Post by fareeha on Feb 6, 2017 21:11:26 GMT
The leather felt a little greasy. Stupid rented cars, she cursed the idiotic fries munching neandertal that must have rented the vehicle before her. It made little sense, but her misplaced anger needed some outlet. The Amari's fingers were whiter than it should've been possible, with hard darker tone, but then she had never held onto something with such might before. Her teeth were gritted and she sat at the edge of the seat.
At least she was alone now, it gave her some respite from the drama doused hours she'd had earlier today. On an average the drive from Chicago to Indiana took about three hours, she covered the distance in two. Which is why she had denied the offer to use a private jet since just organizing it would take a long time.
The young Amari had called her father ahead of time. In all honesty, she had a beef to pick with him too, Pharah had always resented being left behind in Egypt after the death of her mother, but then she was aware he had appearances to keep and that it was for her own safety. She had never let either of her parents know that she was well aware of the famous tank's identity thanks to a slip during one of Torbjorn's drunk storytelling sessions, way back when Pharah was a teenager. Already very embedded in the culture of Overwatch, she understood the value of such sensitive information.
Soon she was at the secluded bar where she'd asked to meet with Reinhardt. The worst was calling him by his name since now they were equals as agents, she yearned to address him as he was, as dad... But anymore confrontations today would probably kill her. Fareeha made her way to the bar, for security reasons, their exchange on the telephone had been brief, now she would wait for him and hopefully the details he'd quickly divulge about the peril the Gary base was in.
Fareeha dropped her sunglasses so they sat at the bridge of her nose and made her way to the bar. For security reasons, their exchange on the telephone had been brief, now she would wait for him and hopefully the details he'd quickly divulge about the peril the Gary base was in. Perched up on a high stool, she waited.
Fareeha dropped her sunglasses so they sat at the bridge of her nose and made her way to the bar. For security reasons, their exchange on the telephone had been brief, now she would wait for him and hopefully the details he'd quickly divulge about the peril the Gary base was in. Perched up on a high stool, she waited.