"A mission to Germany, huh...that's pretty far, for the jobs you've been handling lately." OBR ponders briefly, tossing me a can of Heineken from a small fridge in the corner of her office. It's not her office, per se, but as OBR is evidently the only T-Doll on site, she's been handling whatever logistical matters concerns our little corner of the Air Reserve base.
"It is. Honestly, I was a bit surprised by it myself," I nod back, cracking open a cold one with OBR, though OBR, being the good girl that she is, declines to join me in consuming alcohol and instead twists open a small bottle of cherry Coca-Cola. I've taken a seat in front of her desk in a dinky little plastic folding chair while she resumes her own seat behind the desk, in a slightly upgraded option of an armless swivel chair. "And by the way, I hope Colt doesn't see you with that."
OBR laughs heartily. "You wanna know something funny? She was actually here for a day last week; she needed a day's rest before going off to another assignment over in Montana."
"Layover?"
"Yeah. I gave her a Coke can from the fridge, just a regular one." She motions over to the small fridge from which she's produced our drinkable goods.
"But'cha just couldn't show her the cherry one, huh."
"It's my favorite. I can't let Colt see it, or else it'll be gone the instant I turn my back to the fridge."
"Actually, I thought just regular Coke was her favorite?"
"Only because it's the most common. But she'll kill for any variety, especially when she's been binging on nothing but regular for more than a week."
"Sorry that you have to put up with her, haha."
"Nah, not at all, it means I get to snag a Coke or two off her every time she shows up."
We pause to each take a swig of our drinks.
"And it's not like I can just walk off site to go pick up a six pack or something, either," OBR sighs, typing rapidly on a laptop that's angled so that she and I can still talk normally.
"But I thought you could walk around whenever. It's not like the base's rules apply to us."
"Well, it's not because I can't. It's just..." OBR awkwardly glances down at herself.
"You walk all around base like that, though."
"Y-Yeah, but...everyone here knows me, and vice versa. I feel comfortable here, but outside the base it's..."
"Then just pull your blazer up. Shouldn't be a big deal. You have it for a reason, right?"
"...I think I'm more comfortable just asking the quartermaster to go get us stuff..."
I set down my can of Heineken. "You been takin' care of yourself here? I don't think you've had an assignment for a while now."
"Oh yeah, I've been fine. Do you miss the times when we'd deploy together?"
"Sometimes..." I sigh quietly, closing my eyes and leaning back in my chair. Well, more like slumping a little in it. "...I think about it sometimes."
OBR smiles just a little bit; it feels like a smile that she wants to hide, but the sheer happiness she feels is causing the smile to leak out somewhat.
"Yeah...I think about it sometimes too. Those days were fun."
"Not sure if I'd call them 'fun', necessarily..."
"But you get what I mean."
I sip on my Heineken again, reminiscing about our assignments together.
"BASE jumping out of a hundred plus story skyscrapers, busting narcotics rings, car chases with drug lords and drug dealers, and nonstop visits to every 7-11 and gas station store along the way."
OBR nods, smiling wide this time. "Those were fun, yeah. Now it's just writing reports and making sure this place doesn't run itself into the ground without anyone."
"Hm, I guess getting out there is better than staying holed up here."
"It's not that bad. But yeah, others would stop by every now and then and we'd talk about what they've been up to, and it kinda makes me wish I'd get deployed too on something."
"You're good enough, you know? Just ask Kalina to get you hooked up. You could make a bit more cash that way too. In fact, I'm surprised you haven't been more proactive in that."
"Well, I did ask Kalina, but she told me that she really needed me here since I was the only readily available T-Doll at hand at the time that she asked me. If she didn't have to go back and forth from DC, she wouldn't've minded giving me my own assignment since she'd be able to look after this place on her own."
"Not to mention, but everyone else's taking all your assignments, since they've all been taking up more and more while you've just been stuck here. Like they're all off buildin' their own reps and paychecks while you get to sit here and watching everyone else take your work."
"Ehhh, it's fine, though. I'm not so bothered by it."
"If you say so..."
"How about you? How've the last few gone so far?" OBR asks in kind as I chug the rest of my Heineken.
"All of them were bad ones, well, except for the last one, but excluding that, they weren't that great. All I did was hunt down some more baddies who had a basement where they were cooking meth and some other shit in there, and they tried making it look like the inside of a goddamn saloon or something to cover it up, so that it wouldn't be found out as easily. Too bad they never thought to think to themselves and go 'but won't a saloon make us even more obvious'..."
"So this job's gonna be a nice change of pace for you?"
"Hopefully. If it weren't for the fact that my client for that was paying me really well for that, I would've been offended."
OBR chuckles, typing at her laptop while taking a swig from her cherry Coke.
"You're still at the top of our leaderboards, right? In cash earned."
"And I plan to keep it that way."
Suddenly, the door to the relatively small and cozy office opens. OBR, who doesn't have quite the level of electronic peripherals that normal T-Dolls do, looks up in surprise at the unexpected visitor, while I just sigh again and finish the rest of my Heineken.
"Not if I have anything to say about it ~ " DSR-50 coos over at me as she sets her own bag down next to the doorway to head over to me and give me a hug from behind. "I just need another two months, and I'll be the new top mercenary in G&K."
