“How do I work this thing?” Dell furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the odd contraption sitting in front of him. Normally, he could work it out, but this… this was something different.
“I know, it’s weird right? A friend of mine accidentally picked it up from the future when they had a bad episode. It’s called a “furby,” and they gave it to me after an exorcism didn’t do anything to make it less “cursed.” Apparently it’s a robot and runs on these.”
She showed him some AA batteries.
“They told me that it wakes up if you put these in the slot here on the bottom then press this button while the thing is still upside down until it starts moving. I was too scared to do it on my own.”
The gun’s appearance earned a sharp inhale from Messenger: half relief that it wasnt a throwing knife in her throat and half ‘oh boy a gun.’ She her eyes locked with René’s and one hand stayed in the air as the other clumsily unbuttoned her blouse. There were a couple layers of awkward to the situation, but at this point the only intrusive thoughts sticking around concerned cursing her faltering fine motor skills.
“Yep, yep. Direct directive from the Administrator . I mean I think it’s a directive. Probably not just a hi how are you right haha ah… but um, I don’t know stuff before you. She was just really dead specific that it’s for your eyes only,” a slight pause, “Well, I mean your eyes and brain. And the rest of you…y’know, person wise.” The raised hand flops in a hopeless gesture, “Um, I am… going to lower my other hand now to get this open so I don’t take years. Please don’t shoot, it’s just the tv.”
After the warning, she slowly lowered her hand, still maintaining eye contact, and got the last few buttons undone. The little TV was a slightly different model than the ones carried by the usual grunts. Just the slightest bit updated with an extra couple switches on the side.
René couldn’t stop the short snort of laughter at the words ‘direct directive’. He just couldn’t help it. For some reason, his mind decided that these specific words put together in this specific context was wildly hilarious, enough to make his poker face crack just slightly. He composed himself almost immediately, however, and leaned forward to examine the TV. It was slightly different, he realized, having more switches, presumably for better communication.
He could only assume it was because the mission would be more complicated, probably secretive, most likely dangerous and rather risky. He could only sigh quietly as he considered the likelihood of him getting out of this one alive. Probably no more than twenty percent, which was alright, he’s beat worse odds before. It was really just the pain of having to plan out every move carefully.
“Alright… I suppose we can start, then.” He reached forward and flipped the ‘on’ switch. The TV crackled for a few moments before the Administrator’s stern face appeared amidst the static.
She had managed to make him laugh somehow. Messenger couldn’t help but grin awkwardly with the tiniest bit of pride at making it this far. Not dead and he broke character for a second? Wow, high five to you, you not dead mailman.
As soon as René leaned to check the TV, Messenger stiffened. It wasn’t a fear response, however. She simply stood up straight, arms at her sides, and stared ahead, barely blinking. She was unfazed by his flipping the switch, and simply listened at attention to her employer as the static cleared.
“Oh good, I see the TV at least got to you in one piece. Messenger, status?” She drawled, looking almost bored.
“Alive, ma’am.”
“Congratulations. If you’d gotten yourself killed this would be all the more irritating. Well, I suppose you’re wondering what the job is.” She took a drag on her cigarette, letting the smoke cast a bit of an eerie filter over the video, “I have an associate in Chicago that you are going to pay a visit. He goes by the name Benny Goodwick and runs a bar and game-room called Prissy Lips-”
Messenger made an ‘ugh’ face at the name.
“which is where you will find him.We have a trade to make, and I am sending you with the intelligence to keep it secure, and to make sure Goodwick keeps his end of the deal. This is an escort mission. Eliminate or neutralize any threats to the intelligence, both on the way out and the way back. Do you have any questions?”
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