JUST BUSINESS | TERE

Tere glanced at Mel and sighed a bit "The only thing I am uncomfortable with is the fact that I am demanded to pay respect to people that have not yet earned it just because of their rank, a rank that isn't known by everyone on the island. I may be new to this island, but I am sure as hell not going to bend over and kiss someone's ass because they demand it of me. Especially why I don't know them from they next Joe Shmoe. I'm also not pleased by the fact that I was out ranked by someone who has been here a shorter amount of time than myself and who is again younger than me. I work my ass off when I actually know what in the hell it is I have to do. I have no clear idea what I am doing anymore... I'm supposed to drop things off, find new places and such, great! But when am I supposed to leave or be back, when am I supposed to tell someone or do I? I have no clear job, I'm an agent... agent of what?! I'm a captain of my ship, grand but I can no longer call myself a captain because it's 'confusing' to others. What do I do? Tell me Mel... What? And what war? When was this decided and why am I ALWAYS left out of the freaking Loop?"

Melanie stood, looking the older woman over before speaking again. As much as Melanie tried, there had to be a point where the lines were clearly drawn. "First off, I am one of those little shits you are talking about. You say you've been here longer, but where were you when camp was attacked? Much less where were you the last five years? You have no authority on this island because you haven't earned it." There was only so much abuse anyone could take before the truth had to be stated. "If you want to be a real agent, fine. Pack your things and say your goodbyes, because field agents are gone for weeks or months at a time. You and your girls will be assigned in te morning. We are after all preparing for the war that was already going. Always has been." Melanie didn't get here by letting her newer agents ride rough shot over her, and the disrespect had gone far enough. Command was command. Plain and simple, and this was an army.

"Report for duty tomorrow at 0800 hours, port of Delphi."walking to the other side of the desk, Melanie began to pull out stacks of paper to begin the assignment process.