romy.

truthfully, nadia wasn’t surprised by the ominous turn of events. simply protecting and gathering intel for a wealthy man seemed to good to be true—there were easy missions, and then there were too easy. the latter always seemed to derail at some point, the illusion of security shattered just when you thought things were going smoothly. 

still, she didn’t like it one bit.

because they’d been kept in the dark, picking through threads of conversation and searching through rooms for anything that could point towards a threat on mcgee ( or them ), nadia had no real idea of who or what had put them in danger. had them compromised. idle gossip was not enough to go off on; the CEO claiming mcgee stole his investors could have been concealing an ulterior motive just as easily as mcgee’s most trusted business partner. or, perhaps, there was something far more worse at work than a client’s paranoia and suspicion. 

when she spotted a shock of red hair at a table, she took a seat next to agent 98, charming smile still in place. good. she needed to check on romy after the chilling message relayed over comm. she needed to know someone was okay. “catherine! i was just talking to your father. so nice to see you again, i didn’t know if i’d get the chance to catch up with all these people!” she nodded slightly towards the exit. “join me outside, would you? i could really use a change of scenery.”

romy spotted movement near her and turned her attention to a familiar face and smiled brighter than she ever had recently. catherine loved getting attention, and she made sure to make her interactions as showy as possible. the recent turn of events worried her, but catherine had and should remain unfazed. still, when the comms went down, a sense of dread filled in the pit of her stomach. “mrs. asadi, I didn’t know you would be here, how are you?” she beamed, “oh, of course!” she rose from her seat and set the glass on the table.

there had been few moments of repos as she worked the room until now, where she settled at one of the tables with a new glass-- though filled with water rather than alcoholic beverages. if she’d not been on a mission, she likely would have been nursing a glass of wine. though, of course, this was not the case. she settled back into her seat, looking over her glass of water as she took a sip while studying the room.

“Well, this takes me back.” Clara began, getting into character — May Rogers; only child, freelance photographer that hasn’t gotten her big break yet, college dropout. It was good enough, right? “Last time I worked at an hotel we had rats instead of…” the girl looked at a weird statue, part of the decoration, “whatever that is.” Not that it was a complete lie; Clara did have to take odd jobs here and there and working at a run down hotel had been one of them. The best lies are the ones that have some truth to them, right?

“rats?” her voice pitched in disgust. rats were not something that catherine hughes had ever encountered and, had she, she would not have remained in such an unsanitary hotel. “this must be a step forward for you.” catherine made sure to remain still and away from the other agent, clearly repelled by the fact that the woman had worked in such filth and was now working here. 

Clara’s attention was fully set on the redhead before her. She didn’t know much about Agent 98, other than they were one of the youngest agents — just like she was. Appearances could be deceiving, though; at least in Clara’s case, she felt at least twenty years older than she looked. Whether it was the nuns rubbing off on her or the fact that death seemed to follow where she went, Agent Fifty-Three couldn’t seem to pinpoint the reason why her body felt so heavy every time she got up at five in the morning. Or maybe it was just because she stayed up late, playing games on the phone that UMBRA had given her; perhaps it was against the rules to download them but the agency didn’t seem to care so neither did Clara.

“Is that a challenge, Ninety-Eight?” The brunette questioned, standing up and dusting herself off, keeping her attention on the redhead.

“did I make it sound like anything less?” she cocked her head to the side, then made her way to reach the other agent. of course, throwing cupcakes into a bin wasn’t her idea of friendly competition --it mostly consisted of an actual sport-- but she was interested in having some semblance of fun, even if it required touching less than gourmet cupcakes.

Emilia was working out by herself when she heard someone enter the gym, turning her head to face the person as soon as she heard them approach, never liking to have her back turned to someone if she didn’t know who it was. “Listen, I really wanted to be alone, but if you answer me this riddle you can stay.” She didn’t even wait for the other person’s reply as she quickly thought of one of her favorite riddles, fastening her boxing gloves as she did.

“I have many feathers to help me fly I have a body and head, yet I’m not alive It is your strength which determines how far I go You can hold me in your hand but I’m never thrown. What am I?”

