Seventeen minutes after the phone call, the front door is swung wide open. With Katherine's eyes a-glow with mischief. Though she realizes as she looks into Estelle's, there's no recognition. It's still a gut punch, maybe it'll get easier next time.
There is, however, a rake of eyes across her figure, a newly born lust in her eyes. "Well, hello." She growls through a puff of menthol smoke.
"Hello Estelle," Katherine says, "I'm Katherine, everytime I die, I wake up to kill some police officers with Eleanora, then I come here, and we call you because you were a part of us. It made me extremely happy, so I try to do that part every time. Also last time I got your apartment blown up so you moved in."
She stops and thinks breathing heavily as she gets up and leaves to go get wine in the kitchen talking over her shoulder as she moves. "Though it was actually rather hot? Because you came in with all these bullet holes and then I pulled them out, but to pull them out required slowly undressing. It just got more flirty and intimate as it went on. I'm kind of sad that won't happen this time, but maybe something cooler will."
Pouring herself a glass of wine from Eleanora's stocks, "I drink all the wine in a week," She apologizes to Eleanora, before turning back to Estelle "Anyways. Yeah, I desperately need you in my life to be happy. It's very unfortunate, as I drive you insane with teasing. Well unfortunate for you, I have a lot of fun."
"So is that permission to hold you against a wall?" Estelle smirks, striding in to the house as Eleanora watches her with a keen eye.
"If you can catch me, but currently you've always been too slow." Katherine says biting her bottom lip, "I tend to get behind a door or wall just in the nick of time."
Estelle hums to herself, continuing to get closer, "Sounds like poor planning on my end." Her voice is so deliciously smoky as she's nearly upon Katherine.
Katherine darts towards the back door with a gleeful giggle, hopping over the kitchen island, pealing away as fast as she can trying to get the door shut in her face before she gets to her. Instead her eyes going wide as it clothes on an arm that snakes out and grabs her, only causing more nervous excited giggles. "Oh no," Katherine said as she was yanked in, "You caught me."
"Mhmm," Estelle growls, pushing Katherine down as she sinks overtop her, attraction instantly back in her black eyes, as if this was all she needed. With a nervous giggle, Katherine bites Estelle on the neck first before she can, hard enough to draw just a bit of blood that she licks.
"I'm gonna–" The vampire hisses down, interrupted by Katherine.
"I know." Katherine says happily with a smile, "Maybe stop before I actually die though."
"Elle ne sera pas seule." She won't be alone. Eleanora leans in the doorway, "First taste is mine, oui?" She's looking at Katherine with hunger, black streaks starting to slip into her eyes, fangs showing clearly as her smile grows.
"Oui, but it's best when you do it together." She admits happily that things were coming back to what she remembered at least slightly, "Salty and sweet. Ice and fire."
Eleanora moves behind Katherine, gently prodding Estelle to let her sit instead of being flat to the ground. "Let's get these things off, no?" She starts to unbutton Katherine's shirt, reaching from behind skillfully while Estelle smirks, "Yeah, let's." Pulling off Kat's belt. Every ounce of their attention on her, two hungry hunters toying with prey.
The nervous giggling now reaches a crescendo as she's lifted by Eleanora at one point as Estelle helps slip off her pants. Sitting between the two completely naked, flush and overwhelmingly ecstatic. "I was really worried one of you would find this weird in a bad way." Her eyes are tearing up happily, "I love you both so much."
"Mon amour." Eleanora smiles, looking at Estelle, "Mhmm, no. Mes amours." Catching her black eyes and smiling at her. Estelle freezes slightly at the look. But finds bravery to keep going rapidly, descending into lust while Eleanora lowers against Katherine's neck, starting to nip and lick, finding the perfect spot, the exact same spot as always.
Estelle raises up, hand sinking past Katherine's waist and between her legs as she grins, going to the other side of her neck, "This is gonna hurt, bad this close."
