Watch the Watcher die
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"Miss. Harris?"
Felizita knew the voice the instant she unlocked, knocked and entered. It was Miss Pauling, the Administers assistant. Felizita hated her. And if hate was a too strong a word, she absolutely loathed her.
"How are you holding?" Miss Pauling smiled, her voice was as sweet and cheery as a day at the fairground.
Felizita, wishing she could cut Pauling's voice-box out with a rusty butter knife, simply scowled.
"I've been trapped in this room for hours. How do you think I am?"
Miss Pauling, stepped to the side and directed to the open door, "No worries Miss Harris. You're free to go now."
"Finally." the woman muttered, standing up with many cracks from her fatigued joints.
"Been waiting long hmm?" Miss Pauling asked as they left the interrogation chamber.
"I used the potted plant as a toilet." Felizita growled, refusing to look at the shorter woman's face.
"I see." Miss Pauling replied after a brief pause.
The pair walked off together, with Felizita one step ahead. Out of all the boot-lickers here, it had to had been Miss Pauling, the famed assistant of the Administrator herself. The woman never kept an assistant longer than a year before being replaced, normally after a terrible accident to the previous. Miss Pauling however, holds the record of five plus years. Rumours circulated on what dirty secrets Miss Pauling had on the geriatric, which often ended with tongues somehow disappearing after drunken office parties. Felizita never allowed herself to get involved with gossip. Not because she was that type, but because she knew exactly why Miss Pauling still held the title. Like the office equivalent of Mary Poppins, Miss Pauling is practically perfect in every way. Efficient, resourceful and good with a sabre, Miss Pauling was factory crafted for the job. And that fact made Felizitas blood boil. Still, Felizita had one up on Miss Pauling, and that was her relationship with the Spy. Unfortunately, that was all she had, but she was clinging to that with all her might.
"I better get compensated for lost wages. For every minute I was stuck in there, I could had been spying on the RED and BLU team."
"Don't worry about it Miss Harris. You can return to your duties toot sweet."
They marched down the labyrinth of hallways, passing more interrogation chambers and offices. The halls were transforming more and more industrial, with pipes leading them into who knows where. They finally approached a flight of concrete stairs leading into complete darkness.
"Where are we going?" Felizita asked angrily, "You said I'm free to go."
"Yes! And the exit happens to be right down in the basement."
With an eye roll that could make any teenaged individual jealous, Felizita marched down the steps to her freedom with Miss Pauling close behind.
"Can't see shit here."
"Almost there!, "Pauling stated cheerfully, "You mind taking two more steps forward and then stopping?"
Felizita obeyed and stopped, "Why the hell do I bother? I should had asked for another South America assignment. Sipping cola and rum on sandy beaches and tanned, toned, tawny pool boys at my beck and call. Not wasting time with the shrewish cronies of the admin."
Miss Pauling only stared, her hand was in her purse.
"I can see why the Spy likes you."
Felizita rolled her eyes again, "Oh, go fuck yourself Pauling. You're a kiss-ass and everyone knows it. The depressing thing is that I'm working with you. I should be in the coffee room eating doughnuts with the res-."
As Felizita turned to finish her insult directly to Miss Pauling's face, she was instead greeted by a black barrel between her eyes. Before she could react, Miss Pauling pulled the trigger. Watching the blood flow like a stream onto the tarp, Pauling turned and pulled out her portable tele-phone transmitter.
"Hello, Regal-V fifty-six? Yes, it's Pauling. It's code purple. I repeat code purple. Authorization: Administrator565. Yes, the bases have both been compromised. Total termination on both sides. Pauling out."