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(QM got stuck with something so he told me to post this on his behalf. weird arrangement but you gotta do what you gotta do.)
Frank looks at the back of the van. There's a bathtub chained to the hooks on the floor, crudely and recently welded on. Within the tub, the dark ocean water stands stagnant and still, as if not even a single drop had spilled out in the earlier commotion. Frank, being a smart man, decides not to think about it too hard. He chalks it up to a nice clean impact. A little reprieve for what's coming.
The Agent lets go of the steering wheel, pale white knuckles regaining what little color they had. He takes a deep breath.
"Bennett," Agent FELLA declares, his voice carrying an odd tension. "We are going to acquire a Mermaid."
"Oh cool." A pause. Then Agent GUY recognizes his partner's tone and puts the pieces together. "Oh. Oh, what the fuck???"
"[i:lit]Yes.[/i:lit]" Frank feels the anger and complete spite bubbling up like black tar somewhere in his lungs. "The Handler threw this crap job right at our faces on the way out. Says we could do it after getting the melk, like it's all too easy." The Agent thumps his foot against the side of car. "[i:lit]I am going to kill myself.[/i:lit]" His friend's ears lower as the weight of the scenario begins to crush down.
"I uh. I don't think I brought enough weapons for this shit. We're not prepared at all, man." GUY is assessing the situation. What was meant to be an easy errand had suddenly turned into an entire operation.
The Agents stare straight ahead towards the City. Then, the sound of GUY's teeth softly grinding fills the van. The two turn to look at each other.
"Frank."
"Bennett."
"Fuck it. We're doing it?"
"Yeah, we're doing it."
"WE BALL?"
"YEAH, WE BALL."
[b:lit]*scream x25[/b:lit]
