MI:5 Hounds HQ
Director Jones' Office
Approx. Time: 3 am
Katarina walked the whole way without turning back to look at Orion Burgess. What was the point? So some kid, at least a decade younger than her, can tell her what a bloody fool she's been since Matt left? Things were difficult as it was dealing with the fact that she had this magical blood out of nowhere! Came in like a freight train and barreled her over. Then she lost someone she truly cared about. Then she started losing herself...somewhere between her job and all the drinking, she lost herself.
Dammit, Kat really wanted a cigarette.
When she reached the door, she balled her fist and knocked, three heavy raps on the Director's office. It was an ungodly hour, but the light was on. She knew after the bullshit that happened at the slaver ring op, Jones had to be in. "Oh Boss..." Katarina said, sing-songedly, as she rolled her eyes, "Apparently I'm in trouble." She'd been able to reflect on her actions in the interrogation cells on her walk up here, and she suddenly...didn't care. Whatever Jones was going to do didn't bother her. Write her up? Go for it. Fire her? Sure. Katarina was getting sick of this place and resented it for everything that was happening to her now...
When there was no answer, she sighed, incredibly irritated at that. She knocked again, harder this time.