Nordic woke up the next morning, sunlight was streaming in and dancing across the floor. She rolled out her shoulders, feeling every muscle. She was tense, far too tense. She reached behind her neck and pulled the coffee shop shirt off her body and flung it on the bed. Nordic took her hands and felt where the owl had gotten her last night. The scratches were gone, thank goodness.
She could hear the people downstairs, milling about, talking , drinking coffee. Oliver wouldn't be up until later, she had plenty of time to do the things she needed to do. Go downstairs and hack his laptop, check her email, go out and possibly get some clothes from the rescue mission. She gathered her clothes from yesterday and went to the bathroom to wet her hair.
After sticking her head under the faucet and letting ice cold water run over the back of her head she took her fingers and ran them through her unruly mane. She put on her clothes from yesterday and went downstairs.
Bypassing the barista station she made a beeline for her uncles office. Eve looked up from what she was doing, clearly startled. Nordic gave a little wave and disappeared into the office. She liked Eve, she seemed like a person who knew who she was and what she was doing in life. Good for her.
She opened Oliver's laptop and turned it on. It was password protected. She typed in w-I-d-I-g-e-t it was the name of her grandmothers American Eskimo dog. Yea Uncle, no one would get that...except Me. But maybe he had intended it. He was rather devious. She got onto Yahoo and opened her email. There were a few messages there, mostly from shops and franchises she had been foolish enough to give her email to and promptly deleted them. God Damn leaches, just trying to suck away her non-existent funds. Jerks!
There was an email marked important, it was from Charlie. Subject title Roses are Red. Oh no. She opened it.
Nordic,
Please come have lunch with me and Cc in the punch bowl. Bring a friend. Lunch is at 2:15
See you there
BC.
Hopefully the security they had here wouldn't flag this as important and dismiss it as inconsequential and not look twice at it. But it was... Oh it WAS...they Needed to get out. She had two days, which meant she and Oliver had to leave tonight.
She hit the reply and typed
BC,
Thanks for the invite, everything is good here under the sky. There are a few roadblocks but I'm sure its not going to be a problem. See you there with –
SN
This was really bad, her brother didn't email her often. And he she a Hell didn't iniciate a red guard summit, that was usually Luke or Maria. They wern't what she was in fact only her and her brother were the only shifters in the Guard on the continent, then again there wern't very many members of the guard. Whatever, this was important. How was she going to get her uncle out of this giant ant trap and into New Orleans. She logged out and cleared her history.
Damn, damn, damn, how am I gonna pull this off... well they could always walk out.
