Just showing that I am not the average "pig" you guys call us. I dare you to try and infiltrate one of our stations. I'll know. . . .
She took the clioboard back and scanned over each individual page. She narrowed her eyes and signed her spots on the pages before rolling it up and sending it through a tube.
` The process will take up to five business days. You will hear from me soon enough. Β΄
She nodded and took a sip from her mug, letting out a hum and placed it back down, waiting for the other to finish.
` You will run your own brigade and attend the meetings that all generals do. Β΄
She explained simply, placing her pen into the basket resting on her table.
[When he went to fold his arms, they were already bound by no zone chains, as well as his ankles, causing the other to fall backward.]
I told you didn't I. [She snapped her fingers and the chains popped off in an instant]
She nodded and flipped through the paperwork before handing over a small stack of papers on a clipboard with a pen in tow.
` Here. Just go fill this out, sign where needed except for where it says overseer's signature. I will sign that. Do you have any questions? Β΄
Just look.
....
I recommend looking down, Jet The Hawk.
I hope you understand you are talking to someone who has the authority to put you behind the paradox containment district if you even so much as step a single talon behind gates such as ours.
And I always make due on my promises.
ACK!
[Over he went, stumbling onto his rear.]
What the-!? What are you-!?
[As soon as the chains were gone, he was back to his feet, his usual impish grin replaced by a hateful snarl.]
The HELL was that!?
quietly turning the clipboard over and handing it to the higher-up. serena stood there with dull eyes. is this really what her life was coming to.
being an assassin has been her motivation. she lost that. now look at her.
the hedgehog nodded, reading through the documents and signing in the correct areas and making sure to REALLY read between the lines.
"understood. i am almost done with this," she mumbled, signing her agent name with neat cursive.
taking the clipboard and pen with a delicate flourish of her hand. she glanced at the higher-up and was silent for a second before speaking.
"what promotion would there be with field work. i am interested to know," she asked with her usual tone, but this time it was more subdued.
[...]
[Stubborn as ever, Jet simply takes a step back, arms folded over his chest.]
[And no, he's still not looking down.]
"i see. may i stay doing field work, if possible," she inquired, knowing she would not thrive with a desk job.
agent serena's skills were better suited with field work, due to her former occupation, and her hand-to-hand combat was fairly advanced. the agent wasn't turning down the promotion.
What? You gonna tell me the word "gullible" is written on the floor?
Yeah there's one itty bitty problem with that.
You'd have to actually catch me, first. And your bumbling comrades usually only find out I was there hours after I'm gone.
Y'know...around the time when the guards I knocked out and stuffed in the lockers start waking up.
Awesome, leaves me more time to raid another one of your military outposts.
Tell me. How do you guys organize arms and munitions in your stockpiles again? Wanna make sure I get the right stuff to sell over the black market.
[When he went to fold his arms, they were already bound by no zone chains, as well as his ankles, causing the other to fall backward.]
I told you didn't I. [She snapped her fingers and the chains popped off in an instant]
She nodded and took a sip from her mug, letting out a hum and placed it back down, waiting for the other to finish.
` You will run your own brigade and attend the meetings that all generals do. Β΄
She explained simply, placing her pen into the basket resting on her table.
She nodded and flipped through the paperwork before handing over a small stack of papers on a clipboard with a pen in tow.
` Here. Just go fill this out, sign where needed except for where it says overseer's signature. I will sign that. Do you have any questions? Β΄
Just look.
....
I recommend looking down, Jet The Hawk.
I hope you understand you are talking to someone who has the authority to put you behind the paradox containment district if you even so much as step a single talon behind gates such as ours.
And I always make due on my promises.
She pulled open a drawer and placed it atop the desk, opening it up and reading through it.
` .. Well, apparently you are due for a promotion up the rank and in whichever district you so desire. Β΄
She shut the book and rested her hands atop each once again.
` You have a.. βͺ
The feeling is quite mutual. Glad we can put this discussion to rest.
[...]
[Stubborn as ever, Jet simply takes a step back, arms folded over his chest.]