"That's the best part," Katherine whispers, as she jams her hands in both vampires hair forcing them onto her neck. "It always does," She gasps as they connect, her mind overflowing and her eyes rolling back in her head as they drink. Raucous laughter spilling out unbidden as she realizes that even this, the worst case scenario where she shows up sad, angry, and confused, will still start at least, the way she wanted with her two favorite people addicted to her as much as she was to them. Though those thoughts were hard to collect after the first few seconds and the drinking became greedier and deeper.
It stops sooner than last time, Eleanora pulling away, grabbing Estelle's hair and tugging her off in an effort of strength as Katherine shivers, smiling.
"Sorry," She gasps, shaking and trembling, "I forget how much weaker I am today, and how" Another shuddering gasp as the shakes get more intense, "How far into your head I can get." She gasps one more time very light headed and dizzy with an over abundant pleasant coolness to herself, "I think I will pass out if I don't get a bit of blood in me. Don't worry I'm AB positive." She says with another gasp. "Universal receiver. I think that makes me a vampire power bottom."
"I'll care for you, mon soleil." Eleanora stands up while Estelle chuckles, looming back over Katherine. "Just cause you're outta blood, doesn't mean I'm done." Sinking between her legs, hiking both onto her shoulders.
"Oh… No." Katherine says giggling and shaking with joy.
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Hours later, after several transfusions and much torment and fun, Estelle and Eleanora are in their daysleep, leaving a shivering, far too energized Katherine between them when, at exactly ten minutes past sunrise, a knock echoes from the front door.
The knock can't sour her mood, though she tries to seem angry. She walks away on wobbly excited legs with a pure overwhelming joy as she opens the door. Though still holding a gun pointing at the ready as she answers it. Looking at Agent Belltower with a very dreamy facial expression, in spite of his presence rather than because of it.
"I'm less mad about you killing me now." She says with a smile still trembling like a leaf. Then she frowns, "Jesus you look like shit."
Belltower is not the carefully presented image of last Katherine saw him. He's paler, eyebags visible past the edges of his mirrorshades, a cigarette in his mouth and a half-empty freshly bought carton in his pocket, barely visible. "Feeling better already, thanks." He answers.
"Let me get you some coffee," She says, turning her back on him and walking inside. "The only safe chairs are the ones closest to the doorways."
"Yeah." He follows in, sitting on a safe chair, leaning back into it with a sigh, "Like I said, get a rough start." He accepts the coffee, not putting sugars or creamer in it as he immediately starts drinking at the mug-full.
"I start in the throes of a manic episode, which is less fun than it sounds. Very emotionally intense." Another deep breath as she calms herself, "So… We're like… Timelords? Time-jumpers?"
"Awakened, Enlightened, one of… maybe two thousand people globally." The agent answers after gulping down his mouthful of coffee. "Time's just one of the tricks we have, one me and you share to different extents." He explains.
"Sounds like I'm kind of fucking you when I loop though, if this is what you look like after a nap and breakfast." She says, still somewhat aghast at his appearance, "You looked much better last time."
"I loop back in the middle of a raid on a compound." He chuckles, "As I get shot." Belltower's finger prods at a point under his suit with a frown, "They packed armour-piercing, so it goes straight through the specialist plates."
She gives him a grimace, now actually feeling guilty, "sixty five thousand plus times in a row… Um." It's hard to make eye contact with that. "Sorry."
"Stop getting me shot so often, it'll count for more." He smirks, clean-shaven even through the injury and exhaustion.
"How do I help you see? The phone? Like you were asking, I'll try to remember next time." She says, with a deep breath.
"That would have been blood loss talking, just ignore me." He waves a hand at it, slipping the mirror-shades off to show heterochromatic eyes, one blue, the other green. Blinking them.
"Heterochromia is rare, but blue and green is like triple rare, plus a time mage? You really go all out." There's a small snort to her, not sure why she finds it funny.
