Operation 11: Plan foiled
"Nice suit," I mumbled to Skipper even though my eyes still on the young Mort as he painted my toenails a soft gold.
"Not my style, but it'll have to do till my men come back with mine," Skipper stated as he turned away from the mirror.
"Skipper?" I pulled my eyes away from the slow brush strokes that Mort kept repeatedly doing on my big toe and met Skipper's gaze. Once receiving the bob of his head as a sign to continue, I did so. "What is it you actually do?" I raised a questioning brow as a small grin curved up lightly on the corner of his lips.
"That's classified," He stated.
"Oh come on! After today and your not gunnu tell me!" I huffed lightly.
"You expect me to spill high in-tell about my force and operations to someone that is two days into the induction week?" Skipper flicked a brow up and instantly I felt stupid…I shouldn't have signed up for this job, but what more can I do to get out of it?
"Will I ever find out?" I chimed, using a different approach.
"If you ever gain the trust," He perched his hands behind his back and looked down at me as I snuggled into the large fluffy bathrobe.
"Okay," I nodded.
I really don't plan to be around that long, this job was a mistake, as was the one before it, I wish I could have kept my first job. I loved that place, everything was simple and I stayed in my place; I listened to what I was told and did as asked. I got on fine with my boss and other staff, it was a total breeze but with the new budgets coming in, people had to be let go.
What a mistake, I landed in The Royal Palace, not as grand as it sounds when you meet the boss. Of course Julien, he fancies himself a king…and just plain fancies himself so the name of the hotel was only fitting.
True the hotel is much like a palace; everything was beautifully over done and down to a fine art, if ever you got the chance to stay it was brilliant. The rooms where ace, the food to die for, drinks exquisite and entertainment…well Julien knew what he was doing on that department that's for sure. There are five clubs in total inside the hotel and each one has its own floor, to say the Palace's nightlife was buzzing was an understatement and plain out insulting.
This hotel would be a dream stay and you'd think a brilliant job, but when the boss thinks it's okay for you to work relentless shifts with a five-minute break that you can either use to go to the toilet or eat then, then give you next to no hours another week, something's bound to snap.
I managed it for a while, Maurice was a darling to be around, he was always stuck behind the bar due to the 'king's' never ending thirst so he kept me going when ever I got to speak with him. The man was a miracle in himself, how he managed I'd never know.
Of course there was Marlene, the hotel's life guard and swim instructor. She was lovely and one of my first friends. Granted she's not exactly in my good books at the moment, but she has a heart of gold.
I had to admit I did enjoy it at first, house keeping was easy and I had the chance to dabble in the other parts of the hotel from time to time. But the pay wasn't enough, nor were the hours.
"Another time then," I sighed, pushing a hand through my squeaky clean hair.
"I know what your up too," Skipper spoke slowly as he narrowed his eyes at me.
"Sorry?" I blinked, becoming more alert…and slightly scared.
"You're high strung and childish! You fail to follow orders, have no respect for authority and talk back even though you are a subordinate!" I simply blinked at him in shock; he got it right out of the box! Then again I have been playing up like a spoilt child. "Kowalski! Analysis!" He suddenly barked.
"What? When did they get here?" I mumbled to myself, turning in my chair as the tall, called man strode forwards flipping through a few notes.
"It would seem to be an elaborate plan to get herself fired Skipper," He stated.
"Explain!" Skipper ordered, straitening out slightly.
"The recent tasks and experiences she's had in these short two days have affected her stress levels and caused a negative reaction to the new working environment. She has come to dislike the job already!" Kowalski finished with a close of his note pad and nod to Skipper who had apparently understood every single word that seemed to fly, only too quickly, from his mouth.
"Why not just quit?" Skipper questioned leaning towards me. I felt a soft poke on my arm but shrugged it off, concentrating on answering the big boss.
"I did, I told you if I lived through that little escapade earlier, you could take it as my resignation," I defended.
"Your resignation was denied!" He barked.
"What!?" My chest deflated with disappointment.
"You're involved in our priority operation, so you're staying until it's over!" He once again used the dominating army tone that made me shrink away. "I suggest you accept the hand you're dealt and knock off this little act you've got going," I blinked at the finger he had pointed towards me and managed to swallow the fear somewhat.
"What act?" I mumbled.
"You know what act!" He countered.
"No I don't," I shook my head lightly.
A sudden loud buzz erupted from the small device in Kowalski's hands and the flash from the red L.E.D making him look up and turn to his commanding officer. "That was a lie Skipper," He stated.
"No it wasn't!" I squeaked only to cause another buzz and flash of red.
"Another lie," Kowalski voiced.
