"...In this moment, everything is born again..." She has Duran Duran stuck in her head as she arrives at the address Josh gave her in the rental Toyota that handles nothing like her Mazda. Damn the wrong song for always playing on the radio.
Brittany looks a lot different than the last time they met. Gone is the extremely professional-looking black suit she tended to wear as a CTU agent. Now she's wearing pants with a turtleneck under a V-neck sweater, her hair put down for once. She looks like a different woman, except for her eyes, which seem to give it all away. Optimism mixed with disappointment, both of them warring for control.
"Hey," she says, trying to be relaxed and not let on that she's still grappling with what she's done. "Could it be any colder in this damn state?"
Josh startles a bit as she steps in through the door. He's bent over the heating unit, and clad in about four layers--including two different overcoats. "Fuck no," he offers in return. He widgets a nob, and then steps back and gives the heater a solid kick. A few seconds later it starts thumping on.
"It's charming - in a functional sort of way." She nods. "Got the earliest flight I could. Figured, what the hell. My ex has already called me completely confused, I'm in the middle of nowhere, and the rental car handles like a go-kart, so I figure, par for the course." She holds out a copy of her service file. "Signed, sealed and delivered."
Josh rubs his hands together and then sticks them above the heater. He takes a quick moment to look around. "Yeah, it's kind of bare right now. It'll look better once we get some campaign posters." Pause. "And desks." He listens, and then once she holds out the file, he moves, all quick, and takes it.
"Cool." And he proceeds to open it and read it. "I don't really know what you're going to do yet."
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Brittany looks a lot different than the last time they met. Gone is the extremely professional-looking black suit she tended to wear as a CTU agent. Now she's wearing pants with a turtleneck under a V-neck sweater, her hair put down for once. She looks like a different woman, except for her eyes, which seem to give it all away. Optimism mixed with disappointment, both of them warring for control.
"Hey," she says, trying to be relaxed and not let on that she's still grappling with what she's done. "Could it be any colder in this damn state?"
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"Welcome to headquarters."
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"Cool." And he proceeds to open it and read it. "I don't really know what you're going to do yet."
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