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You leave Toms arm and stumble into the room, half way inside, one door in the gate, you pat Tom on her goggley head. "Take care..." You stretch your hand out, your fingers sprayed into a L. "Team Lazy... for life."
You arent really sure what your saying, your just doing what your dad does. But Tom watches you slump into bed, roll up into your blanket, and conk out still in your prison orange.
You never did wear the tacky ass uniform... but that's...
A latter... problem...
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~Somewhere a few miles away~
"The Pokedex isn't showing the pillowsack anymore." A primly dressed man said, his rotom phone floating towards a wrinkly old man at a desk. "I think shes been taken care of."
"No... no..." The man mutters sniffing. "If it did what it was told, itd be heading over... it got... snagged."
"Sir? But the snag machin-"
"There are more then one way to skin a delcatty." The elderly man reaches into his mouth and pulls out a pair of dentures, placing them in a clear pot of bubbling green water. His arm hovers over the next pot, and a another pair, with sharper teeth that... dont seem to be from the same animal.
He slips the teeth in his mouth, his jaw working the springs. "It seems our prey has claws. I would expect nothing less from Roger's daughter."
The man rings a dinner bell, a butler walks in, pushing a cart with a plate of steak. The hotplate sizzles, butter melting on the steak and soaking into the meat. With barely a glance at the other officer, the butler places the steak in front of the old man who digs in.
"Sir." The officer frowns. "If the Laundry was captured then we have lost a assest, he may talk."
"He knows nothing, the only face he's seen is yours Weston, and the fact that our little firefly has a target on her back... well it'll just make things more interesting in the long run." The man snickers his teeth effortlessly slicing into the meat. "Besides, now we don't have to pay him."
Admin Weston nods. "Of course sir... Glory to Cipher."
"Glory to Cipher."
>END OF CHAPTER 1
