Twisting the Knife

Ella quietly entered the establishment, body armor of a dark blue tee, dark blue field cargoes on. She was here on less….violent business, but with what had transpired in recent months, the agent wasn't taking any chances. Her long, wavy black hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, her steps quiet as she moved to the bartender. Her hand went for a pocket on her body armor and she flashed him her badge. When she spoke, it was in hushed tones, dulcet, her blue eyes scrutinizing his body language for any tells. She passed a picture, and waited while he looked at it. A cursory glance around, ever watchful. The tender cleared his throat and her attention was pulled back to him.

More words were exchanged and Daniela took the picture back, nodding. However, on her way out, she stopped at a particular booth and leveled her gaze at the redhead sitting in it. She gave a jerk of her head towards the door and moved out, clearly expecting the woman to follow her.

Summer had been watching the agent. She knew why the woman was here and as the brunette gestured with her head, the She-Wolf of New York stood and followed her out. She had a Flannery to take down.