#mi6saint

[gat-is-back]

If you were offered the state of Wyoming. Would you take it?

[memberoftherow]

+3

m16-saint

ribbon-massacre 

presidentoftheunitedsaints

"Do you need something? I'm kinda busy here."

[specialist-becca]

@MI6saint

Rebecca bit her bottom lip pressing her shoulders against the wall of the empty Whitehouse corridor. The room was far from silent but all she could hear was her own heartbeat fluttering madly with excitement and trepidation.  

One of her fellow secret service members walked passed her, he gave her a confused look and she glared right back till he moved on. Let him think what he wanted, this was an important moment and no one was going to rush her. Even herself…

How many years had it been? Five?  It felt like so much more. Would he even recognize her after all this time? probably not. He had never seen her out of the specialist uniform when she was a Decker and her accent had started to fade after nearly a decade in the colonies.

Heck, he probably wouldn’t.. but.. there was no other way to find out than walking right in and hoping for the best.  

She pulled herself from the wall and steadied herself with a long deep breath. She walked over to the hardwood door leading to the foreign adviser offices. She Knocked lightly on the door before stepping inside. “Um.. hello Mister Miller.. excuse the interruption, but I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be guarding this part of the Whitehouse from now on. Madam director of the Secret Service reassigned the patrols.”