Sgt. Cassandra Carlton "Cassie" Cage (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cassiefuckingcage) wrote2015-06-13 10:56 pm
cassiefuckingcage) wrote2015-06-13 10:56 pm
Post-Exit
From the Bar to the armory to Group HQ is about a five minute walk at a regular pace. Cassie makes it there in three, with a fat dossier full of notes, pictures, and other intel cradled underneath her arm.
"I need to see General Blade. I have urgent information for her. And before you stop to tell me whatever it is she's doing right now, it is at least a thousand times more important than that."
The guard at the door crosses his arms. "If you've got new intel, you can take it up with -"
"No. The General needs to hear this herself."
He scowls.
"Look, Gomez," Cassie says. "You know how it is. If I'm wrong, it's my ass, not yours. Just let me in, alright?"
He shrugs. "Suit yourself, Cage."
"I need to see General Blade. I have urgent information for her. And before you stop to tell me whatever it is she's doing right now, it is at least a thousand times more important than that."
The guard at the door crosses his arms. "If you've got new intel, you can take it up with -"
"No. The General needs to hear this herself."
He scowls.
"Look, Gomez," Cassie says. "You know how it is. If I'm wrong, it's my ass, not yours. Just let me in, alright?"
He shrugs. "Suit yourself, Cage."