"You awaken to it, its not a sure deal." Belltower chuckles, "We were born like anyone else, just had the right…moment to make us different. Yours? Probably the loop star–."
"Love." She said happily, looking upstairs, "I knew it was special the entire time, the talk in the car."
"Yeah, lucky you." The agent rolls his eyes, slipping the mirrorshades back on. "Usually less fun than that." He pulls a manila folder out, putting it on a coffee table nearby, "Here's the old info. Managed to save it."
"Wait you can save shit?!" She says shocked, as she picks it up, "How?!"
"That's very classified." He answers, smirking. "Maybe if you come aboard, we'll walk you through it."
With a stare at him, a very untrusting one she says, "Don't you guys want to hunt people like Eleanora and Estelle to extinction? A bit of a deal breaker, I'm very fond of them."
Belltower shakes his head, "They're a stabilizing influence. Vampires make the world go 'round. Middle managers of society more or less." It's a joke he's said a thousand times, "Couldn't do anything without them making sure nukes didn't fly whenever someone got really uppity and we weren't there."
"Has anyone told you that you're equal parts terrifying and depressing?" Katherine says as she flips through the documents, "I can handle this, but after I get my meds right, which takes a month. Schizoaffective." She points at herself morosely.
"Just anxiety here." He shrugs, "And, well, you know, twenty years as magic police I guess. That's probably caused PTSD." He pulls another cigarette out, smoking it quickly.
"I don't believe in PTSD," She says quietly, as she looks through the notes, reaching for a black and mild then lighting it, "I'd be riddled with it." Before her eyes suddenly dart around the room as she heard… Something. Before going back, "Do I learn more magic by practice, or do I need to look up books, or snort crystals or…"
"Just in case you ever talk to my co-workers, they don't like the M word. Makes them trigger happy." Belltower says rather seriously. "You'll figure it out, though, find someone to teach you if you wanna do it fast."
She glares at him with a tilt of the head, gesturing angrily with the black and mild, at the folder and then at himself. Nonverbally communicating, What about you?!
"I'll have you know." He points at Katherine with his own cigarette. "That folder cost the US government about a hundred million dollars in black budget. That makes it secret, not magic."
"So less than a percentage of a percentage." She says with an eyeroll, "Teach me some magic. I'll cook you breakfast. When has a human being given you positive attention? Years?"
"I'll teach you some procedures, sure." He ignores the barb with a smirk.
She smiles, moving to the kitchen, "Do you like pancakes?" Her mania in full swing now feeling… Perfect, unbeatable, cocky, and surefire.
"Haven't had a pancake in three years." He answers with a grim enjoyment of the incoming reaction.
Katherine laughs, but then stops sadly, "Oh wait, that's my fault." She said suddenly, "How does that… How do you keep track of the time necessarily? Because it's like, a five hour loop, I did sixty five thousand times by my count. So that's either, thirty years, or if in days, a hundred and fifty-ish, or It's just yesterday." She takes out a pan, and butters it before mixing flour and water.
"I was talking about perspective three. From a time loop perspective, if you make hashbrowns I think I might actually lose it." Belltower smirks again, dryly telling the joke.
She grabs a potato, and onion out of the fridge to grate them, receiving a harsh glare from Belltower, "Well if you insist." There was something in the moment that made her feel in control, when she knew she wasn't. Then she saw the glare, "Do you actually not want hash browns? I make really good ones." Pulling a cast iron pan out, and putting it on the stovetop. "I had Instacart run groceries over last night, everything is new and fresh."
"I'll try them." He answers, not quite committing, "But you'll have to work hard to beat blacksite cafeteria hashbrowns." The smirk grows on his face, very amused with himself and his dry jokes.
