A HAND PUSHES THROUGH disheveled curls out of frustration at the person on the other end of the phone. they’ve been at this for two months and they’re on the verge of bringing the whole thing down, but all of a sudden the higher ups are trying to pull the plug and the entire operation. rayne is pissed and it’s coming out in the way her voice raises into the phone–she’s usually calm, calculated, held together.
❝with all due respect sir–which is none if that isn’t clear–pulling the plug on this operation this close to the end of it is the most idiotic decision you could possibly make.❞ rayne isn’t someone who throws insults about, but in this case she isn’t willing to sugarcoat anything and she’ll take whatever consequences may come. ❝we need more time to finish this and you need to give it to us–you’re not pulling us out of here.❞ well now she’s done it, but she’ll be damned if she’s backing down. ❝seventy-two hours isn’t enough–❞
the phone is tossed on the sofa nearby and the brunette heaves a heavy sigh as chris joins her and questions the call. ❝they’re pulling the entire thing in seventy-two hours.❞ it’s clear she’s angry about it. ❝if we’re not at the extraction point in three days we’re on our own. apparently the time and funding isn’t worth what info we’ve gathered so far so they’ve decided we’re done.❞
The woman who’d become her friend continued to target her displeasure to the person on the opposing end of the call . Chris tucked her hands into the pockets of her jeans , briefly looking to the floor . This wasn’t her place , perhaps she should’ve ignored the confrontation , remained at her watch post but hell , IT WAS TOO LATE NOW .
SEVENTY-TWO HOURS ? Was she hearing this right ? SEVENTY-TWO FUCKING HOURS , THREE DAYS . They’d been in Mexico City for two months ; they were merely a week away from nailing one of the biggest smugglers in international history – but three days ? – they may as well pull the plug now .
She could see the woman’s frustration , hell – she could feel it . 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙷𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 , 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝙰 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚃𝙼𝙾𝚂𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 . After two months , Chris had grown to like Rayne . It was refreshing , seeing an agent care more about the people than the red labelled files on a desk back at Quantico . Chris closed the gap between them , placing a hand on her shoulder hoping to quell some of the fury . ❝ So if we’re not at the extraction point they’ll what ? Go without us ? ❞ She released her grip on Rayne’s arm ❝ Then we’ll fucking stay . ❞ The idea was unwise , foolish even . ❝ we’ll get this guy , we’ll hire a fucking car and drive him back to the bureau ourselves . ❞