Friday Banshee
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lavandarlizard2Ahhhh...! It's good when you survive another week. ^___^
BFB – Part 103 – Crazy is as Crazy Does
Trowa and Wufei wandered back a bit later; Trowa looking a lot less spazzed-out. I assumed there was at least a double shot of caffeine in his coffee. He paused to murmur in my ear, “No worries, Duo. I know she flirts, but it always makes me feel weird when I hear about it second hand. Sorry for being a dick.”
“Hey, no problem, Tro! I’d probably feel the same way.” He rubbed his cheek against mine and grinned, before heading back to his own desk.
“Besides,” said Wufei quietly to Trowa, continuing a previous conversation; “You love kids and what better way to get revenge on Cathy than to over-sugar, over-caffeinate and over-spoil her future off-spring?” Trowa gave him a wide-eyed look and then frowned thoughtfully.
“I hadn’t thought of that…”
I wondered briefly if I should warn Cathy. Nah; she’s a big girl. She can deal with her brother and his enabler.
Inazuma had brought a chair over to my desk and we’d begun sorting out who would be doing what when. I wasn’t watching the time, so when Tiffany called for attention, I was surprised at how much we’d accomplished in such a short time.
“Lady and gentlemen; Q just called. They will be here in about ten minutes. Debriefing in Q’s office. Duo has schedules for us for the next day or two.” She raised an eyebrow at me and I waved the pages. “Good. Everyone collect your schedule and head down to Q’s office.”
Everyone filed past my desk to pick up a list for the next day. I made sure to thank everyone profusely; they didn’t have to help me, after all.
I was about to follow when a thought threw itself into the forefront of my consciousness and I made a sound that will not be called a squeal. Fuck!
“Lawyer!” I yelled. “I forgot to call the lawyer! Oh, shit!”
I started digging in my bag for the card Beren had given me. Everyone was staring at me in confusion. “Here it is!” I grabbed my phone and started to dial, but Tiffany plucked the card from my hand.
“No, you are off the clock as of now. Inazuma can call the lawyer.” She handed the business card to the Elf as I goggled at her. “In fact, Trowa, do you know this person?”
He glanced over Zuma’s shoulder at the card. “Oh, sure. That’s Sean’s honey.”
“Excellent! You can call him, after Zuma explains why you’ll be calling. Perhaps the vampire would like to speak with him.”
“Okay. Yeah, he and Sean will go crazy over a real, live – um… dead vampire.”
I managed to get my mouth closed. “Damn… Thanks, guys. Hey, give him my number, so he can call me with any questions.”
“Will do,” she smirked. “But not tonight.” She tilted her head toward the French doors.
Heero was standing on the balcony.
BFB – Part 103 – Crazy is as Crazy Does
Trowa and Wufei wandered back a bit later; Trowa looking a lot less spazzed-out. I assumed there was at least a double shot of caffeine in his coffee. He paused to murmur in my ear, “No worries, Duo. I know she flirts, but it always makes me feel weird when I hear about it second hand. Sorry for being a dick.”
“Hey, no problem, Tro! I’d probably feel the same way.” He rubbed his cheek against mine and grinned, before heading back to his own desk.
“Besides,” said Wufei quietly to Trowa, continuing a previous conversation; “You love kids and what better way to get revenge on Cathy than to over-sugar, over-caffeinate and over-spoil her future off-spring?” Trowa gave him a wide-eyed look and then frowned thoughtfully.
“I hadn’t thought of that…”
I wondered briefly if I should warn Cathy. Nah; she’s a big girl. She can deal with her brother and his enabler.
Inazuma had brought a chair over to my desk and we’d begun sorting out who would be doing what when. I wasn’t watching the time, so when Tiffany called for attention, I was surprised at how much we’d accomplished in such a short time.
“Lady and gentlemen; Q just called. They will be here in about ten minutes. Debriefing in Q’s office. Duo has schedules for us for the next day or two.” She raised an eyebrow at me and I waved the pages. “Good. Everyone collect your schedule and head down to Q’s office.”
Everyone filed past my desk to pick up a list for the next day. I made sure to thank everyone profusely; they didn’t have to help me, after all.
I was about to follow when a thought threw itself into the forefront of my consciousness and I made a sound that will not be called a squeal. Fuck!
“Lawyer!” I yelled. “I forgot to call the lawyer! Oh, shit!”
I started digging in my bag for the card Beren had given me. Everyone was staring at me in confusion. “Here it is!” I grabbed my phone and started to dial, but Tiffany plucked the card from my hand.
“No, you are off the clock as of now. Inazuma can call the lawyer.” She handed the business card to the Elf as I goggled at her. “In fact, Trowa, do you know this person?”
He glanced over Zuma’s shoulder at the card. “Oh, sure. That’s Sean’s honey.”
“Excellent! You can call him, after Zuma explains why you’ll be calling. Perhaps the vampire would like to speak with him.”
“Okay. Yeah, he and Sean will go crazy over a real, live – um… dead vampire.”
I managed to get my mouth closed. “Damn… Thanks, guys. Hey, give him my number, so he can call me with any questions.”
“Will do,” she smirked. “But not tonight.” She tilted her head toward the French doors.
Heero was standing on the balcony.
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Date: 2010-12-08 03:17 am (UTC)Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away, I worked for a quasi-governmental agency located aboard a Marine Corps base. This agency made a habit of hiring recently-retired Marines to work in management; generally gunnery sergeant and above. Some of them were okay folks, but a few were the aforementioned blood relatives of the big wheezing guy himself.
Master Guns (E-9, the highest enlisted rank) are generally not found in admin situations; it's a field rank and they generally don't play well in confinement.
Sergeant Majors (also E-9, but on the admin side), on the other hand, are master admins. They often feel they've earned that star on their arm and nobody better forget it. The worst one I ever worked for was a tinpot Napoleon who never missed an opportunity to threaten or browbeat an employee.
Now, I am a fairness nut. Doesn't matter what the law/rule says; I react to what is fair. It's embarrassing when I feel obligated to defend someone I detest, but you know, fair's fair. I went way over the top a few times, stalking the little tyrant to his own office and letting him have it after he made someone in my office cry. This does not sit well with retired Sergeant Majors. His usual threat of "I'll see to it that your husband's command knows about this!" no longer worked for me, as the husband was long gone. So he resorted to calling me a liar. I made a trip to HR with a formal complaint. These things happened three or four times; if he'd had a Death Star he probably would have blown up my car. ^___^ Eventually, I reached the end of my enormous patience and checked out. I understand he dropped dead a few months later. ^___^ Totally not my fault. The voodoo doll was just a joke. Really. ^_~ I swear.