Snippet #1115461

Is this kid flirting with me? The forced smile on Leigh's lips stopped being forced. Still, she was in no mood to be flirted with. "Money is money," She returned starting to move away, she could feel Nathaniel's eyes boring into her back and it was extremely annoying. The last thing she needed to do right now was ruffle his feathers anymore. He may need her too much to fire her for a little insubordination, but he wasn't above making working life difficult for the people that worked under him. Thinking about it now, he had to have a family member in regional management or something to keep his job. The waving of a twenty dollar bill under her nose stopped her. She really did need the money, sadly enough.

"My name is Leigh," She informed him leaning in closer, and dropping her voice in a conspiratorial way. "As for any scars I happen to have, I could tell you, but then I'd be duty bound to kill you." She finished with a wolfish grin and a sinister gleam in her eye. Dierdre would be proud of her she was certain. "Do, I get my twenty bucks now?" She asked holding out the hand with the scar in question.

She saw it then. Something out of place, an unattended briefcase. It stole the smile from her face, and she straightened, "Keep your money," She murmured, walking towards the briefcase in an attempt to get a better look at it without frightening anyone. After all, she could just be over reacting, and that was the most likely really. As she passed by the briefcase on her way back to the counter for her next order however, she felt her hopes fail. If she hadn't made so many of the things for Dierdre to use in the field, she never would have recognized the set up, but she had, and she did. Her worst fears were realized, the briefcase was a bomb. It wasn't a timed bomb, all indications pointed to remote activated, and she glanced about casually for anyone that looked suspicious.. Forcing a smile back on to her face, she moved with speed and purpose to her manager.

"Was there by chance a bomb threat that you didn't bother to tell me about?" She hissed in a whisper. Nathaniel paled. "Figured it was nothing to worry about huh? Just some lark? You twit. Call the police, be quite and discreet about it. It's remotely detonated other than that I can't tell much, I don't want to go splat." With that, she grabbed up the plate of donuts and black coffee and brought it by to the table marked on the check. She needed to find a way to get people out of here safely, but with a remote detonator the person had to be close, and they would see if there any indication that something was wrong. That was usually a bad thing in a situation like this. So it was that after she'd delivered the plate and cup in her hands, she headed back behind the counter, she needed to set a fire.