"Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth -- more than ruin -- more even than death.... Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man." - Bertrand Russell
"You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' You must do the thing you think you cannot do." - Eleanor Roosevelt
"Power is so characteristically calm, that calmness in itself has the aspect of strength."
- Robert Bulwer-Lytton
"In the part of this universe that we know there is great injustice, and often the good suffer, and often the wicked prosper, and one hardly knows which of those is the more annoying." - Bertrand Russell
Blue almond eyes under sweepingly arched brows give focus to the sun-browned face. Andrea is a Caucasian woman of average height entering her fifth decade, evidenced by the deep wrinkles at the corners of her mouth and the dark bags under her eyes. That mouth is sometimes set in a wide white smile, her eyes crinkled with amusement, but more often than not her expression is empty, her lips set in a tight line, her gaze remote and contemplative. Shoulder-length streaked blonde hair is scraped back from her face and tied by a tight scrunchie.
Andrea working on a hostage situation back in LA.
Andrea's personal space. Don't get into it.
03:00, and she is still working. Tired, but still working.