So, I'm a little slow with posting this... sorry. School's back in session, so production is slowed (also I want this to be perfect).

"So she really is a jumper." Lazerus laughed as he looked over the data-pad.

"Yeah, and I behaved like a bitch with her." I sighed, wandering around the store part of the building.

"There's a time where you don't?" He spoke in a teasing tone.

"Believe it or not, I actually do end up talking to people, other than you." I stuck my tongue at him, grabbing a cup for the slushy machine.

"Do you even consider Omega as a person?"

"Yeah? Well fuck you, too!" Omega spoke though my voice as I held my free hand above my head, middle finger extended.

"No need to be an ass." He muttered under his breath, throwing... something... into the microwave.

"He's an ass to everyone." I laughed, capping the cup of blue slush and setting it to the side in order to make another.

"Not you."

"Even me. He's the fucking AI of hatred and all other forms of 'ass-dom.'"

"Damn straight." The AI growled under his breath before transferring himself to my data pad, hopefully to help Lazerus find any necessary files. Though it's true that he sorts it so that the files are easier for me to find them, often it's a method impossible for anyone else.

"How do you find anything without Omega?" My colleague laughed, watching the screen intently.

"He's configured it for optimal capability." I shrugged, looking over the cold drinks, "Do we have any tequila left?" I walked over to the counter, looking over the assortment of bottles.

"You're not getting drunk, tonight."

"Oh please." I laughed, running my fingers over the many shapes and sizes of glass, "I just need a bit of a buzz right now. It'll help me relax."

"And why should I allow this?" He scoffed, looking up from the data-pad in his hands, "I am in charge of you until the doctors say you're fine on your own."

"Psh... Because we're in fucking Mexico?"

"We've been in 'fucking Mexico' for the past..." He stared off in space, "Fuck. How old am I?"

"Don't ask me." I let an airy chuckle escape my lips as I found the bottle I had been looking for, "I haven't celebrated a birthday in too long, and that was in a prison. I remember being forty... and then twenty... I'm thirty now, right? And you died before me..."

"Technically, I died after y-"

"Physically, you jumped before me... in both instances." I sighed, taking my own slushed concoction, that had been seventy-five percent full, and filling the remainder with alcohol, "Let's catch back up with our prisoner, shall we?" I laughed, setting the bottle down and grabbing two straws.

"Only if you don't tell her she's prisoner." He sighed.

"Technically she is a prisoner." Omega retorted before returning to my head, "We don't know her, nor do we trust her." He used my voice to communicate to Lazerus, a dark chuckle escaping my throat, "That and she's trapped in the basement."

"Don't make this sound like a crime." The post-medic dropped his head a bit, "This is regular procedure."

"... You left her in the basement. Alone." I glared daggers into the man before me, handing him the drinks in my hand.

"Yes. Why?"

I opened the door to the basement, pressing my fingers against my hip.

"Don't come any closer!" Emily yelled, lurking in the shadows to the room, "I have a gun!"

"Oh, please." I laughed, inching a bit further into the poorly lit room, "I know every single thing we leave in this workshop, none of them being a gun, so how about you come out here slowly."

"Why should I listen to you?" Her voice was like that of a hissing kettle.

"Because you're a jumper." I laughed, "If we wanted to kill you, we wouldn't have the satisfaction of knowing you're dead."

I waited a moment. Footsteps sounded from in front of me, then suddenly came to a halt. The shape of the girl appeared, but the features were missing.

She began charging after me, a knife in her hand.

I quickly took my gun from its holster, pointing it straight at the girl. The motion was nearly reflexive.

She came to a sudden stop, watching me with her cold, dead eyes.

"Listen, I warned you." I laughed, "Now, drop my knife, or else I'm going to have to to shoot your ass and cremate you."

"What if I want to hold on to the knife?" Her voice, colder than her eyes, had the ability to make my stomach drop, "You know, for any sort of self-defensive purposes."

I observed the girl for a while, walking along the wall for a bit. I put my other hand onto a table behind me, examining each item through touch. I found my Swiss Army Knife and slowly placed it on the ground.

"Alright." I sighed, kicking the knife over to her, "Now, give me back the other knife."

She hesitated a bit, but eventually complied.

"Now," I lowered my gun, putting it back onto my hip-holster, "that wasn't to hard, was it?"

"I still don't trust you." She glowered at me, shoving her new weapon into her pocket.

I looked over at the chair that remained in the center of the room.

"What's in the bag?" I motioned toward the satchel underneath the seat.

"What? You didn't rifle through it?" She spoke with a heavy amount of sarcasm in her voice.

"Had no reason to." I shrugged, "You're entitled to your privacy, you know."

She looked over to her bag for a moment, before returning her focus to me, "Spare transceivers." Her tone was blunt as she continued to study me, "They bind to the 'jumper gene,' as you'd call it, making it possible to create a trajectory during the 'jump.'"

"You figured that out?" I laughed, seating myself onto the ground, "We concluded that 'impossible.'"

"It's a very complex system." She sighed, dropping to the floor, "Took me fifty years to actually figure it out... and another twenty in order to justify the difference in the flow of time."

"So, this isn't your first jump?"

"Niet." She stretched her arms upward, "I've seen many different worlds. One where the Nazi's won World War II, another where all the water in Michigan dried up, and-"

"Wait. Did you say Michigan dried up?"

"Yeah, why?"

I felt a smile of relief come across my features, "That's my world! Tell me, what's its real name? Do you know?"

"Umm..." She stared at the ceiling for a moment, "Seventy-eight, Gamma, negative thirty-two Kappa."

"Alright." I tapped my nose, satisfaction across my face, "I'll remember that! Maybe even get it engraved on a ring!"

She watched me for a short while, obviously trying not to smile by the way the corners of her mouth twitched.

"Let me offer a proposition for you." She tilted her head to the side a bit, showing off such insanity I had familiarized her with, "You and that Laser guy help me with my research. We can travel the whole Quasi-infinity, together!"

"Hm..." I looked up toward the low ceiling, crossing my arms over my torso, "Love the offer, but..."

"But what?" Her voice became dark and venomous.

"Well," I raised the corners of my mouth a bit, "I need you to take me somewhere before anything else."

Getting interesting, huh? What does Chele have in store? How does Lazerus feel about Michele and Emily making a deal without consulting him? Why am I even asking these questions in the first place? Find out next time on Controlled Transportation!