"Did you think I wouldn't do it, Brent?" she hissed, as she turned to look behind her at the hole the small bullet had left in the wall. "What if I had been pointing the other direction?" At this, with a look of fear mixed with respect, Brent turned and hurried from the room.
Cathryn turned and walked back to the desk, allowing her hand to drop to the reciever of the sleek black phone. She picked it up and dialed unhurriedly. When the voice on the other end finally came through, she quietly said, "Come get me."