After that I decided to shut up, my panic talking really wasn't helping. I just blab things out when I'm angry, panicked, scared, flustered, embarrassed or stressed. It's like a natural defence that never really worked!
"I know exactly what's going through your mind doll, you don't like the job and if you're fired, you get paid off!" Skipper stated simply, narrowing his eyes at me in a suspiciously knowing look.
"That's not what I had planned!" I frowned.
"Lie!" Kowalski chimed, while Skipper raised a brow.
"Okay fine! I read the small print after I managed to escape my first day, I was trying to find any loop holes!" I huffed.
"And you found none!" The tall smart man holding the lie detector grinned.
"No…I'm guessing you're the master mind behind it," I hissed lowly shooting him a look that was the evil twin of thankful.
"You bet cha!" He grinned, pride glowing on his face at the sneaky smarts he had used.
"The only way to get out of this job is if Skipper either accepts your resignation, fires you or you commit an illegal act against this team."
"So why haven't I been fired?" I sighed disappointed my efforts had failed.
"You suit our criteria Lola!" Private chirped with a smile before moving around to stand next to Kowalski. "Plus you are a joy to talk to…well…when you're clam and not, you know stressed and shouting." Private finished with a small shrug. "Also, the other's that tried out for the job didn't even attempt to clear all those files!" He once again beamed.
"Private!" Skipper barked, causing the young man to jump with a surprised yelp.
"Ah! Yes Skippa!" He stumbled out quickly through his burst of panic.
"Don't give out private in-tell about previous employees, it's confidential!" Skipper scolded as the young Private looked down, having now composed him self.
"Sorry Skippa," He added gravely yet with needed control.
I couldn't help it. A small giggle jumped from me which only caused the group to turn to me with questioning looks before glancing to each other for an explanation.
Rico gave a simple shrug, showing his lack of an answer and lack of interest, someone giggling to them self for no apparent reason was nothing to get worked up or worried about in his books.
"What are you giggling about?" Skipper frowned.
"I think she's lost it, Skipper" Kowalski answered and I laughed.
"No, I'm sorry, it's just…Private you're so cute!" I beamed as the sweet-hearted suit flushed a rosy red. "I've just noticed how much your accent takes over when you panic, and Kowalski, you really roll the 'er' when you say Skipper," I quickly added as a side note smiling to the tall man.
"…What…keen observations!" Kowalski finally spoke, his voice a laced with shock and awe. "I've never noticed I do that!"
"Yeah, me neither…" Skipper mumbled lightly to himself, probing his knuckles to his hips while Rico mumbled in his own view with a shrug.
I smiled with a small shrug. "My pronunciation has fallen behind with the amount of times I've moved around, my accent has become mixed to the point I have no specific one," I waved my little discovery away and pointed to the blue patch on my arm. "Can I take this off now or are you going to interrogate me?" I questioned to Kowalski.
"No, feel free," He shook his head and I happily peeled it away from the inside of my elbow where it was positioned over the vein.
"Aw Mort! They are amazing!" I beamed down as the young nail artist sat back and smiled at me. He had put a lovely gold base on my nails and delicately drawn tiger stripes in a glittery black polish finishing of with three gold rhinestones on each of my big toe nails. "Why Julien hates you touching his feet is beyond me," I smiled lightly shaking my head.
"Yay! Your nails, match your outfit!" He declared joyfully.
"What out fit?" I mumbled.
"Well you can't stay in the bathrobe," Skipper stated smugly.
"I'll show you!" Mort jumped up grabbing my hand and pulling me into the next room.
"Skippa?" Privet questioned. "What does Mort mean by outfit?" Private cast a glance up to Skipper who simply grinned.
"All in good time sweet Private," He simply said turning away from the closed door.
"Rico, did you bring my spare?" The lead commando questioned of their weapon's specialist who instantly stood with a chorus of fast mumbled 'yeah's' before he held up a suit bag, protecting the simple black and white colours of Skipper's spare suit.
"Oh you have got to be kidding…" I mumbled looking at the clothes laid out in front of me.
"They go with tonight's theme!" Mort beamed happily.
"What is the theme?" I frowned lightly.
"Jungle cats!" He giggled. "Julien will be the lion!"
"…Hmm king of the jungle…despite living on the savannah," I mumbled with a nod.
"That's right!" Mort sung.
"So I can choose between, retro Barbie's gold hot pants or Princess Jasmine's tiger style dress sense?" I sighed.
"Umm hmm," Mort smiled with a nod.
"Either way they only have a bra for a top," I huffed
"… Well the Jasmine one has more coverage" I shrugged lightly.
"Why am I even dressing up? I don't want to go to the party!" I frowned.
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