The challenge not entirely aware of the joke tickles the back of Katherine's mind as she grates, and seasons the mixed vegetables before putting them in a salad tosser to quickly de-moisturize them, pressing them tight between paper towels, smushing them with the cast iron, before buttering that as well, getting it extremely hot. "I have been cooking for longer than you have been alive Mr. Belltower. I'll beat any food out there."
"Looking to impress me?" He quirks an eyebrow as another cigarette slips out, third in minutes.
There's a moment where the statement catches her, and she drops an egg. "No." She says suddenly, as she grabs paper towels to clean it up, "Well maybe a little, still worried you're going to put me in a cell or something to keep yourself from looping. Or worse, just murder me when you need a do-over."
He shakes his head, "We take…uh…protect and serve is closest. We take it pretty seriously where I'm from."
"Oh I was with the LAPD," She said apologetically, as if that explained the entirety of it. Then putting everything into the pans with different timings. Ecstatic at how her powers make cooking so much easier. Before pulling out a second black and mild from her coat.
"Yeah, not exactly the same atmosphere in my line of work." A fourth cigarette, "Being black hearted like that gets you field retired." He jokes again.
There's a momentary pause, "Did… You see… Anything with us when we were uh… having discussions with Captain Jarred Ox." The tone very careful.
"Torture's not new, Miss Doukas." He chuckles, "We do worse."
"Eesh, I better make good pancakes then," She says staring into the pain, watching with delight as little timers in her soul seem to count the moments. Knowing they'll all be done exactly when they should. "What's the right word for what we do, and how do I properly ask 'teach me a cool wizard spell.'" She puts magic fingers up wiggling them excitedly.
"That's a topic which has had our type killing each other for a thousand years." Belltower shrugs, fifth cigarette now steadily burning down. "With me, Procedure works."
"Less than two thousand people global killing each other over whether to call it a spell or procedure." Katherine says with a snort, as she flips the pancake, "Glad to know we're all still very human then."
"Yeah, used to be more. Before ninety-nine. Bad year, if you ever figure out time travel, skip that one." He grimaces at the thought. "Real bad year."
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Katherine writes that down in her phone very quickly. "If I ever find out time travel, I'm going to use it to give those two," she points up stairs with the spatula, "The most amazing lives they could ever have from birth to death to undeath to redeath. Then I'll die and do it again. Forever."
"At least you're not political." Belltower chuckles again. Sixth cigarette finally seeming to calm him down somewhat, an almost invisible anxiety lifting.
"I figure if time travel is real, getting involved in anything historical is going to be a shit show of immense proportions." She admitted as she sets another cup of coffee, two plates, food, orange juice, and an assortment of unopened condiments out in front of him. "When we loop again, keep this breakfast in mind for when you get shot. Something to look forward to."
He leans forwards, unbuttoning his cuffs and pulling them up to mid forearm, "Suit material's not good to eat." Belltower comments as he dives into the food, eating at a rapid, military pace. Used to not having much time for such luxuries.
Katherine's own plate has three tiny silver dollar pancakes, and a small bit of hashbrown that she knows she can stomach, more to be polite rather than an interest in eating. The meal was had in silence, though she has no way of knowing how odd that would or wouldn't be. Though Belltower cleaned his plate, so at least he must have liked the food. "Ok… Ma—" She stops, not magic, then with an even brighter smile, "Ok Method Man, show me a procedure."
"Pull out your gun," He gestures to Katherine, "Point it at me, chamber a round." Belltower doesn't sound worried about the command.
With a raised eyebrow, Katherine pulls a handgun out of the oven, and chambers a round pointing it at him, though taking care to not aim at anything vital. She felt the holster at her side tap against her as she aimed, a momentary thought hit her Hmm. This was probably not the gun he meant. Putting that one down, in case it was important for the procedure she unholstered the side arm, chambering a round and pointing it at him.
"Now, focus down the sight, get a good sight picture." He explains, "There's gonna be a feeling in your hand, like something's off."
Sure enough as he said it, the feeling was intense something was wrong, similar to the feeling when they got jumped in the warehouse. Still she aimed at him.
