Jennings leaves the workshop, tucking the key into his pocket. He passes the Medbay, the BLU Heavy is under the spotlight.
Anyone with any real motivation would have come up with something by now. Perhaps the BLUs were more clever than he gave them credit. It is hard to tell, most of them have scattered in a panic, but Jennings has to hand it to them: they are good at distracting the local law enforcement. He is searching for someone far more intriguing.
He finds the Sniper behind the base with the vehicles, hard at work on the motor of a sleek Triumph Bonneville motorbike, all jet black and shining chrome. She picks up a smaller wrench, wipes a bead of sweat from her brow.
“I hope I’m not interrupting you,” Jennings says. He recognizes her in an instant, the photo in the case file. “Olivia Slander.”
Olivia freezes at the drop of her name. Her grip on the wrench tightens instinctively. In the reflective chrome, Olivia sums up a sleek man in a green jacket. She loosens her grip but doesn’t turn off her instinct. The wrench only rests in an upside down fist that could easily break a jaw if swung upwards.
“Only a little,” she says.
She rises and turns to face her addressor, gathering herself together in hopes that her height and “joi de vivre” would prove imposing.
“You aren’t stationed at this facility, how do you know my name?”
“Stationed? Surely you mean employed,” he replies. She strikes a formidable figure, slender and strong, tall enough to look him square in the eyes.
“Special agent Jennings, FBI.” He flashes his badge. “This site has become a subject of national interest, and so have the people working here. As I understand it, you have arrived recently. Where were you previously employed? You seem to know a great deal about…machines.”
Olivia takes a deep breath.
“I arrived in America early this year on politcal asylum. I was promised a job here by a man named Saxton hale, based on my military history. I am stationed at Teufort as a look out for Mr. Hale’s property and by extension the safety and wellbeing of everyone in the neighboring town.“ She reveals.
“And yes, I know a thing or two about machines.” She says grinning slyly and looking at her motorcycle.
“Interesting,” Jennings sneers, “and unusual to find a foreign woman with a military record. And I wouldn’t find anything incriminating if I were to give a call to the Immigration Bureau?” He raises a brow.
She says nothing. An explosion booms behind them, black smoke billows from the base across the bridge. A commotion can be heard from inside BLU base. Jennings peeks around the corner and sees a crowd forming, the two idiotic county cops making their way across.
“I’ll skip the formalities, Slander, you’re clean,” the Agent says quickly. “All the same, I wouldn’t try to run.”
“Running would be abandoning my duties, officer” Olivia said, returning to her motorcycle, ”Mr Hale…or at least Reddy…expressed concern over losing Teufort.”