Anyone that knew Presley could see that she was a bundle of nerves barely contained in her small frame as she hugged her arms across her chest and waited for the final descent of their small plane that was landing them just outside of the drop zone. The minute it landed, they would be on their own, again. It might have been one of her first missions, but it wasn’t her first. She’d done this a few times, not only that but she’d gone through numerous simulations that’d shown that she was a force to be reckoned with against Division agents, not that she’d met any up close and personal.
That thought let her mind wander a moment to her companion, the one that she’d been partnered with a few times before but never on a solo mission between just the two of them preforming an extraction when there were reports of Division agents within a few miles of the target. Another watcher, or so they’d been told, one that didn’t know anything about the sort of life they’d been born into as she pressed her lips into a thin line and wondered what that must have been like. She’d known about everything for as long as she could remember, growing up in a compound where everyone was just the same as her but with a history that far exceeded her own with Division.
Just like him. Not that he spoke about it, or much at all, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to know more about the world that she’d been protected from for most of her life until she proved herself to be a strong asset in the field. Presley dropped her arms to her sides, trying to mirror the stance she’d seen so many others do before that exuded quiet confidence but her eyes, they never left him as the plane lowered itself closer to the ground. The silence was almost too much to bear, gnawing at the growing knot in her stomach that knew what she would have to do the moment they touched down. There wouldn’t be any time for small talk. It was nor or never.
