"I don't understand why you're driving such a hard bargain." A slender man in a black fedora sat with his legs crossed at a large desk in an otherwise empty room. The windows were boarded up and only occasional sun beams seeped through.
The teens looked at each other for an explanation.
Sheldone answered. "We broke."
The man looked puzzled and Jordan and Anthony face palmed.
"Oh my bad." Sheldone momentarily retracted his statement. "We broke... Sir."
Frankie took over speaking. "I'll negotiate from now on." Anthony stopped him.
"You're gonna tryn trade Kristen in for a job you're not talking."
"Actually that's a good idea." Frankie got excited. "Do you take people for jobs?"
"Slave trade? I'll pay you for her but I can't give you work." The man stroked his goatee.
Tyler defended Kristen. "Frankie's statement is void, he doesn't speak for all of us."
"Is this a democracy? I don't think so." Frankie combated his point and they started bickering, Sheldone broke it up.
"This a monarchy and I'm king, I own your house bitch boy." Sheldone stepped back up as lead negotiator. "Sir dude, we really don't care what job it is, I'm a large
black man which makes me right away intimidating, same with Jordan, Anthony is Crazy he stares at shit for long periods of time. Look at that cold emotionless face, you don't know what he thinkin'."
It got silent and everyone stared at Anthony who snapped back to reality. "What."
Kristen mumbled "Attention Deficit..." Under her breath.
"See what I mean Mr. Sir dude, and then Casey is so innocent he's a perfect distraction. These 2 goof balls over here." Sheldone looked at Tyler and Frankie.
Tyler started talking. "I can knock someone the fuck out and Frankie is good with Computers and he's a good marksmen. He's a good planner too."
The man leaned back. "That covers the men but what about this young beauty with you." He aimed his attention toward Kristen.
"Me?" She blushed and giggled.
"No the roaches on the ground you fucking idiot." Frankie came at her.
"You would know about roaches wouldn't you, Man Child." She laughed and everyone started flipping out.
"Burnnnnnnn... She got your ass Francis." Tyler was dying laughing.
Casey looked around confused. "I don't get it."
"Frankie's a Jet Fiend." Anthony answered and Casey nodded his head indicating he understood.
"HEY!" The man stood up yelling grabbing their attention. "God holy fucking shit you're honestly the weirdest group of teenagers I've ever met."
Sheldone pointed at his pants. "You're zippers undone... wait was you getting head under there?"
The man grumbled "Get out..."
Sheldone turned his ear toward him. "I can't hear you."
He yelled louder this time. "GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT! ALL OF YOU!"
"Naw." Frankie lit a cigarette. "Want one?" He offered one to him to calm him down.
The man was about to flip for the third time and thought twice. "Please." He nodded and slammed his head on his desk.
He took his fedora off and ran his hands through his hair. "Listen... I'm not doubting your capabilities... Wait I lied, I am... You're all just too young."
It was quiet again. Then he spoke once more. "I lied again. I could find some use for you all. Are you aware of the Courier?"
They all nodded and Kristen looked around searching for answers.
"He's like a god or some shit, he got shot in the head and didn't die. Plus I heard a rumor that he can stop time and teleport." Tyler explained who he was to her.
"Highly illogical." She snarled.
The man wiped the sweat from his brow. "I heard somewhere he has a... soft spot for... young... um... busty women." He looked at Kristen "He's currently at the Atomic Wrangler drinking himself to death. You." He pointed at her. "Flirt with him, get information and report it back to me."
Everyone shifted there attention to her waiting for a response.
"Flirt? I um... What would I say."
"Be witty." He answered.
"Do I say his test scores are probably good, and his graph reports are probably long... and the equations are hard."
The silence was deafening and Frankie broke it. "What in the fuck did they teach you in that vault."
"Right." Tyler agreed.
The man started rummaging through his desk and then handed her a tiny capsule. "Take this."
She studied it before taking it. "Rohypnol? Why would I need this."
"Excuse me, this is a Roofie."
"Regardless, why would I need this."
"Get him upstairs, promise him sex and pop this in his drink, hes wasted so he won't notice. It'll knock him out and you can go through his notes and pockets."
"What am I looking for?"
"A sealed envelope."
"A sealed envelope?" She raised an eyebrow.
"No. A jet pack. He literally just said it do you question everything." Frankie shook his head.
"Yes an envelope." The man stood up. "Get going hes probably gonna leave soon."
She nodded and stood up. Anthony stood up next. "I'm going with her."
"I have something separate for all of you." The man stopped him.
"She'll get killed or raped, I'm going with her." The man nodded and he exited with her.
"Anthony's gonna get himself killed." Jordan laughed.
The man got the groups attention back. "You 5, how would you like to break stuff."
They looked at each other. Frankie answered. "Continue..."
"Great, we're gonna have a lot of fun..." The man grinned and turned around in his chair ashing his cigarette...
