Once again, I don't own any Final Fantasy stuff at all: that includes names, places, logos, ideas, and stuff. I'm just a simple author who loves the series. Just wanted to give credit here to a morning radio show in my area for the taking-a-test-while-drunk idea. I think that was from the Morning After Show (don't ask me for the w-number). Either it was that one or the Fiasco Show; I can't keep them straight cause the people all sound the same: two men and a lady with a voice like she's been smoking too long.
Chapter 2: Operation: Identity Card!
We worked out a plan. Elena was going to distract him, Rude would keep watch, and I would swipe the card. It was perfect. However, our boss was more calculating than we could imagine.
All three of us were to go up to him and randomly sprout nonsense. After all, the card was in his pocket. I haven't practiced pick-pocketing in a while, but I'm confident my skills would come back in a flash.
Elena went first while we peered curiously around the wall corner. Yes, we found him somewhere other than his office: a lonely hallway.
"Hello, Tseng, sir! Good morning isn't it?"
"Hello Elena." If we messed this up, he'd be in such a rage we have never seen.
"Guess what? My brother's coming out this weekend."
"Oh, I didn't know you had a brother."
"Well, sort of. He's not really. He's more of a half-brother. Quite tall and quiet." This was Rude's cue. This was the way we were going to get at his jacket pocket. He walked up while looking down at his watch, pretending it was broken. The beauty of it was that he was walking with a cup of black coffee in the other hand. "Not seeing where he was going", Rude spattered the coffee all over the back of Tseng's jacket. Elena's surprise was part real and part forced; she didn't think he would actually do it. Tseng's face was priceless, and yes, I did shoot a quick picture with our tiny camera.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't see where I was going," went Rude's lines.
"Maybe it would help if you didn't wear sunglasses inside the building," said Tseng with the edge of anger. My turn now.
"Wow, what happened here? Oh, I see. Here boss, let me take your coat for you," I offered. He looked bemused at seeing all three of us surrounding him like chocobos to greens.
"I can manage, thank you."
"No really sir, allow me to wash it for you."
"Hmph…well, it's nice to see you sober once in a while." I saw Elena mouthing the word "burn." I remained quiet; you just gotta in certain situations, and when you haven't apologized for being drunk at a test and you're about to steal your boss' card from his jacket, you should stay quiet.
He shrugged it off and handed it to me. I said something along the lines of "thank you" and went off (not too fast 'cause that would be suspicious) in the direction of the bathrooms. When I was out of site, I quickly ran into the secret hallway and stood admiring my prize. My face quickly fell once I had checked and rechecked the pocket for our boss' ID. Where was the freakin' card? I looked all over to see if his uniform coat had any secret pockets mine didn't have, but it was all the same. No ID after all that trouble.
short, because I like short. Next one tomorrow! READ AND REVIEW, s'il vous plaît!
