“LaMesha! DaMarko! How are you guys?” Jolene said as she came racing towards them.
LaMesha stood shocked at Jolene’s choice of uniform: she wore the signature light blue and white, denoting her newly acquired Agent status; white bootcut pants, jacket, and heeled boots. LaMesha couldn’t help but cringe at the boots. Is she going to fight and patrol in heeled boots? She studied her; Jolene was a walking joke of an Agent. When the only requirements were light blue and white, it created an influx of new Agents thinking it was some kind of fashion show.
As Jolene came racing forward, LaMesha unconsciously walked backward. DaMarko remained where he stood.
