Snippet #1335402

Red stood moodily by the window of the mission room, indifferently watching as Jax Reaper escaped. She'd already been in here - attempting to hack satellite signals using the mainframe in here. And now there were sirens going off, people yelling, chaos rampant. She rolled her eyes. This was supposed to be a highly ordered operation, and here they all were, panicking because one agent had run off. She didn't see what all the fuss was. They'd catch him. Carnage always got their man.

She kept her back to the agents who were all filing into the room, confused and looking for direction. She wasn't confused at all. It was obvious what had happened. Jax Reaper had been feeling controlled by Carnage, which wasn't all together unreasonable actually, and had decided to run off. What to do next? Well that was obvious too. Go after him of course. Only a few needed be sent though - it was just one assasisin after all. However, if they wanted him to captured, Red would be a part of the few. She hoped they were inteligent enough to know that she would be an assest to this mission. Jax was a young assassin, but not a stupid one. Besides, most of these assassins were all guns and knives. Somebody had to be the voice of reason amongst the bloodlust. Somebody had to have their senses during the senseless killing. Somebody had to be the brains to all this brawn.

And that somebody was Red. Or at least, it better be.