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Skeith Takahata II
Lesbian Anarchist
- Joined
- Feb 26, 2009
- Location
- Elsewhere
"We'll be arriving Washington D.C. international airport in approximately 25 minutes. Please turn off all electronic devices at this time." A young woman wearing formal attire turned off her phone before setting it in the window console next to her. She closed her eyes as the plane began preparing for it's descent. Her fingers gripped tightly around the arm-rest as she closed her eyes tightly. She hated flying.
Reina Chipple was a member of the Finnish Security Intelligence Service, also known as SUPO which was short for the agency's Finnish name "Suojelupoliisi". A patch decorated the shoulder of her jacket, it was an image of a knife blade with a crowned lion's head for the handle. She took a deep breath before the plane began it's descent. She bit her lip as she felt the wheels hit the runway and begin to slow the plane to a stop. "Thank you for choosing our airliner. You may now depart the plane." A Finnish cuss escaped the silver-haired agent's lips as she rose from her seat and pulled her military grade carrying case down from the luggage compartment.
She emerged from the gate with her bags in hand. "So... This is America?" She asked aloud as she looked around. She was expecting a member of an American agency to collect her. What were they called? F.B.I.? There were so many to remember that she wasn't entirely sure. She released a quiet sigh as she took a seat in one of the near by benches. Surely it wouldn't be long before they arrived.
Reina Chipple was a member of the Finnish Security Intelligence Service, also known as SUPO which was short for the agency's Finnish name "Suojelupoliisi". A patch decorated the shoulder of her jacket, it was an image of a knife blade with a crowned lion's head for the handle. She took a deep breath before the plane began it's descent. She bit her lip as she felt the wheels hit the runway and begin to slow the plane to a stop. "Thank you for choosing our airliner. You may now depart the plane." A Finnish cuss escaped the silver-haired agent's lips as she rose from her seat and pulled her military grade carrying case down from the luggage compartment.
She emerged from the gate with her bags in hand. "So... This is America?" She asked aloud as she looked around. She was expecting a member of an American agency to collect her. What were they called? F.B.I.? There were so many to remember that she wasn't entirely sure. She released a quiet sigh as she took a seat in one of the near by benches. Surely it wouldn't be long before they arrived.