I can't help but feel a bit irritated as she gives me a hug, since I can feel her enormous boobs press against the top of my back first, but it's hard to stay irritated when her arms tighten softly against my own chest and I feel DSR nuzzle her lips against the top of my head.
"Why're you so late, DSR?" I ask, feigning annoyance and looking straight up at DSR's face upside down. "You were supposed to be here like twenty mikes ago."
"Bad traveling weather. What else would it be? It's not as if us T-Dolls are the ones being late, either."
"I heard on the news that the weather's been bad for flights these days..." OBR adds.
"Yeah, it's been a bit on the rougher sides of things. I've been jammed up a couple of times in the past few weeks," I confirm to vouch for DSR before turning to her. She's a very tall girl, at least by T-Doll standards, standing at five foot ten, or around 178cm; she's easily the tallest Demon Hunter that G&K has, and for good reason, given the rifle she carries. She has her usual uniform on: the gray, black, and red pleated skirt, blouse, and necktie topped off by her small black plain beret and her black half-cape with a red interior. It also seems like she still hasn't given up her style of leggings, essentially wearing only one on her right and leaving her left leg coverless, exposed in all its vain beauty to the eyes of onlooking men and women alike. So many things that I can take fault with when it comes to her uniform...but the one thing that I secretly kind of wish I had too is that cape. God, it looks so cool, especially on someone like DSR who has that mature, femme fatale atmosphere to her...I could probably never pull off that cape as well as she can, as much as it pains me to admit. "How was Milwaukee?"
"Effortless. My assignment couldn't have gone better; it's the reason why I'm able to join everyone for our next assignment," DSR smiles warmly down at me. Even her moderate German accent is enticing; many T-Dolls, not just me, have made the accusation to DSR that she'll cause people to think that having a German accent is much sexier than it really is from most people, which she always gets a good laugh out of. Unlike me, since I don't speak with any accent whatsoever, though I do speak fluent German as part of my T-Doll identity. "I presume the others haven't arrived yet?"
"No, we're still waiting for them."
"And I don't imagine you have been here long?"
"Nuh-uh, just got here like half an hour ago."
"Very good, then I'll go put away my things. But first, Walther, I have something for youuuuu ~ "
As I turn around to face her again to see what she's talking about, DSR reaches into her pocket.
"Ta-da ~ ! Your absolute favorite!" DSR proclaims cheerfully, and on her palm sits what is indeed my absolute favorite food in the world, a cup of chocolate Häagen-Dazs ice cream; she's even brought me a little wooden eating spoon that rides on top of the ice cream cup's lid.
"Y-You didn't have to go out of your way to get this for me, I could've gotten one for myself...!" I stammer, unable to stop the blood in my face from rushing straight to my cheeks out of embarrassment; DSR is one of quite a few other T-Dolls who know my weakness to chocolate ice cream and therefore use it as a way to tease me, though in most cases such as this they're more or less benign and end with me getting more chocolate ice cream, which I'll never object to.
"Now, now, Walther, we all know that you're too busy taking your assignments seriously to go out there and buy some ice cream for yourself," DSR corrects me, practically shoving the ice cream into my hands. "But besides, a good girl like you shouldn't be smoking and drinking so much. You haven't been doing too much of either these days, I hope?"
"Er - y-yeah, no, I uh - " I stammer even harder, making DSR pout since it's obvious that I'm trying to hide the truth.
"That's no good...we need you to take better care of yourself as our echelon leader. Being a T-Doll doesn't mean you shouldn't take care of your body," DSR frowns a little, like she's a mother gently reprimanding her child.
"...old habits die hard, what else can I say..." I murmur, opening up the chocolate ice cream that DSR's gotten me. The clean, smooth surface of the firm, heavenly brown ice cream awaits my spoon as it's exposed to the office's lights above. DSR leans in a little to whisper almost silently in German,
"I've said this before, but please don't drink and smoke too much...you'll let your beautiful looks go to waste."
She quickly draws back as if she hasn't said anything to announce, "And with that done, I'll be off ~ you know where to find me."
And just as swiftly as she's entered, DSR elegantly exits, leaving me in my seat still savoring each and every bite of precious chocolate ice cream like it's my last and OBR behind her desk as she closes her laptop, having finished whatever work she had on there.
"For DSR to be here too for the same assignment..." OBR murmurs, glancing over at me cautiously. "Is this another Hunt?"
Hunt is the phrase T-Dolls use to describe assignments given only to First Echelon, or the Demon Hunters.
I nod quietly. "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but honestly I don't think it matters since you already know about us. I just can't tell you the details of what we're doing, though..."
"Fair enough. Just make sure not to drink too much while you're in Germany."
"Oh c'mon, what's with you and DSR always warning me not to drink so much," I pout back at my fellow rifle T-Doll.
OBR scratches the back of her head awkwardly. "Well...every time you stop by here, you always leave an empty bottle of something, usually Jack, that I have to clean up. I didn't think much about it at first, but then I asked Kalina just nonchalantly about it, and she said that there's a chance that you might have a drinking problem..."
"It's not a problem. It's a hobby, I don't know why everyone keeps thinking I drink myself to sleep every night," I retort while the wooden spoon is still in my lips. Little does OBR know, that's something that I actually have done on more than one occasion.