“What the hell, Marasco. You want me to go on a sabatoge mission with her?!? She will get us both killed. You should know by now I work alone on these types of missions.” Medea yelled after getting her orders knowing she won’t win but she had to say it anyways. “If i wanted to do her approach i’d just call in a hungry pack of rockhounds and be done with it. I will not be Tree bitches baby-sitter.”
She walked out of the breifing mood in an extremely pissed off mood, not noticing Johanna standing nearby.