Part 6
Le souris en pain
I eep loudly as he ties the rope sharply, almost crushin a rib -or- two. I didn't mean to eep, it's just something that I do subconciously. It had started out as college dare. I was dared to talk like a mouse all day, one saturday, I heard a mouse in the basement go eep, so unfortunately after eeping all day, I can't get the eep out of my system.
I wonder who the person was on the phone with Arnaud, he seemed disappointed with them.Too bad, I could only hear his end. It isn't polite to eavesdrop anyway, and I don't need anything else for him to kill me for. I think the unfortunate fact I have so much security clearance at the agency is why I am his target today.
I just want to go home, I definitely don't want to go to work. And I know if I manage to get out of this alive, I'll still have to show up for work as soon as possible, with very little time to recover from what ever Arnaud has planned. That's just the way the Official's evil mind works.
I begin to daydream about when I was sent to France, when I was first hired onto the agency, I was suppose to negotiate with some high french men. (The official knows very little french) France is one of the most beautiful places in the world. While I was in Paris, as I was checking out one of the tiny bookstores on the left quai of the Seine, I had met this beautiful woman. She was from Brazil, her name was Eva, and those were some of the happiest days in my life. Why hadn't I ran away to Brazil with her? Why can I never act on these whims? I could be on a sandy beach, with this brazillian goddess, in a beautiful country, happy as a lark.
What's wrong with you, Albert, you are about to die and all you can think about are beautiful women. Darien must be rubbing off on you. I wonder if I will see him -or- anyone from the agency again. They probably won't even care, except the official but he's probably replacing me as we speak.
At least the ride isn't as bad as that one time when me and my friends were driving to Las Vegas right after college, an isane assylum escapee hopped into our car at a red light, and made us drive him to Reno.
I hear Arnaud cursing in french. "We have an unexpected stop." He says pulling over sharply. He gets out, and the car shakes as he kicks the small car. He comes over to my side of the car. "if you escape, I will track you down."
I hear him walk away,and decide to go back to my daydreams
Le souris en pain
I eep loudly as he ties the rope sharply, almost crushin a rib -or- two. I didn't mean to eep, it's just something that I do subconciously. It had started out as college dare. I was dared to talk like a mouse all day, one saturday, I heard a mouse in the basement go eep, so unfortunately after eeping all day, I can't get the eep out of my system.
I wonder who the person was on the phone with Arnaud, he seemed disappointed with them.Too bad, I could only hear his end. It isn't polite to eavesdrop anyway, and I don't need anything else for him to kill me for. I think the unfortunate fact I have so much security clearance at the agency is why I am his target today.
I just want to go home, I definitely don't want to go to work. And I know if I manage to get out of this alive, I'll still have to show up for work as soon as possible, with very little time to recover from what ever Arnaud has planned. That's just the way the Official's evil mind works.
I begin to daydream about when I was sent to France, when I was first hired onto the agency, I was suppose to negotiate with some high french men. (The official knows very little french) France is one of the most beautiful places in the world. While I was in Paris, as I was checking out one of the tiny bookstores on the left quai of the Seine, I had met this beautiful woman. She was from Brazil, her name was Eva, and those were some of the happiest days in my life. Why hadn't I ran away to Brazil with her? Why can I never act on these whims? I could be on a sandy beach, with this brazillian goddess, in a beautiful country, happy as a lark.
What's wrong with you, Albert, you are about to die and all you can think about are beautiful women. Darien must be rubbing off on you. I wonder if I will see him -or- anyone from the agency again. They probably won't even care, except the official but he's probably replacing me as we speak.
At least the ride isn't as bad as that one time when me and my friends were driving to Las Vegas right after college, an isane assylum escapee hopped into our car at a red light, and made us drive him to Reno.
I hear Arnaud cursing in french. "We have an unexpected stop." He says pulling over sharply. He gets out, and the car shakes as he kicks the small car. He comes over to my side of the car. "if you escape, I will track you down."
I hear him walk away,and decide to go back to my daydreams