Cam and Open
The last few days had been a whirlwind of processing. One minute they Chicago, the next... well somewhere other than Chicago. The nice men in the vans hadn't exactly explained much except that they had a choice. Wraiths or prison. Sure, that sounded like a real choice to Cam. At least the cage designated as Wraiths meant she and Jag could stick together.
They ended up seperated. She couldn't quite figure out where Jag was, at the moment, but their bond would supply that soon enough. They'd either set them together or Cam would rain down hell on them. Oh, she was under no such illusion that it would be without costs... but the pair needed each other. They survived that way. If they wanted operative that could function at maximum efficiency, it was in their best interest to keep the pair together and happy. They didn't deal well when without their other half.
Cam only came to this part as a way of assessing her surroundings. Handlers and agents were supposed to be here. It was better to see how these people matched up in person as much online where a separation of screen and face allowed people a certain amount of anonymity, in a manner of speaking. She decided to lean against a wall in the front of the room where she could see the coming and goings of everyone.
Come on Jag... where are you... She tried reaching out in her mind to touch the link they shared. She could feel him trying to reach out, as if he were brushing her shoulder. A small smile formed on her lips, but she could vaguely hear someone talking to her.
"Huh? I'm sorry, did you say something?" She said as she tried to bring herself back to the moment. Jag was alive, and mostly well from what she could tell. It would have to be enough for now.