Agent Finds a Warrior

Wasn't this the house of God?

When had it come to be a social networking platform?

Zora slipped into the ladies room and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was alone. She'd only been in the building a few minutes, but she felt like she was suffocating from the weight of the condescending looks that had been directed at her.

She went over to the mirror to check the damage and winced. Yes, her vampire slayer outfit did not fit in well with present company, but it wasn't like she'd had a choice in the matter. And yet what really was the problem with the way she was dressed?

She wasn't indecent. While her form was clearly outlined and the leather pants snug on her hips and rear she was still more decent than many of the women that she'd seen trolling about moments before.

This was Zora's first time inside of a Western Pentecostal church and it was not going well. It was so very different from the church that she had grown up in as a child.

She had the distinct feeling that the service was going to disappoint her too.

Memories of her childhood flooded her all of a sudden. Her brothers and sister and her papa all sketched across the corners of her consciousness in vivid relief. Her mama had died when she was just a baby and it had fallen to papa to raise her and her siblings alone. He had been everything to her.

He'd been a pastor and a farmer. A pastor because the village had needed one. A farmer so his family wouldn't starve.

Zora pressed her hands to her eyes to keep from crying, as a sudden up swell of emotion threatened to overwhelm her. She was on assignment. She had no time for emotion.

Zora quickly left the restroom and headed back out into the chattering throng leaving her memories of the past behind if for only a moment. She had to fight against the urge to just leave the church. Second in appeal to that option was to slink into the sanctuary and take up residence in a darkened corner away from the condemning or lustful eyes as the case may be of all those around her.

What kept her from doing either was that she didn't know if Elon would have need of her or not so she forced herself to go back out to the foyer and the people still gathered there locked in conversation.

Her training to spot somewhat off occurrences seized onto the scene of the two doormen, who had let her in not opening the door for someone else. In fact they looked on the verge of holding the door shut!