"Status report, 270." Teammate, 816, sent over the connecting frequency, his sharp demanding tone jerked on my non-existent patience. "The target hasn't moved in over an hour and, just so you know, my legs are beginning to ache from all this crouching!"
At the end of my complaint I attempted in vain to shift into a more comfortable position on top of an abandoned gas station in the middle of nowhere. Desert and the occasional tree cluster stretched on for miles, the afternoon sun warmed the back of my suit adding to my discomfort. Across the highway a small family owned diner sat innocently completely out of place with the scenery.
"Quite your whining 270, 495 report the incoming disruption, I want to hurry up and get this finished." Turning my head slightly I glared at the spot I believed 816 was concealed. Next to the diner was a small area of trees that seemed to give a small relief from the relentless sun. My glare turned from annoyed to jealous at his luck. "The target is destined to slip and fall in a puddle, a female waitress will help him up and the rest is set."
"That's it! This mission is for new recruits, not us!" I felt two sets of eyes staring at me and I huffed but kept myself from continuing my rant so 495 could finish his report. Though from the tone of his voice he wasn't interested in the mission in the least.
"As I was saying, someone has been so kind as to put down a wet floor sign unexpectedly, which could ruin everything. Our assignment is to make sure the sign does not do its job."
Missions such as these are for new agents fresh out of training, not us! We've been in the field for years now and for us to be assigned such a simple mission is basically an insult!
"Well if our mission is to make sure some guy falls on his face, allow me so we can get out of this dimension!"
As I moved stiffly out of my poor imitation of a sitting bird, 816 obnoxiously began to yell.
"Try not to be such an idiot 270, and use your malfunctioning brain for once!"
Malf- this jacka**!
"Why don't you shut your malfunctioning mouth, before I come over to the twigs your hiding in and shut it for you!"
I noticed a shift in the leaves of the trees where I believed 816 was, confirming my earlier assumption, and felt a pair of eyes attempting to burn a hole through my standing frame.
"Why you-!"
"There is no time for that you two, the target has began to move towards the location!"
495's scolding tone broke me from my violent thoughts and drew my attention back to the target, which had in fact made his way to the register to supposedly pay for his meal. From here I could only see that the target closely resembled a lumberjack, with his plaid flannel shirt, brown hair smothered beneath a baseball cap, and a neatly trimmed beard.
"I got this one, guys! You two hang back this mission will be over before you can say timber!"
An with out a moments hesitation I flipped off the gas station roof, showing off to a group of people who couldn't see me, and landed in a roll. Quickly jumping to my feet, I walked casually towards the diner's double doors. Only pausing to throw another glare in 816's direction once hearing his sarcastic "timber". Pushing open the doors with unnecessary force, simultaneously breaking protocol, I paused to take in the diner from another view. It seemed like an 80's themed diner, complete with the red leather booths and checkered floor. The occupants stared in my direction, some immediately turned back to what they were doing, brushing my appearance off as the wind. While others continued to stare in utter confusion, not seeing anyone to have opened the door. I only chuckled quietly behind my mask and made my way to the wet floor sign. Watching as Lumberjack paid his bill, I shifted the sign behind a convenient corner that lead to a set of bathrooms.
Feeling successful and seeing the approach of Lumberjack I made my way out of the diner this time less obviously, walking towards the trees that hid 816 I leaned against the bark. Turning towards the diner windows in time to see Lumberjack's epic face-plant, I burst into loud laughter causing 816 to jump and fall to the ground with a loud thud. My laughter turning uncontrollable, and I could even hear 495 chuckling. I heard more movement and guessed it was 816 straightening himself out.
"Lets just get out of here."
The way 816 spoke it seemed as if he were pouting.
" I agree"
"Yeah lets get out of here!" No sooner had I finished my words of agreement, a familiar tug formed around my body. Pulling me from everywhere but at the same time nowhere, and with the unnatural feeling came a complete shut down of my sense. My sight consisted of darkness with vague flashes of color, while everything else was non-existent. I could remember when I had my first transport, how I freaked out, and had something similar to a panic attack. Now all I could think of is that this is the only way back to the place I considered home.
_Authors Note_
Okay, I know that you people probably have a lot of questions. And hopefully they will be answered in the chapters coming up. This began as an annoying plot bunny and just grew to the point that I had to write it down! So hopefully the plot bunny will stay until the end! I believe that reviews are to a writer like batteries to the Energizer bunny! They are precious~ So please leave a review! And a review can be anything a comment, a question, a smiley face, or all three!
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