July 19th, 2007
Los Angeles, California
"-Today's forecast will be sunny yet again, with a high of ninety five. I hope anyone walking the streets today wears something light, because there is definitely a good chance fo-"
"Fucking radio," I said, my voice raspy. I pressed the off button, the rose out of bed, knowing I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep.
I went into the bathroom, where I did my business, then took my morning shower. Feeling the warm water certainly woke me up, as I quickly became revitalized. Ready for a new day, I finished my shower, and then handled all of the essential morning chores, like brushing my teeth.
Now done with such trivial tasks, I headed back into my room, then went to my closet and began to clothe my naked body. First were the blue boxers, then came a black tee shirt that said "to: women From: God," all in the shape of a gift card with a gift wrap bow in the shape of a cross. Then came the ever so comfortable dark blue boot cut Levi jeans, perfect for everything. Tucking the shirt in, I was already looking like a stud.
Quickly, I went to my dresser and pulled out some long Hanes socks and started to pull them onto my feet. Once finished, I went to the closet once more and placed my feet into my honey colored Caterpillar Second Shift Steel toed boots, meant for the working and damn comfy. I tied the boots, then went to my night stand and tucked my wallet into my back pocket, then attached my titanium Fossil watch to my hand.
Now done changing, I headed into the living room and then to the kitchen, where I snagged a slice of the sausage and pepperoni pizza I had from last night. It was cold from the freezer, but that wasn't important. Grabbing my key from the counter, I stuffed it into my pocket as I headed for the door. At the door, I picked my Levi Strauss Zip Moto jacket and put it on, all the while still munchin' on the pizza.
I stepped outside, and was hit by the humidity. Yet I was used to it already, considering that I've lived her for like six years. Remembering that I had left my Oakley Mercury Razrwire sunglasses in my jacket, I put them on then pulled my RAZR phone out and called Jen. Afterwards, I just let the glasses to the rest.
"Hello?" said Jen. I could hear her through the headset on the glasses, almost as if she were next to me.
"Jen, it's me."
"I see you're finally up," Jen said cheerfully. "You on the way?"
"I will be," I replied. "Anything happen while I was out?"
"Not really, but I'm almost done with the report."
"Good," I said, somewhat relieved. "What about Davis, he still there?"
"Yeah, but he's sleeping. He finished the briefing Baldwin wanted though."
"Already? Good man."
"Yes he is. Well, I'll talk with you later, gotta finish this report."
"Ok, talk to you later."
Jen hung up on her end, allowing my headset to simply disconnect from the phone. After tucking my phone into a coat pocket, I pulled my keys out, and then went over to my motorcycle. Pulling the cover off, I found my Silver Honda CBR1000RR still resting where I left it, resting in the shade by my larger tree. I hopped on, turned it on and rode out.
I wasn't going for a long, speedy ride, and work wasn't too far away, so a helmet was of no concern to me. Besides, I like the wind in my hair, and because I just felt like a rebel, I left my jacket open, making me feel even more like a bad ass. I just looked to good to let the bad ass deal go to waste.
Soon, I pulled up to the office, and using the clicker I had attached to my keys, I opened the garage door. The office was more of an underground parking garage, but it had to be concealed. We may help the FBI now and again, but we aren't the FBI, and so we stay hidden, just in case. After all, I can't have psycho killers attacking the office again, now can I.
The garage door closed by itself, and with great ease, I parked my bike by the far wall, where the entrance door was located. I noticed Davis' Jeep Wrangler and Jen's Chevy Cobalt, as well as my Chevy Suburban, which had all the works, save for the stupid chrome rims and all the other dinky accessories I didn't need. Yet I didn't see Tom's car, his oh so favored Dodge Charger, with all the tweaks he could afford for about forty five thousand dollars.
I turned off my motorcycle, and then walked up to the door, where I held my face to the retina scanner. Afterwards, the door unlocked, and I easily walked inside. With my keys, phone, and sunglasses inside my jacket, I hung it onto the coat rack that was hung on the wall, just to my left.
