Post by zinda on Nov 24, 2011 11:23:58 GMT -5
Another cold Gotham City dawn, another night of patrolling over for both Agent Blake and her partner Agent Samuel Mackenzie while the former set her Aerie Two copter down on a launching pad, her partner riding co-pilot then took his car with her riding shotgun back to the bureau's Gotham base of operations where they would be parting ways at least for the day. The blond with little to do unless a new assignment thrust itself upon her while Samuel had plans for the turkey day and a family to spend them with Of course he had invited her along but no, she wasn't keen on the idea of spending the day conspicuously sticking out in a large crowd, opting instead to lay low, play it cool and let the chips fall where they will within this government building. Besides she had beer stocked, she had football games to watch, maybe a parade and she had a week old package of beef jerky she could gnaw on if she actually became hungry. What more could a woman ask for?
Oh, who are you kidding, Blake?" She muttered under her breath while clearing security before striding to her quarters, slipping out of uniform and into the shower, flipping the Television on and tuning it to the Macy's parade. You'll last 15 minutes in here tops before you are roaming the halls in search of something better to do.
Never known for being the moping sort, being played for a fool by the Bat not long ago left a definite taint on her otherwise happy go-lucky disposition of the norm. Ok maybe the fact that both sides of the law called her a traitor had something to do with it as well. Not everyone said it out loud or to her face but Zinda Blake was neither blind nor deaf nor stupid. She was not normally the grudge holding type but she vowed revenge on the Dark Knight for playing her for a fool, though she got her shot in as well. Still she took the whole thing personal. Something a good soldier was trained not to do but she did it anyway. She would see him locked up. Not because she chose to but because she had to. Duty came first, orders were orders. Like them or not.
She knew she wasn't the most well liked agent in this force and had little to none in the way of friends but she would not ask for any nor did she expect them. She was a survivor, born and raised that way at an early age. They just grow them stubborn in Texas and she'd deal with whatever fate threw at her.
When this year began it was the early 50's. For her. Now she was way out of time and wished she could get back. That would never happen but she would not cry in her beer. Suck it up and move on. She'd find a way with or without a fan club.
20 minutes later she was out of the shower covered in a dress shirt and jeans, flopped out on her bed watching the parade with Pabst in one hand and Slim Jim in the other, resigned to the fact she'd be spending the holiday alone with everyone else either out on assignment or socializing with relatives. She had none, she needed none and she'd live through it if nothing came her way.
Oh, who are you kidding, Blake?" She muttered under her breath while clearing security before striding to her quarters, slipping out of uniform and into the shower, flipping the Television on and tuning it to the Macy's parade. You'll last 15 minutes in here tops before you are roaming the halls in search of something better to do.
Never known for being the moping sort, being played for a fool by the Bat not long ago left a definite taint on her otherwise happy go-lucky disposition of the norm. Ok maybe the fact that both sides of the law called her a traitor had something to do with it as well. Not everyone said it out loud or to her face but Zinda Blake was neither blind nor deaf nor stupid. She was not normally the grudge holding type but she vowed revenge on the Dark Knight for playing her for a fool, though she got her shot in as well. Still she took the whole thing personal. Something a good soldier was trained not to do but she did it anyway. She would see him locked up. Not because she chose to but because she had to. Duty came first, orders were orders. Like them or not.
She knew she wasn't the most well liked agent in this force and had little to none in the way of friends but she would not ask for any nor did she expect them. She was a survivor, born and raised that way at an early age. They just grow them stubborn in Texas and she'd deal with whatever fate threw at her.
When this year began it was the early 50's. For her. Now she was way out of time and wished she could get back. That would never happen but she would not cry in her beer. Suck it up and move on. She'd find a way with or without a fan club.
20 minutes later she was out of the shower covered in a dress shirt and jeans, flopped out on her bed watching the parade with Pabst in one hand and Slim Jim in the other, resigned to the fact she'd be spending the holiday alone with everyone else either out on assignment or socializing with relatives. She had none, she needed none and she'd live through it if nothing came her way.