"Check your chamber." Belltower suggests, as Katherine does so, the bullet is half-fed, a malfunction waiting to happen. "That's what we call hyper-stat. More or less applied butterfly effect."
"So you did blow me up with a Claymore." She said annoyed, though also excited, very quickly taking out the mag, clearing the jam, ejecting the bullet and assembling the whole thing back together with the safety on. "I can do that?"
"It's easy, you just listen to your instinct on it." He explains, drawing his own gun, "You'll want to be the one to tell me to chamber. Important trigger of the procedure." Belltower waits for Katherine to acquiesce.
She looks at him, and with a deep breath, trying to focus on… Something, she says, "Ok Agent Belltower, chamber a bullet and point it at me please."
"Good touch, always mention the name you know them by." He racks the slide on his black pistol of an unknown make, unfamiliar to Katherine. Aiming it rock steady at the woman, centre of mass. Something like a string snapping echoes in Katherine's mind, like the world just had something be shifted.
"If I pull this trigger, I lose a finger." Belltower chuckles.
"A finger!?" She says quietly.
"You have…metaphysical weight I guess? I'm better at the trick, you've got muscle." He explains, unloading the double-feed, two rounds crammed into the gun's chamber.
"Holy shit, that's so dangerous," She says aghast looking at bullets as he unloads, "Though it explains why I cleared an entire city block pretty much by myself, and sometimes outrun vampires." She picks one up still a bit aghast at the destructive power of time magic.
"That's pretty much self defense procedures. They get way nastier." He holsters his weapon, settling back down. "You can do it with most…things, though the less possibilities there are for the thing to break." He stops, "Term we use is entropic probability, the harder it's gonna be, the more possible it can go wrong. Guns are nice, they can break a dozen ways any second"
"Did you plan for the Claymore to blow me up, or did you not plan for me to stare at it once you left?" She said still stuck on the ball bearings shredding her skull last time.
"Once you switch up your dice roll, the universe keeps going." Belltower shrugs, "I just made it not detonate. You stared at it."
She nods, she kind of knew it already, but the confirmation helped, "Fair enough. I'll… Not stare at land mines around Time… Touched." She says, trying to remember one of the words from before. "How does anything bad happen when time ma- methods are real?"
"You haven't noticed it, probably cause you do everything in private." He thinks, "Remember what I said? That we're not different, just…awake? Everyone's got an idea of how the world's supposed to be." Belltower turns his head to look out the window, through the early morning rays of sunlight piercing it. "When you do something that changes what a lot of people were expecting, you get…ripples, paradoxes, unreality. Stuff starts to break and fast."
"Is that why when Eleanora chose to take me home I felt a… nauseating somewhat existential tear?" She says quietly, "Like a piece of me and everything around me had been shredded up?"
"Backlash, yeah. It happens." Belltower's nodding now, much more energetic after the food. "That one wasn't too bad, it gets a lot worse when you push it." He touches his neck scar, "When you really beat the odds, it takes its pound of flesh."
"Do you keep meticulous notes and charts on everything around you? Like obsessively?" She asks now a bit lost in her thoughts, "Ever since I was young, I've kept a journal of every thought, emotion, memory or plan I've ever had. It's paying off well now but… Is that what made me a Time person?" She asks thinking, watching every second around her tick around at rates of decay.
He shakes his head, "Not of my emotions or thoughts, but yeah, I track everything else. Full might of the modern panopticon at my fingers after all." He looks at a non-descript phone that he slipped out of his pocket, "I can look at any camera in the world, any microphone ever set up, any electronic. After all, we tapped them at manufacture."
"So how do I light up the phone for you next time, so you can see?" She asks suddenly, shifting back to that first thought. Not sure why her mind bounces from place to place.
"You want some of my meds? Mood stabilizers and anti-anxieties, fifty years ahead of Sleeper." He offers a cigarette from the fresh carton.
