Agent Shaw Short Story

Agent Shaw, who'd so far been disciplined in controlling his expression, let out a soft, light-hearted chuckle. Unlike Morrow's supervisor, Ben appreciated a man who wasn't afraid to speak his mind. "Well, we haven't really had people queuing up for the job if that's what you mean." The agent across from him had stood up, so he followed suit, standing up straight like a man built with purpose, and began packing up his things. Morrow had made it quite clear he'd rather cut the pleasantries and skip to the action, even if he wasn't at all enthralled by his new assignment. Shaw could see the qualities of a damn good agent in him - he didn't even need to see the glittering career and reputation the man had earned himself. He appeared to be capable of doing anything if he chose to put …show more content…
Her default expression took on that of a child in a candy shop, eyes wide with interest, and taking in everything with unconcealed, almost childlike enthusiasm. To say she looked excited to see the new arrivals was an understatement."You don't come visit me no more. I miss you." Carla leaned forward on the desk that acted as a psychological barrier between the two parties - it would prove ineffective at keeping her at a distance should she grow twitchy. The women tilted her head slightly, giving Agent Shaw doting looks, whilst absently twirling a strand of blonde hair around a dainty finger. It was clear she was relatively fond of the agent - if she was capable of being fond. But then again, out of the few agents that paid visits to the once pretty smuggler, he'd taken a more personal approach and found she generally responded better to pleasant conversation than threats and lie detectors. The other agents were slightly more no-nonsense. Plus, the girl had a habit of making herself unconventionally likeable through the bubbly aspects of her personality, and though he wouldn't use the word fond, he still found himself checking up on