>>5147071The red-haired girl’s finger dances across her phone before you can even finish! “If you’re asking me to trust your friends, I can’t.” But- “You know them better than I do–I’m afraid you’ll have to make those judgments on your own.”
Hey, you judge your friends all the time, you counter!
“<span class="mu-i">Ad nauseum.</span>” Ly mumbles. Bless you! But, you continue, she wouldn’t happen to have any, like, <span class="mu-i">dirt</span> on your pals, would she? Nothing pervy! The assistant raises an eyebrow over her glasses before tapping away at her phone! Waiting for a response, you’re taken off-guard when Christy sidles up next to you and shoves her phone in your face revealing a list of files each marked with the names of your crew members! <span class="mu-i">Creepy</span>, much?
Shooting you a withering glance, the girl impatiently pokes her finger at the files again! Guess she’s got the goods, huh? Releasing a deep breath, you start with a name you’d rather not suspect… <span class="mu-g">MULDOON, MITZI.</span>
‘<span class="mu-b">Officer Mitzi Muldoon:</span>’ reads the text file within, ‘<span class="mu-b">Certified with STANDARD GOOD BOY SECURITY READINESS TRAINING–exceptional marks in ENDURANCE and COVERT ACTIONS.</span>’ Scrolling downwards past an older photo of Mitzi reading a familiar magazine, you continue to skim Christy’s notes for anything damning:
‘<span class="mu-b">GOOD BOY EMPLOYEE for roughly three years. No University degree. HR Notes: A habitual slacker on the clock–has been repeatedly reprimanded for unacceptable workplace behavior including misuse of company property (READ: VENDING MACHINES), napping during shifts, and spending work hours socializing with fellow security personnel and watching shows on her phone. Called in for review for several self-proclaimed ‘OFFICE SHENANIGANS’ gone wrong before UNDEAD INCIDENT. Will most-likely be let go after current situation is resolved.
Uncooperative at times, detached, sarcastic, and even outright defiant in certain cases. Refused to check in with MEDICAL WING psychological personnel multiple times pending the reported deaths of her FATHER and SISTER.’</span>
“Well it’s informative, ta’ say da’ least…” Ly remarks as you close the file. “But does it make Mitz <span class="mu-r">TRAITOR MATERIAL?</span>”
You scoff–if they let everyone go for petty crap like this, <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY</span> wouldn’t have anyone left! Fascists! Shaking your head in disapproval, you click a few times on the name of another fellow employee… VENAAS, DENISE.
“Dis’ oughta be good…” Muses your skeleton as the file opens to a wall of text. It’d <span class="mu-i">better</span> be!
>CONTD. 