"Ahead of 'Sleeper'?" She says looking at him, but taking the cigarette, "And maybe, if you guys have good psychs. Not ones that'll make me go to therapy necessarily, but will get the brain working right."
"Sleepers are, well, normal people." He pulls his own cigarette out, "And our health insurance is great. Fix up bullet holes in an hour great."
"What's the benefits package like for family?" She says, gesturing her head up at the second floor.
"Don't join up with my branch of it if you want to keep 'em." He chuckles, offering a lighter, "We're all about that spy life, no connections outside the service."
"That's a deal breaker, sorry. I live and die by my connections." She says, lighting her smoke, and inhaling the almost soporific fumes, forcing a nervous system relaxation over her near instantly. Its like morphine but keeping her mind sharp and focused, nervous ticks dying down. Quietly she whispers, "Oh fuck you," with a small laugh "This owns."
"Yeah, my anxiety gets rough too." He is familiar with the reaction as it turns out, smirking.
"Do I have to sign up for these, or can I just get a card that says 'Method girl, woman of time procedure.' Maybe with a little blue cross on it." Her breath finally calming down, even the little… Bugs that crawl between her shirt and skin seem to have died off.
"There's four others branches." Belltower chuckles, "But mine's the only one that lets me take as much as I want. They don't care as much about our health." He puffs his own cigarette, seven in his system now. "Usually make it a pill too, assholes."
As she gets halfway through she very gently in a practiced motion, licks her fingers and pinches off the cherry. "I'm going to save half of this for an emergency." She said as her mind reached something her normal demeanor returned. She suddenly said, "I have said… Quite a bit today."
"You're talking to a trained interrogator. Its how it is." Belltower smirks again, closest to a smile he gets. "You want a sales pitch though? Or no?"
"Sales pitch for the company, or the spy branch? I'll never give up the family." She said point blank, "But I'm not exactly busy, either."
"I will never, sell the NWO as anything other than a shitshow." He finally laughs, "This place is miserable, overworked, underpaid and with no time off. No." Belltower shakes his head, cooling the dry laugh down to a smirk quickly.
"We've got medical, engineering, societal, socioeconomic, pretty much any branch you can dream of. People whose whole jobs is figuring out what the next super-product is, people whose whole job is staring at the stars all day." Its a practiced pitch, not the first time and certainly not the last time he'll say it, "We start you off at three hundred a year, benefits kick in after sixty days. Retirement, medical, life insurance, the works."
"Can I still be a ghoul? Live with Estelle and Eleanora?" She says, "I don't want to go gallivanting around the country doing stupid shit when I could just be playing in a time bubble in paradise." The cigarette is placed into a tiny ziploc she labels, 'in case of emergency Suicide / Homicidal thoughts' and gently places it into her trench coat.
"The time bubble isn't gonna last forever, you know." Belltower carefully says this. "Reality is gonna strain it, it'll crack, maybe in ten years, a thousand, or a million. But nothing like this sticks around forever." Its almost apologetic, almost sorry for having to be the one to say it.
Her hand twitches as if she could somehow… Shoot the statement, open fire on the truth, "Unless I can figure out how to stop that from happening." She says to herself, "I mean just less ripples, don't strain it… Don't use the powers keep it going…" It's quiet, upset. Trying to reason a way to move forward.
"And keep the world from moving on, forever?" He asks, no heat to him, just curiosity.
"It's just… My timeline? Isn't it? The world still exists, before and after. It had to exist before I was born, before I started looping, the universes I die in must exist after. I'd just keep… My little chunk to myself." She wonders if she's pleading now, if the begging is apparent.
"There's one timeline we're all in, Katherine. You're pulling it back every time." Belltower's leaned forward at the shift in tone.
