Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to "the invisible man", I am just a
kid, a broke one at that, so no lawsuits ok? OK?
Darien sat at the countertop in his kitchen, watching the microwave slowly cook his breakfast burrito. He had stopped going out for them ever since that rat-in-the-pocket thing. Slowly sipping his open beer, his mind skipped off somewhere thinking of other things, like the times he spent with his brother Kevin when they were kids. When his beeper went off. Quickly looking at the number, he saw it was the Official. Grabbing his half cooked burrito he ran off to do another job. Completely missing the fact that the microwave had not stopped counting down from two minutes.
Waiting in his usual spot for Hobbes to pick him up, Darien slowly chewed the quasi-warm meal. As he took his last bite, the apartment building behind him exploded.
"Aw Crap!" he yelled "MY APARTMENT!" At the moment it had not occurred to him yet that there were other people in the building that could have been affected by the explosion, "I just got a new Microwave too." The tan van pulled up, Hobbes yelling questions Darien could not answer.
The door to Charlie's office opened, the keeper turned around to catch the end of a conversation.
"Listen my friend I am telling you, the breakfast burritos are bad luck. First it was Simon Cole, now your apartment blows up." Bobby was explaining.
"Then why did it happen now and not any of the days between then and now when I had eaten them those mornings too? Huh?" Darien inquired, still a little shaken up.
Hobbes searching for an answer responded, "It was building up Bad Qi" there was an air of uncertainty to his response.
"What do you mean your apartment blew up?" Charlie questioned.
Darien started to inform him on all he knew, which was not much. "I don't know, I was sitting in my apartment making myself a breakfast burrito when you guys called. I grabbed my breakfast half cooked in my new microwave, and as I was eating it my place blew up. That is all I know."
The Official, still not satisfied, pressed for more detail, "How did it blow up?"
"Like this: BOOM!" Darien responded with more of an attitude than was normal.
After a while the conversation finally arrived at the reason for summoning him, A tip was made of an assassination attempt for everyone that worked for the agency.
Darien sat at the countertop in his kitchen, watching the microwave slowly cook his breakfast burrito. He had stopped going out for them ever since that rat-in-the-pocket thing. Slowly sipping his open beer, his mind skipped off somewhere thinking of other things, like the times he spent with his brother Kevin when they were kids. When his beeper went off. Quickly looking at the number, he saw it was the Official. Grabbing his half cooked burrito he ran off to do another job. Completely missing the fact that the microwave had not stopped counting down from two minutes.
Waiting in his usual spot for Hobbes to pick him up, Darien slowly chewed the quasi-warm meal. As he took his last bite, the apartment building behind him exploded.
"Aw Crap!" he yelled "MY APARTMENT!" At the moment it had not occurred to him yet that there were other people in the building that could have been affected by the explosion, "I just got a new Microwave too." The tan van pulled up, Hobbes yelling questions Darien could not answer.
The door to Charlie's office opened, the keeper turned around to catch the end of a conversation.
"Listen my friend I am telling you, the breakfast burritos are bad luck. First it was Simon Cole, now your apartment blows up." Bobby was explaining.
"Then why did it happen now and not any of the days between then and now when I had eaten them those mornings too? Huh?" Darien inquired, still a little shaken up.
Hobbes searching for an answer responded, "It was building up Bad Qi" there was an air of uncertainty to his response.
"What do you mean your apartment blew up?" Charlie questioned.
Darien started to inform him on all he knew, which was not much. "I don't know, I was sitting in my apartment making myself a breakfast burrito when you guys called. I grabbed my breakfast half cooked in my new microwave, and as I was eating it my place blew up. That is all I know."
The Official, still not satisfied, pressed for more detail, "How did it blow up?"
"Like this: BOOM!" Darien responded with more of an attitude than was normal.
After a while the conversation finally arrived at the reason for summoning him, A tip was made of an assassination attempt for everyone that worked for the agency.