RP: Savannah, Hetty Who: Savannah, Hetty Where: the base When: afternoon, March 5, 2011 Summary: Savannah has her own mission while the boys are out
Savannah had done more than she probably should have today. From the moment, they had left, she had worried. She didn't like not knowing, but she liked even less the fact that she was here and they were somewhere, and she wasn't with them. So she trained, shot things, ran, and she was starting to see why they all seemed to do plenty of exercise when stressed, not that it would get them out of talking to her about what was going on with Sam. That was just postponed.
When exercise wasn't enough, she went to the basement and started working on her powers. When even that became too tiring, she compiled all the emails and walked to Hetty's office. And yes, hell hadn't frozen over, she was still a Baptist, and pigs hadn't learned to fly.
"Hi, I got what you needed. I know you said a couple of days but with everything going on, the emails didn't go out until Tuesday and I just got the final email this morning." She put the laptop on Hetty's desk. "I didn't know if you wanted me to print them out."