It had been a long day, and it wasn't even over yet. "Hey thar, p'rty lady." Emily tried to hide her sneer as she stepped up to the bar, earning the attention of quite a few other people there. Sure, it wasn't the best idea to split up from her pack, and it would earn her more than a little punishment. But they weren't getting anything done, and it wasn't like she was helping anyway. They never let me contribute anyway, she thought, thinking back. How exactly she had come to be the lowest on the ladder was beyond her, and how her few shots at helping always managed to turn into something worse... Maybe it was karma. Maybe she shouldn't have ever left the FBI. At least there she had been someone. An up and coming agent on her way to getting a team all her own. Now what was she? Some Omega out in the middle of god forsaken no where, trying to find some new pack-mates who somehow managed to start off higher on the ladder than she had been given the chance to. And the idiots in here were still trying to pester her.
But maybe she should have paid attention to the pestering, because it was better than the blindside that hit her next. And when she woke up with one hell of a headache the next day, she knew that splitting up with her pack really wasn't the best idea. Trying to escape a week later probably wasn't either. But Emily wasn't really known for her bright ideas. She just tried to get shit done. If that meant breaking out of here her own way and wandering back on her own, so be it.
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