[And no, he's still not looking down.]
the hedgehog nodded, reading through the documents and signing in the correct areas and making sure to REALLY read between the lines.
"understood. i am almost done with this," she mumbled, signing her agent name with neat cursive.
taking the clipboard and pen with a delicate flourish of her hand. she glanced at the higher-up and was silent for a second before speaking.
"what promotion would there be with field work. i am interested to know," she asked with her usual tone, but this time it was more subdued.
"i see. may i stay doing field work, if possible," she inquired, knowing she would not thrive with a desk job.
agent serena's skills were better suited with field work, due to her former occupation, and her hand-to-hand combat was fairly advanced. the agent wasn't turning down the promotion.
What? You gonna tell me the word "gullible" is written on the floor?
Yeah there's one itty bitty problem with that.
You'd have to actually catch me, first. And your bumbling comrades usually only find out I was there hours after I'm gone.
Y'know...around the time when the guards I knocked out and stuffed in the lockers start waking up.
Awesome, leaves me more time to raid another one of your military outposts.
Tell me. How do you guys organize arms and munitions in your stockpiles again? Wanna make sure I get the right stuff to sell over the black market.
agent serena was just as monotone and blank, as most douchebag variants were. the hedgehog stood there silently, hands at her sides. she wasn't very surprised by what the higher up was saying.
"apologies. disappointing indeed. what happens to be the good news," serena inquired after a pause.
My point is I don't like you. I figured that was easy enough to figure out.
She nodded and flipped through the paperwork before handing over a small stack of papers on a clipboard with a pen in tow.
` Here. Just go fill this out, sign where needed except for where it says overseer's signature. I will sign that. Do you have any questions? Β΄
Jet the Hawk
` You will run your own brigade and attend the meetings that all generals do. Β΄
She explained simply, placing her pen into the basket resting on her table.
She pulled open a drawer and placed it atop the desk, opening it up and reading through it.
` .. Well, apparently you are due for a promotion up the rank and in whichever district you so desire. Β΄
She shut the book and rested her hands atop each once again.
` You have a.. βͺ
....
I recommend looking down, Jet The Hawk.
I hope you understand you are talking to someone who has the authority to put you behind the paradox containment district if you even so much as step a single talon behind gates such as ours.
And I always make due on my promises.
The feeling is quite mutual. Glad we can put this discussion to rest.
She lifted her head and hummed to herself before sliding the papers aside, resting her hands atop one another.
` Ah, Agent Serena. Yes. I had been waiting for you to show. You are approximately 20 seconds late. How disappointing. Β΄
` But, lets put that aside for now. I bring βͺ
"i see. may i stay doing field work, if possible," she inquired, knowing she would not thrive with a desk job.
agent serena's skills were better suited with field work, due to her former occupation, and her hand-to-hand combat was fairly advanced. the agent wasn't turning down the promotion.
agent serena was just as monotone and blank, as most douchebag variants were. the hedgehog stood there silently, hands at her sides. she wasn't very surprised by what the higher up was saying.
"apologies. disappointing indeed. what happens to be the good news," serena inquired after a pause.
taking the clipboard and pen with a delicate flourish of her hand. she glanced at the higher-up and was silent for a second before speaking.
"what promotion would there be with field work. i am interested to know," she asked with her usual tone, but this time it was more subdued.
Yeah there's one itty bitty problem with that.
You'd have to actually catch me, first. And your bumbling comrades usually only find out I was there hours after I'm gone.
Y'know...around the time when the guards I knocked out and stuffed in the lockers start waking up.
Awesome, leaves me more time to raid another one of your military outposts.
Tell me. How do you guys organize arms and munitions in your stockpiles again? Wanna make sure I get the right stuff to sell over the black market.
My point is I don't like you. I figured that was easy enough to figure out.
silently pushing open the door with an open palm, entering and standing in the doorway quietly. brown eyes lock with the person behind the desk, slowly approaching and letting the door shut behind her.
"you wanted to see me," serena mumbled, standing there at attention.
Oh great. All the GUN lapdogs are running around again.
