Chapter 1: In which Tao wants a pickle
Takeo let out a sigh. It was going to be one of those days… He continued oiling his gun and tried his best to ignore the other person in the room.
"Bwahahahahha!" Tao laughed maniacally.
Without lifting his head, he peered at the hacker from the corner of his vision. Tao was moving round and round, in a gross impersonation of dancing, all while holding an open jar, with its liquid precariously sloshing inside.
"I feel so powerful!" he exclaimed.
"All you did was open a pickle jar."
"Exactly! The power!"
He slowly lifted his face to meet the other's eyes. "Tao, you are a modified human. You could ground that jar to sand if you wanted to." He said seriously.
"Ah~ and that is the point!" Tao smiled. "I could, but I didn't. See?"
Takeo didn't but nodded his head anyway. "Where did you get that anyway?"
"It was just there on that counter."
Takeo sneaked a glance at the suspiciously innocent looking pickle jar. "Don't eat that, it doesn't have a label." he said as Tao froze with a pickle midway from his hand and mouth.
"Knowing the Boss, you'd never know if that was a mutated pickle, or something else that looked like a pickle." They both shuddered. "Or with our luck, it might be for someone else- for him."
"I think I'll just eat some crisps." Tao said as he closed the jar and left it on the counter.