Read the beginning of Brann's story in "Fire and Deception" and "Out In The Cold".
Mature Warning: Some scenes may contain graphic violence and sexual themes.
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First Class
Brann stepped into the lobby at gate 5, the security checks done. He hadn't liked leaving his weapon behind but he also didn't want to get tossed into a holding cell until things could be cleared up. He looked around for Layla, she was hard to miss standing there in that haughty way. She had said be early, five minutes was still early in his book. Brann totally shoved aside any thoughts that he had delayed on purpose. She was the one who had his new identity delivered the night before they left. If he wasn't running on her schedule it was completely her fault. Layla was lost in thought. She had been asked to confirm the identity of one of the men under her supervision in The Company. She sent him on a mission, as she was instructed by her own superiors. He had come back from the mission, though not as expected. She needed to view his body to make the final confirmation. Like she had always done in The Company, she did as she was told. She stood staring off, coming to terms with the gravity of the situation. It was her fault. She ordered him to go. He trusted her, just as she trusted those above her, and just like she trusted him. He was more to her than just a simple subordinate. She had made the mistake of growing too close to him. She silently vowed to never let that happen again. He moved closer wondering if she had even noticed him or for that matter cared that he had arrived. He did wear the one good suit he had. Another two hours of prep work on it so as "not to embarrass" the diva with his shabby appearance. It was obvious that he wasn't the only one noticing her, Brann's eyes had caught several husbands looking. He turned away from the lobby to look out the plate glass window, while he rolled his eyes. "Early, just like you ask"ordered." He used the corners of his eyes to gauge her reaction to him, and said nothing about a late night phone call. She didn't care what he was wearing. She didn't even notice the time, but she didn't want him to know that. Layla casually glanced at a large clock on one of the airport walls. She said tersely, "No, you're late." She didn't move from her uptight stance, wearing similar business conservative attire as he had initially seen from her. Her black blazer was buttoned, only revealing a small amount of her light blue blouse. Her long black pants almost hid her nude heels. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. Like most nights, she wasn't wearing makeup, though she had a secret reason for her healthy natural glow.
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First Class
Brann stepped into the lobby at gate 5, the security checks done. He hadn't liked leaving his weapon behind but he also didn't want to get tossed into a holding cell until things could be cleared up. He looked around for Layla, she was hard to miss standing there in that haughty way. She had said be early, five minutes was still early in his book. Brann totally shoved aside any thoughts that he had delayed on purpose. She was the one who had his new identity delivered the night before they left. If he wasn't running on her schedule it was completely her fault. Layla was lost in thought. She had been asked to confirm the identity of one of the men under her supervision in The Company. She sent him on a mission, as she was instructed by her own superiors. He had come back from the mission, though not as expected. She needed to view his body to make the final confirmation. Like she had always done in The Company, she did as she was told. She stood staring off, coming to terms with the gravity of the situation. It was her fault. She ordered him to go. He trusted her, just as she trusted those above her, and just like she trusted him. He was more to her than just a simple subordinate. She had made the mistake of growing too close to him. She silently vowed to never let that happen again. He moved closer wondering if she had even noticed him or for that matter cared that he had arrived. He did wear the one good suit he had. Another two hours of prep work on it so as "not to embarrass" the diva with his shabby appearance. It was obvious that he wasn't the only one noticing her, Brann's eyes had caught several husbands looking. He turned away from the lobby to look out the plate glass window, while he rolled his eyes. "Early, just like you ask"ordered." He used the corners of his eyes to gauge her reaction to him, and said nothing about a late night phone call. She didn't care what he was wearing. She didn't even notice the time, but she didn't want him to know that. Layla casually glanced at a large clock on one of the airport walls. She said tersely, "No, you're late." She didn't move from her uptight stance, wearing similar business conservative attire as he had initially seen from her. Her black blazer was buttoned, only revealing a small amount of her light blue blouse. Her long black pants almost hid her nude heels. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. Like most nights, she wasn't wearing makeup, though she had a secret reason for her healthy natural glow.