>>6135093“Oi, cunt wake up,” You hear through the sound of a rather loud slap on the cheek, your cheek. Ow.
“Sally, what the fuck is wrong with you?” You grumble as you rub the new red mark on your face.
“You told me to wake you when we were ten minutes out.”
“And you could like have shaken my arm? Like a normal person?”
She raises the back of her hand; it’s covered by a gauntlet, but you know the purple mark under it, “And ya couldn’t have not have given me a slave brand? Ya ever think of that? Daft cunt.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have joined a terrorist organization on a whim,” You mutter, “Learn actions have consequences and the fact it’s written in the constitution that prisoners can perform slave labor.”
“And why’d it hafta be an American I was forced to follow?” She sighs in exasperation. Though you’re pretty sure she’s just cranky from another hangover. Ever since the two of you entered this commandeered train, Lorina’s private one technically, all she’s done is drink, sleep, and complain. It’s honestly kinda getting on your nerves. You just shake your head and go to stand near the door to the exit with Sally and the conductor. You’re getting off at a small station in a hamlet that strouted up around the tracks a few miles from the city, and hopefully, nobody will ever find out you’re here. This should be a perfectly clean and by-the-books extraction of an inquisition asset.
If only to make sure the woman you're babysitting didn’t forget why you’re here, you ask, “Sally, can you give me a rundown on our mission?” You carefully try to use your words so you’re not giving her a direct command, and she isn’t forced to answer you outside of her own free will.
She exhales, “We’re stoppin’ few miles outside this Ivern place to before trying to find scouts from a Highland Clan who’ll take us to a tent camp they’re keeping some dude in.”
“Close enough, but we’re not going after ‘some dude’ We’re after the leading supplier of Strangetech to the Inquisition. If we fail, the consequences will be disastrous,” You say as the train starts to slow down.
“Then why’d they only send two guys? That’s pretty fucking retarded of the Inquisition.”
“Because we’re meant to do this mission silently. And because I’ll get the job done, no clue why I’m saddled with you, though.”
“Huh? What kinda guy wouldn’t want to work with a totally hot babe who has to obey their every order?” She says while mockingly fluttering her eyes and stepping closer to you in a manner many a harem protagonist has fallen for.
“You’re laying it on too thick,” You say as you grab her face and force her back. The conductor chortles at her antics, a soft smile on her face. She probably thinks this is antics between friends and not you corralling a drunk, “Now look sharp, we’re… Here…”