"Then why doesn't anyone else remember?" She whispers, but she doesn't like this she doesn't want to believe it's true. "That can't be true. There…" Of course it couldn't last forever, her brain told her mocking herself. "That seems rather unfair." She wasn't entirely sure what she was saying at that point.
"Yeah." Belltower answers her pointless question, frowning behind the mirrorshades. "It seems that way."
"I don't… want to stop the world from moving forward." She admitted, gathering her thoughts, putting them into words as she clears breakfast quietly, "I'm just happy now. I feel like… That's not a crime, it's not happening at anyone's expense." Her breath catching a little.
"It's not." He slips his glasses off, showing a measure of humanity in his multi-coloured eyes.
Turning back to him, she says, "Can one of my benefits… Being that they get taken care of? Watched over?"
"We call that life insurance, Katherine." He assures the other woman in an even voice.
The thought tickles her, makes her want to laugh, "They're rich, I mean… From the other fucked up horrors."
"Yeah." He nods, "We call that life insurance. They're under your umbrella." Belltower puts the mirrorshades on the table nearby.
"Okay, as long as I don't have to leave them, and they're safe I'll join, I guess." She says quietly, "I really did think it would go on forever. That I'd just have an infinite paradise. That was stupid. Of course it was stupid."
"It was hopeful. We need that these days. Too many people like me, not enough like you." Belltower grumbles to himself mostly, "You wanna swing by the office? Get a nice receptionist to tell you the benefits instead of me, who barely remembers what he signed twenty years ago?"
"Is the office twenty-four hour? I'd rather show up with Eleanora or Estelle with me. If you guys are as strong as you say, it shouldn't affect you, and it'd make me feel better."
"Sure. I can tell them to man it. Ten PM?" He's surprisingly gentle with his words, a spy through and through, even freshly shot.
She nods, then asks, "Where do you see this ending?"
Belltower thinks, "Right now? Five years? Ten years? A hundred?" He pauses, thinking deeper. "Its all the same, really. Just people making decisions with bad information. We do the best we can and hope it ends well."
"I'm a major threat… Until this loop gets fixed. To everything." Katherine says with a deep sense of resignation, "There's no way I'm not."
"You want the truth?" Belltower asks, a look of similar resignation to him.
She nods.
"Orders on high are to disable you. I'm creatively interpreting them." He admits with a sigh. "Supposed to take you in, scramble your brains until you're not doing this anymore."
She nods again, "That sounds more familiar to the world I live in. Become an asset so that doesn't happen or at least until it breaks and it can't happen. Fuck." With an even quieter swear she said, "Let's just go now then, I'll leave a note."
Belltower works his jaw, sighing as he has to pull another cigarette out to arrest an annoying twitch of his fingers. "I'm…not gonna do that. Let's wait for backup." He looks at Katherine, "Our recruiters are gonna chew you all up and spit you out, but it'll be less bad with three heads."
"Even though I hate everything about this conversation that happened." She said, giving him a smile as she lights another black and mild, "You are still invited to breakfast. Any time. Swing by at ten, we'll be ready."
He responds with an amused puff of smoke, slipping the shades that pull the humanity out of him, rising back up. "Be seein' you." Before striding off, the door unlocking itself.
"I'll leave the phone on the dresser," She said with a laugh waving.
As he steps out, and she hopes he's well without of earshot she lets out a frustrated SCREECH. Lifting one of the plates and smashing it against the floor. Letting the pained noise drag out mourning that she had once chance and she blew it. Just wailing in anger fully giving in to overwhelming frustration and rage. At having to be a puppet, to not being in control anymore, for her little fun bubble to have already popped, that'd pop again. She wouldn't be able to plan for it, that the next time she died that'd just be it, and she might not even know. She gave a guilty look to the gun on the counter top, a brief… Dangerous thought being put back away, stowed in fear and anger.
Overwhelmed with shame and disgust at herself, she started to clean the Kitchen of plates and shattered ceramics. Before finishing some errands, and going to sleep.