Page 94 of Chaos has a Name
There was a lot to do now, since she was going to have to go to the council and explain what was going on. They were likely going to pitch a fit that she went running to the FBI for help.
Only, the protocol book that had been created by Callen Whitefox, a now-director of the FBI, said to do just that.
Hopefully, she’d withstand the council blowback when they got bitchy.
Yeah, her fingers were crossed.
As she sat there, she took it all in. A guy in all black walked by her with a bag, and he was giving her the hairy eyeball.
Then again, he was giving everyone the hairy eyeball.
That was when she recognized him.
Oh, Rayna had seen plenty of the Blackhawks on TV and on the news. There were also the moments where she’d seen Elizabeth Blackhawk off duty, and someone caught her at a book signing, or fancy function with Callen Whitefox.
The lady got around.
As for the suspicious guy, she knew him to be one of Elizabeth’s bodyguards.
It was funny that she needed one.
Ahhhh, the outsiders and their need to feel special. The Caucasians were Caucasian-ing.
Again.
Yeah, she’d seen the woman on TV in her gorgeous gowns that likely cost more than Rayna’s yearly salary.
The jewelry, and the way her hair was coifed and perfect always annoyed the hell out of her. There was no doubt in her mind that she was way too pretty for anyone’s good.
She’d heard some shit about her, and none of it was good. Apparently, she was difficult at best, and a raging bitch. The cops outside of the rez, where she’d gotten her training, had mentioned that one day when they were on break and her name came up.
Honestly, she was so glad she wasn’t working with the woman on this. Being annoyed by a bossy, pretty woman was more than she wanted to deal with today.
They had a real problem on their hands.
Her self-importance would drive her insane in about an hour. Rayna liked a down-to-earth kind of a person who wasn’t afraid to get dirty and do the job.
Not a princess in a gilded castle.
That just pissed her off.
As she sipped her coffee, she hoped they got this show on the road. Right now, she had deputies babysitting bones under a fire pit in the middle of the woods.
They were about as reliable as a broken umbrella. Yeah, it might keep you partially dry, but chances were you were getting wet regardless.
Just as she was about to call it off, and head out to deal with this herself, she heard footsteps heading her way.
Glancing over, she saw that Elizabeth Blackhawk was making an appearance, and she wasn’t alone.
Well, shit.
She was bringing her‘husbands’with her.
And it was clear they recognized her.
As she stood, they reached her.
“Chief?” Elizabeth asked, holding out her hand. “I’m Deputy Director Blackhawk, and this is my profiler, Doctor Ethan Blackhawk, and my Liaison to the Native Community, Director Whitefox.”
