Re: The Mission: Crawford and Rook (and open?)
Damnit.
There was a very good chance she was being played here - and if she was to what degree she was being played. Throwing out that line about her teammates threw her a bit off her mental balance. Which she was sure it was meant to do, but she couldn't ignore it outright.
So. Yes. Damnit.
"Next time." She snarled at Crawford, as she checked the number of bullets that she had left in her gun. She peered around the corner of the table and took aim at a bottle of wine, shattering it with a bullet. It was childish, it was stupid, but she hoped it got all over his shirt and his pants.
If she couldn't hit him, maybe at least she could do some damage to his clothes.
Because now that he had mentioned it, she was going to have to go and try and find her teammates and ensure they were all right.