A little finger never hurt anyone
Iona O’Malley thought she was done with the Federal Government of the good old US of A. After recruiting her at eighteen to help with a covert, undercover operation, she excelled much quicker than they assumed most of the young girls recruited did. By nineteen, she’d proven herself and was made deputy director of the paranormal and psychic division, known as the PPD. The division was a rather new one, and covered under other branches. How she was made deputy director, happened to be field experience, since somehow Iona ended up on several occult and ritual crimes. The PPD was swallowed up by the SPD (Supernatural and Paranormal Division). One thing lead to another and by the time she was twenty four, she’d left the agency. That was almost a year ago.
After Iona left the PPD/SPD, she decided to continue on with her passion, which was metal-smith and glass blowing. She’d learned the craft from her birth parents, who were masters at their work. She had a small shop in downtown Boston’s historical district. It would be a cold day in hell before she’d return to DC, or so she thought. Early that morning, two feds showed up at her shop and basically informed her she was coming, she had no choice in the matter. The hell she did, one ended up with a broken nose and the other a broken finger. After they worked it out, she decided she’d go this time, only because there were innocent people getting killed.
A few hours later she was at the Pentagon, but she wasn’t the typical field agent. Iona didn’t look old or experienced enough to know anything about other worldly creatures, she looked more like someone’s daughter roaming through the vast halls with skinny jeans, a classic KISS t-shirt and black converse. If they wanted her, she was coming back on her own terms. “David Kennedy, ye kno’ th’ name?” Outside and down the hall, they’d hear her. “Wha’ ye mean ye can’t show me where he be?” The little blonde twits they hired pissed her off. Iona knew where she was going.
The blonde at the desk stood up. “Wait, wait. You can’t go that way.”
“The hell I can’t.” Watch her twit. Iona flipping the blonde tart off and started down the hall.
“Miss, I’m sorry but you can’t go in there. Authorized persons only!”
She smirked and noticed all the suits. That’s when she flashed her badge. “M’security clearance be better’n yers. Now stay out o’me way.” No one missed the redhead, anyone waiting on Kenndy would surely not have. Bumping the door opened to a room full of suits, and there was the old stuffy. “Mr. Kenndy?” She said respectfully waiting to see of whom she thought was him would turn around. "I'm Iona O'Malley, field director of the PPD." Yes, they called her back to duty. While she was a director, she wasn't Kenndy's boss, they were probably equals, but Iona knew better than to try and have a pissing contest. You don't get cooperation or information that way, and she was here to help, not harm. "M'was told tha' ye need some help."