"an arrow.” romy answered, unfazed and, if she were honest, irritated. had the other agent ever worked out at an actual, public gym, she likely would have received the same look that said ‘are you fucking serious’ that she was giving her, but ten fold. “of course, had I known this was a bridge rather than gym, I’d have better prepared myself for the troll’s riddles.” she pulled on her ponytail to tighten it, and raised an eyebrow. if it had been any other day, romy would have done her best to be polite about the situation, but she simply wasn’t feeling it today.

Her entire life had been eat or be eaten so when she leaned on her knees to rummage through a pantry in the kitchen, she didn’t think much of it. Robin had money, there was no need for her current actions but she had spent twenty-three years fending for herself. It was a hard habit to kick. Besides, she was on a timeout after leaving the grounds to enter a street race without permission. She couldn’t go grocery shopping even if she wanted to. So she raided the kitchen for anything that would work as a snack, none that could compete with her plethora of favourites that had run out, but it would do.

entering the kitchens to make herself a light --and for romy, light was more like an actual meal-- snack, the redhead had anticipated no scene of the kind she was faced with now. she stilled at the entrance of the kitchen, careful not to catch her breath but also careful not to make too much noise while she watched the other agent rummage through the pantries. “all of that will kill you, you know.” she finally commented, a smile dancing on her lips before she moved deeper into the kitchen. “I am just about to make myself a snack, though, so if you’d like something with more sustenance, feel free to stick around, yeah? there’ll be plenty to share.”

Not many people liked to spend their free time doing the exact same thing as they did for their job. Then again, not many people were Arif Day. Arif was… unique. He finished up his latest hacking mission for UMBRA, but he stayed in his area of the tech center. And it was his area. No girls allowed. No boys allowed. Nobody except Arif allowed. (Not that anybody followed those rules, which were clearly stated in sharpie on the piece of paper taped to the door.) Arif had been in his office for… He had to look at the clock, then at the calendar. About two days now? Things were kinda hectic after the vice-director thing. There was a lot of news to cover up and people to look into. Arif had finished the work he was required to do, but now he had moved onto his recreational hacking. That is, until someone walked in. “So…” Arif said dramatically, spinning slowly in his chair to face the person. He steepled his fingers in his lap. “What brings you to my domain?”

“I was coming to check what that smell was. how long have you been here?” while romy wasn’t terrible with computers, she certainly didn’t spend her free time with them either. however, she’d just finished a project she’d had to work on and decided to take a look around while she was here. she kept a hand on the side of the door as she took in the room, which wasn’t much more to look at than the rest of the tech centre.

Shit. “Okay, there’s, hum –” Clara’s eyebrows furrowed in confused, a sheepish smile on her lips.  “– there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for this. I promise.” The young agent said as she noticed she wasn’t quite as alone as she thought she was. Maybe, just maybe, Clara underestimated just how weird seeing someone throwing burnt cupcakes into a trash can from a distance can seem like, to a mind that didn’t have the full backstory. “I tried to bake some cupcakes, I burnt them and I thought –” the brunette started to say as she stood up, putting the half full tray on the floor. “– hey, why not train my aim with this batch? See I told you there was a good explanation.” Clara finished, dusting her hands.

romy had been on a reading sprint, moving through two books in only a few hours without letting much ability for her body to tell her she was hungry until she’d finished her second book with a hunger that bordered on starvation --or at least, a hunger that she thought was starvation. a new book in hand, romy entered the kitchen right as... something flew in the air before her. she considered turning around and leaving the other agent be, but her stomach protested loudly; and protested the fact that she couldn’t get to the fridge with the flying cupcakes in her way. she’d resulted to clearing her throat, which got the other’s attention. she rose her eyebrow to prompt this ‘reasonable explanation'.

“well, if you wanted to practice your aim, there’s much more motivation in a little bit of competition.” she challenged and walked across the room, setting down her book on the counter.

hello beauties! I’ve already posted my personal intro in the discord, but if you aren’t there, I’m mel, a twenty year old canadian history major with a penchant for the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. if you’d like to plot with my darling girl, you can find me on discord or feel free to IM me or like this and I’ll come to you myself.

alias : agent 98

civilan name : helena rosemary “romy” huffmann

d . o . b . / age : may 19 ,1994 / twenty-three

birthplace : munich, germany