The office was kinda small, but it was certainly cozy. There were a number of cubicles, most of which were not being used, so I simply left them with desks and chairs. Only five cubicles were actually being used, two of which were occupied at the moment. At the far side of the room, towards my right, was the lounge, equipped with HDTV and necessary equipment, Playstation 3, ample controllers, a large leather sofa, several loner chairs, and a larger obsidian coffee table. A counter was nearby the chairs, wielding the often used coffee machine, as well as the Britta water tap.
To the wall ahead of me lie to very large room, which occupy most of the underground space. The first room would be the gun range. Stocked with a number of weapons, the guns varied from handy pistols to large rifles and shotguns. All the ammo anyone could ever dream of was here, ready to be used in training. In fact I had it in excess, and for good reason. There was a good chance I would be called to duty, so I liked to stock the Suburban with extra guns and ammo, just in case.
The second room was what we call storage. This room houses most of our information. Servers, spare computer parts, tools, and the large bulky cabinets for all the files we have to put somewhere.
Now this is a lot, and considering this is underground a large restaurant, some one would think it a little odd that there are gunshots coming from below a table. I had the office double sound proofed, which means we could have a mini war down here, and no one would know. And this all happened because we are a government funded organization. I had to spend some time with Baldwin to get that to happen, but being funded by the big guys certainly has its benefits. I mean, just look at the HDTV.
Walking forward, I went up to Jen's cubicle, where she was diligently working on the report she was working on. Her typing skills were phenomenal, as she was clearly writing at least a hundred and twenty words a minuet.
"'Morning," I said in a pleasant tone.
"Good morning," she said, returning the comment. I noticed the Beretta 92FS pistol on her desk, along with Remington 870 shotgun resting against the cubicle wall.
"You don't normally like to take the guns with you, right?" I said.
"Right. But Davis is asleep, and you did make that one rule about us being alone at night."
"Well, I can't have anyone getting the jump on you guys while un-armed."
Jen continued to type, almost as if she didn't even notice I was there. With nothing else to discuss, I picked up the shotgun and the pistol, then went over to my cubicle. I passed Davis' on the way, but I didn't feel like waking him.
In my cubicle, I found the fairly lavish decor of my personal space. Equipped with the fancy desk and chair, my own personal Alienware computer, and the mini fridge, it was like my own home away from home. There was also a phone by the monitor of my pc, which just happened to be blinking.
I sat down, placing the pistol onto my desk. I continued to hold onto the shotgun, and while I enjoyed the comfort of the chair, I began to listen to my messages. There was only one, marked for last night.
"Jonathan, this is Broderick. I would like to have a meeting with you tomorrow, about eight if possible. I have work for you."
The message ended there, but there was enough information to get me a little amped. I rose, picked up the pistol again, and then began to make my way back to the entrance. Checking my watch quickly, it was about seven thirty, so I had plenty of time to get to the FBI building. It was just a few blocks down, so it would only take me five or ten minuets on the bike.
Looking in Davis' cubicle, I could see the file he had compiled for the FBI. It looked pretty thick, and it would certainly be a pain to fax it. I grabbed the file, and then went to Jen, who was still typing away.
"Jen, I'm heading out," I said, placing the guns back where I had picked them up from. "I'll be taking Davis' file with me, so tell him when he wakes up, ok?"
"Alright," she said dully.
I made my way to the door, where I found my North Face back pack and my jacket from before. I stuffed the file into my bag, then put my jacket on and threw the bag onto my back. Afterwards, I made opened the door and left the office for the FBI.
Alright, you finished! Now before I get a review wondering why the F I was so descrpitive on clothes, cars, and whatever, it's becuase I just was. I mean sometimes a I read a FF, and there are just some parts where they try to talk about things, but get confused. So I just made things easy and wrote down the names and colors and what not. This way, if you get confused, just google the item and BAM, there it is. Also, it's a good thing that I put the story in 2007, because almost every item I put in the story is pretty recent, like the RAZRWIRE, or the Chevy SUBURBAN.
Ok, one last thing. I would like SOMEONE, ANYONE at all, to email me and a tell me what happened in the SECRET ending for PARASITE EVE 2. I know I have the game, but I've just played it too much, and I recently saw the secret ending for PE1, and it sucked. Plus, every where I go, I always see it written the AYA and EVE act like "sisters" or "Mother daughter", so I got confused. So please someone tell me, Iwant to use Eve in the plot, but I cant right now.
Thanks ahead of time, and thanks again for reading.
