Snippet #2369546

Kat walked carefully to the room where she had been told her boss was. Two rebels had stared at her uneasily for a few moments before pointing her in the right direction but where else was she meant to put this bag? Boss had told her what to get, not where she was meant to deliver it so she assumed it would go to him and then wherever he chose after that. This place was a genius idea really, everything was salvaged or made by the rebels and it felt safe.

She passed Drew as he was heading who knows where and she nodded a greeting to him. She would have waved but her hands were full and she was too tired to really hold any sort of conversation with the guy. It had been a week since she had left the rebel headquarters, and to her it felt like eternity. Kat knocked a few times at the entrance before walking in and placing the large duffel bag on the table in front of her boss.

"The warehouse was where you said it would be boss. Not too heavily guarded, and pretty hidden but I found it. No one would have thought to look in that place for medicine but eh." There was a tense and emotional tinge to the air that Kat hadn't noticed until she walked in and suddenly she felt awkward. Her boss was sitting with his head down and the other guy, Connor was his name that's right, had his hand on the leaders shoulder. Way to go idiot, just barge right in like you belong here. Kat scolded herself before remembering her job. "This bag has a variety of different medicines, all I could carry while still being able to travel. Hope it comes in good use. There were crates of weapons there as well, I don't think they will be able to move it very soon so if you wanted I could make another trip there and see what I can take; they will probably have way more guards there though."

She had been wiping at the ink on her arms while speaking. A few weeks ago Kat had run out of henna ink and so was relying on temporary face paint. Not the best solution and she was impressed it lasted for a week, though it had started to peel off quite a bit. "Damn I could use some scotch." she muttered as the cloth swiped over a cut on her upper arm. So she hadn't been totally undetected; not like they could trace her here she'd been to careful for that. "What's the next job you got for me?"