Elle reached out frantically opening the window she was leaning against a bit so she could get some fresh air. That pig smell was just too much for her! Just then she saw a black limo going by. The limo window rolled down and Jay stuck his head out, clutching a sandwich in one hand and a drink in the other. She could see Kay inside as well, busily reading over some papers.
"Look at the wheels we got!" he called to her. "Got a fridge and everything!"
"Jay, I am going to kill you!" Elle shrieked. This was totally unfair. Why was Jay in a limo and she was crammed in here with sixteen other people, seventeen with the driver. She had almost as much senority as Jay!
"Uh, Agent Elle, could you close the window please?" Zealtor asked her. "I don't want Lucy to catch a cold."
Elle reached out, shutting the window with a loud sigh. It was times like this that she wished she was back in her nice safe morgue in her peaceful old life.
*****
A little while later, Elle stumbled out of the van, clutching Orion's case. The cat was frantically meowing, letting her know loud and clear exactly what he thought of being crammed under a seat next to a case full of an inferior species, dogs. Elle staggered in the direction of the woman in black who was apparently handing out living assignments while trying to reassure her pet the nightmare was over. She looked around appreciatively as she approached her. They were on a lovely stretch of beach with fantastic houses all around. Maybe things were finally looking up for her.
"Agent Elle," she said as she reached the woman. The worms, X and the dogs could find their own housing assignment. She just wanted to get to a nice bed and collapse.
"Alright. Here you are," the woman said as she reached down and picked up a box labled tent and handed it to Elle. "You can set up anywhere along the beach between the orange flags. Just don't go below them. We don't want anyone washed away by high tide."
"A tent?" Elle moaned as she stared down at the box.
"Sorry about that. There's a housing shortage. Living assignments were made based on seniority," the woman said as she turned to help the next agent.
"What isn't based on seniority?" Elle muttered as she stagged down the beach with the tent, Orion and her bags. At least things couldn't get any worse.