She sat in that same leather chair, now feeling quite apart of it. It had been an hour since she last moved. Gibbons talked most of that hour and all she could do was sit and nod, wondering what the hell that she'd gotten herself into.
When the lights finally flickered on, her eyes seemed to burn and ache. Looking at a white screen among a room almost completely black, was not the best for her eyes. Siting up slightly, she let her eyes follow Gibbons back to his seat where he didn't sit, but pulled out a file folder that wasn't labeled. It looked half burnt. Opening it with ease he pulled out a paper and a photo, then slid it across the desk to her.
"Take a look at this." Was all he said. Her eyes drifted down to what lay before her. It was an insanely bright white piece of paper, that had too many lines, and enough information to put the Library of congress to shame. But the picture however is what caught her eyes, making them automatically widen in response to what they were beholding.
It was Xander Cage! So, no wonder why he seemed so out of place. She mused lazily. His tattoos were the thing that distinguished him from the rest of her father's gorillas. She then looked at the paper. The thick black lines blaring up at her.
It listed almost everything there was to know about this guy. Where he went to high school, his criminal record, his taxes, his jobs, even his personal life. Her eyes defied her, and lingered on the information. He had had too many relationships, mostly with women much like himself. Shaking her head, and telling herself to move on, she looked at his only other mission. Anarchy 99.
Part two of the mission. She thought studying the summary. It also talked about another person helping him with the case, a woman, Yelena. She was directly involved. It was now that Desiree chose to look up, and finally meet Gibbons's eyes. "So what about," She paused to look down at the name again. "Yelena. She should know something right?" She asked casually, sitting back, while with a smooth movement of her hand, sliding the file folder back towards him. Which he stopped just as smoothly with his finger tips, not looking at it.
"That's slightly off the subject at hand. But," He sighed, finally retiring to his chair. "I have yet to call her. I intend on flying out and meeting her for some light questioning." Des nodded, "Is this all I need to know?" She asked. Gibbons shook his head.
"Rookie, your night with us in this humble warehouse is just beginning. We've got a lot to do, and you've got a lot to learn." He stood and walked out the office forcing Desiree to follow him.