My first thought when I saw Michael Westen was fear. Though there is nothing particularly scary about him, there was something in the way he carried himself that told me this was not a man to be messed with. The two people behind him put off the same vibe.
The woman was small, almost fragile, But the ease with which she drew and held her gun led me to believe that if someone dared to call her fragile, they wouldn't be breathing to say sorry. I concluded that she must be Michael's girlfriend, Fiona.
The other man was younger than Michael. But he was strong. I could see the museles under his shirt. I didn't think this was Sam, but if he wasn't, then who the hell was he?
"How do you know me?" Michael demanded of Auggie. I stepped in front of him, shielding him with my body out of instinct.
"Hello, Mr. Westen. My name is Annie Walker, and this is August Anderson. We are with the CIA, is there somewhere we can talk?" I asked, extending my hand. Michael sighed and lowered his gun, but did not reach for my hand. Slowly I lowered it. After a moment's hesitation Fiona and the other man did holstered their guns as well.
"Jesse, you and Fi make sure Sam is okay. Tell him I will be in in a minute." Michael nodded to the man. Jesse. Jesse nodded and went up the rusted metal stairs. Fiona frowned and rolled her eyes, but followed him.
"Talk." He ordered. I was momentarily flustered. The harshness in his voice had not been there just seconds ago when he was talking to his friends.
"Um, the Agency would like your help..." I stumbled over my words.
"The CIA needs your help. Can we come in?" Auggie asked.
My first thought when I saw Annie Walker was familiarity. I had seen enough newbie CIA agents that I didn't bother questioning her identity. It would also explain how they knew me, though people I didn't know, knowing me was becoming somewhat of a common thing in Miami.
August was another story. My first reaction to him was again familiarity, but not for the same reason. He had an air of experiance about him, like he had done enough field work to know the rules and regulations, and to know that they didn't help you when you need to make a split decision. There was something about his face, that kept nagging at me though, that and the way he said 'nice to see you again' as if he had met me before. It threw me off.
August kept waving that green laser around and it was getting on my nerves.
"Do you mind?" I snapped, instead of answering his question.
"Not at all." He smiled and continued to stare off into space. It was then that I realized he was blind.
"Sorry, I didn't know that you were... Sorry. Follow me." I apologized waking up the stairs. I pushed open the door and was bombarded with questions.
"So who are they and what do they want?" Asked Jesse.
"Did you shoot them? Can I shoot them? " Fiona demanded, eating a yogurt.
"Are you really gonna work with the CIA? Oh, this is my client James. He needs..." Sam trailed off as the pair came in behind me, Annie's arm laced through August's.
A/N- Sorry this is so short compared to the last one. I will try to make the next one longer.