’s a late night in a tourist town and they’re surrounded by bars. He can cover up his bleeding shoulder with his black jacket and wait for medical care when he gets back to the bunker.

Things are quiet, Jefferson keeps her eyes on the people around her but things are going well, at least she hopes they are, she hasn’t heard anything from the other agents in some time, and she’s hoping it means good things.

A server brings her another coffee and Jefferson smiles, slipping the girl a couple hundred dollars, the girls eyes go wide and she smiles as she goes. She thinks she’s had the easiest part of the mission, it’s easy for her to slip into her old way of doing things, but she’s still tense, anything could go wrong no matter how easy she thinks things can be. So when Jay’s voice pops over her coms her back goes stiff. “Things are quiet here, what’s going on?”

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See What I See || Jefferson & Rockefeller

The bar is still busy, and from what her guide said it is normally busy most of the day, she’d gone over most of the places with them, but she’d expressed her desire to simply get a feel for the place on her own. She wanted to keep mobile as well now, just in case Marshall or Ride were in need of her assistance. She pulled her phone to her ear to keep it from looking like she was talking to herself and started to walk out of the bar.

“Mr. Rockefeller, is there anything I can show you more of?” She’d been through the building with eyes on her for a good portion of the morning, but now it was time for her to really delve deeper if needed, she still had portions of the staff watching her and continually approaching her for things, but she was easily able to send them off on some errand for her, with the promise of a decent tip. But her story of wanting to get a feel for the place from her guide, had gotten them off her back, the mission would be done soon enough and she could get out of here and back to the bunker.

“I tried to keep things slow, but I am keen to keep moving, I feel like I should take us through a few spots again just in case.”

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Keeping Tabs || Jefferson & Marshall

Her tour had gone well, she’d seen plenty of areas of interest and made sure to show enough for her glasses to record. She was stationed at the bar, in a corner to see what was going on around her, but she had a good spot to get out if she needed to, she continued to slip tips to the few staff members who came around , sipping on a drink she continued to people watch before she pulled her phone out to cover her calling on Marshall.

Jefferson always worked to keep things quiet, and less interesting to someone listening in, she never used her preferred method of communication with other Agents when in the field, she’d do anything to keep her cover, and she’d been doing this for long enough, it was second nature. Speaking in easy code was the simplest way to do something that no one around her would find suspicious.

“Mr. Marshall, do you have a moment for a word?”

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Eyes Open || SOLO PARA

It’s the easiest alias she’s ever had, it’s a mask she wears all the time, one that slips on and off so easily it fits like a glove. Her tour begins quickly, she arrives early enough to let the employees see her and set into panic mode. Shes dressed in the best fitting dress and heels that show off her legs, with coffee in hand she follows her tour guide, determined to show her all the best spots. As they go the guide talks, points out all the most expensive things and Jefferson tunes them out, making mental notes of all the higher traffic areas, the staff flits around her, never letting her coffee grow old, and always seeing if there was something they could get for her. She slips them large tips to keep them coming, all trying to get a bigger tip.

She could tell easily that the other employees would talk, more would come trying to get on her good side, she let them think it worked, anything to keep them distracted. Even though she had people on her, she knew if she needed to she could get out of their way quickly, and get to where she needed to be in case Marshall or Ride needed a hand. She let her glasses do their work as well, as far as others knew they were just ordinary glasses, but it was one of her favorite parts of the Agency, they those doing surveillance monitor what she was doing, and she’d let them linger on areas she felt were of interest.

She turns to the man showing her around and nods when he shows her the elevators to the upper floors, describing where the open space is, she lets her eyes linger at the wide open area of the main floor, focusing on the reception desk and the number of employee’s waiting there.

“Ma’m would you like to head up and see the space? It’s quite wonderful and the view is the best view we have.”

“Yes, of course.” They head closer to the elevators and Jefferson made note as they went of how populated the bank of elevators and trying to get as much visual information as she could, her eyes pass the many staff members milling around and the security guards she sees, “is there full time security?”

“Yes ma’m, full time all hours security, plus state of the art system, if you have any issues at any time they are available, as well as our staff will be available at all times as well.”

She nods and follows into the elevator, “good.” She already knew security was high here, the Agency had done plenty of background checking before they started the mission. All she needed to do was distract and notify of the busiest areas. The tour she was on was doing well to show her areas of interest, and Jefferson was easily drawing attention of the staff, money went a long way to draw people’s attention, and she had plenty to go around. And for now, she’d continue to keep people running back to impress her, to keep eyes away from what was going on around them.

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A Sound Purchase || Jefferson and Edison

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“Please, I offered. So I’ll pay,” Eddie winks. It’s polite to treat fellow agents like friends, and Eddie likes Jefferson enough they really don’t mind buying her a coffee somewhere. It give them more time and more of a reason to get on and learn more about one of the Agency’s Founding Father agents. Well, as much as Jefferson will allow Eddie to know.

They let Jefferson go up front to pay, but they themself wander out the front door to stand out in the brisk mountain air. It’s beautiful this time of year and Eddie can’t imagine what it will be like when Fall comes around. All of the leaves may be a pay to sweep up, but it’d have to look absolutely breathtaking. The wilderness is quite the contrast to Detroit’s city-scape, and Eddie likes the change in scenery.

Once their order is passed to Jefferson, she slips a generous tip into the jar on the counter and she goes in search of Edison, finding them in front of the coffee shop Jefferson hands them their order and takes a drink of her own, “this places is gorgeous. I love the weather here.”

When the leaves turn from green to shades of orange and reds, it’s not quiet that time again, but every year Jefferson looks forward to the time when the summer leaves and Fall arrives and changes the place around them. She’s been with the Agency long enough, that she’s seen a few, but it never gets old, it’s always such a breathtaking time for her.