"You let your emotions get in the way."
"You compromised our mission all for a PRETTY FACE and some FAKE TEARS!!" Maggie Walsh shrieked at the top of her lungs. The muscular soldiers all around her flinched, such was the rage of their seemingly weak boss, but appearances are deceiving and the petite woman before them was far more vicious than she seemed.
Graham kept his face closed to all emotions but if you were to look closely you would see his shaking hands and the tic that was beating in his cheek. He was aware as to how thoroughly he had messed up and he knew that the repercussions to his actions would not be pleasant. Not if Ms. Walsh had anything to do with it.
She circled the chair he sat on as she spoke, flexing her fists as if trying to stop herself from hitting the idiotic young man in front of her. She stopped behind him and placed a hand on either of his shoulders. Leaning down she whispered in his ear "Now what are we going to do to solve this little dilemma you've caused, hmmm?"
Her voice was far too calm for his liking, she was up to something, it was obvious. "I don't know ma'am."
"Perhaps…" she trailed off and switched to whisper in his other ear. "Perhaps it's time you learned to be a true soldier. You need to realise that it's the mission that is important, nothing else, not family, friends, morals. Nothing. You need to show us where your loyalty lies soldier."
She straightened up and continued to speak as she walked out of the room. "At the end of the day, it's us against them. Choose your side. They're just animals Graham, nothing more. The sooner you realise that the better – for your career and your safety."
Joyce looked up and found her little girl, her tears rolled freely down her face as she stared in wonder at how beautiful her child was.
Brody's eyes widened in alarm. Why was Joyce staring at her so peculiarly? "Mrs. Summers?" she ventured softly "Are you okay?"
"My baby" Joyce whispered.
"What?" Brody replied with a frown.
"Don't you know?" Joyce asked, shaking her head in amazement "Can't you feel it?"
"Mom, what are you talking about?" Buffy intercepted worriedly.
"Yeah, Mum, did you just flip your lid?" Spike added, anxiety etched across his chiselled face.
"Know what? Feel what?" Brody inquired, ignoring the others and addressing Joyce.
"That you're my daughter." Joyce murmured.