Having a little "talk" with Tyler Morgan

Rebecca glared at Morgan, eyes slits.

She had dyed her hair black, as she had despised blonde, and somehow it seemed to have intensified her fierce personality.


What,"

she hissed, eyes dark.

"Do you think you were doing?"

"They need, to know, what, is OUT there, Wolff! I am not going to be able to prepare them sitting inside reading out of textbooks!"

Tyler snapped acidly.

Rebecca whipped around.

"I respect that fact, Morgan! But that does NOT MEAN THAT YOU CAN get them to do near-suicidal things for the purpose of learning!"

"Well then you shouldn't have hired me, you filthy blood traitor!" Tyler snarled, and strode from the room without a backwards glance.