Snap snap snap force of habit snap snap snap force of habit snap snap snap force of habit. On a bright sunny day on a streamlined street wearing a shaded blue pant suit shimmering off tall tall buildings walked a woman seeking her purpose with a long long stride. With her hand and her head she kept the same pace, three light snaps of her fingers - snap snap snap - and then in her head just barely before the lips - force of habit. All the way down the smooth street, amongst the virile and gallant office towers, in an impeccable outfit, nothing could go wrong as she approached her purpose. Snap snap snap force of habit snap snap snap force of habit snap snap snap force of habit. Entering the building the snaps reduce to two, snap snap force of habit snap snap force of habit snap snap force of habit. The elevator gets it down to one, snap force of habit snap force of habit snap force of habit. The pace doesn't slacken as she strides down the hall, seemingly a late passenger on her own legs. Snap force of habit snap force of habit snap force of habit. Morning Mary. Snap force of habit snap force of habit snap force of habit. Hey Andy. Snap force of habit snap force of habit snap force of habit. Morning Dena, any early calls? Snap force of habit snap force of habit snap force of habit. Thanks, I'll be free in 45. Entering the office the snaps stop, messages in hand, desk gets bigger and she's in. Out loud, but softly, force of habit.

Kevin Bruyneel knows the better team. And who got lucky.