The jet roared toward down town manhattan. The city was half destroyed. Under development due to the three major invasions. He leaned on the wall looking at the tall woman. "I really love this look." He took off his gloves to hold her hand. He wanted to feel her skin on skin. Not in such a creepy way but since his senses were heightened more so than most people Touching her skin felt like soft warm silk in a cold winter night.
The jet ramp opened letting them out. He slipped back on his gloves. "I have been keeping a track on someone. A Local contractor and his son were kidnapped. The NYPD has been bought and paid for...well some officers. Director rogers wants evidence of it. She can't move in with the FBI if she doesn't have it." He looked at the tall red head. "always good to have a VERY powerful woman to back you. Don't you agree?"