18th Sept 2003
A Hard Days Hunt
Set between "Bag 'em" and "Proof of Purchase"
6:15pm. Ames enters his office after completing another successful hunt. He removed his coat placing it in the closet and extracted a clean shirt, after quickly exchanging this for his blood stained one, he grinned Dark colours hide the blood! Good job too! As he glanced down ,as he replaced his suit jacket, to where the blood was barely visible. He shrugged. Least the government pays for my dry-cleaning. He sat at his desk and picking up the phone he quickly dialled. The phone rang 3 and a half times before being answered.
Wendy. Ames said then listened to her, I'm fine. I know I missed dinner but the meeting ran over, you were supposed to have been told that I'd be running late. He listened to her reply to his lies. What! She didn't call you! Pretending shock and annoyance at this degradation of duty by a mythical secretary. Wendy confirmed that no call was made. I'll have to talk to her about this. He said on a sigh as if he hated balling out his staff. He paused, listened. You're right, it's her job to take and pass on messages. Ames' grin was totally at odds with his words and slightly defeated tone of voice. Wendy spoke again. I'll take care of it. He paused as if trying to think how to tell his wife that he had to work late. Honey, I'm afraid that I've a tonne of paperwork to go over from the meeting. I don't know when I'll be home. He listened as she spoke. Thanks honey, I knew you'd understand. Is Ray there? Wendy spoke. He's staying at Tommy's? Damn! I really wish I could get away, but it's my project..... Wendy interrupted. Thanks honey, I don't what I did to deserve such an understanding wife. Pauses and listens I love you too. Hangs up and sighs. She's so gullible! Well if she wasn't the breeding selectors wouldn't have chosen her for me. She gave me Ray and even though its a weakness I love her for that! Least Ray's at his friends so he won't miss my not reading him to sleep. He smiled pleasantly as he thought of his son.
Ames shifted into work mode as he saw the reports waiting on his desk, his lips quirked in sardonic amusement. For a non-existent organisation, hunting non-existent transgenics, there' s a hell of a lot of paperwork! He drolly observed. My government bosses are crazy to insist that I file incredibly detailed reports on all my activities and captures, kills.... His expression turned sour. and escapes with them. The secret's bound to get out, it's only a matter of time!
Thinking of the freaks that had evaded his team, inevitably led to.... 452! Damn it! My pleasure at catching an '09 rogue so quickly and so new to the task came out and she thought I was flirting! As if I'd pollute myself by getting involved with one of them! Bad enough that my senile old fool of a father created them! Damn! I've become so used to making inane human comments to my subordinates, that I let it spill over in my conversation with 452! Why the hell did I have to say 'you're prettier than your picture' Groans to himself. I'm lucky no one else heard that stupid remark! He paused. Well the lizards dead and soon 452 will be dissected so no harm done!
Why doesn't she have any junk DNA? Ames halted this unproductive line of thought and picked up the first report.
Another 13 freaks captured or killed! Good! Now if we can figure out how many survived Manticore's destruction, I'll know how many are left to get! I need the numbers so I'll know when we've terminated the entire nest of vermin! So I can quit hunting freaks, being contaminated by being near them, breathing the same air!
Ames initialled the first report and went onto the next in the large stack. He sighed. After I've signed my teams' reports, I've got to do my own. I hate paperwork!
The End
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