07:57 pm.
Around the Bloomburg Austerity Bank building, a particularly salty and bitter-looking Agent leaning against a rather sexy, silver corvette, scowled. The toothpick pinched between her thick, red lips twitched as her mouth twisted.
'What's taking so goddamn long? Is this really the time to be taking their sweet time?' she thought, her glowing, lilac eyes contrasted magnificently against her dark skin, narrowing.
She pushed a slender hand into her curly black hair built like an afro, and scratched her scalp furiously like she always did when she felt a surge of strong emotion.
Earlier, as the highest-ranking Agent on the scene, she had given a recommendation to the Bureau higher ups about how to deal with the situation here based on a few observations she and her fellow Agents had made.
It was indeed likely that the Restrictions Half Side had imposed on the building, the one disrupting entry in particular, did not apply to ordinary objects and non-Fint Users.
