Author's Note: I'll try to make this less confusing. Rick is supposed to be some comic relief, kind of like S.Q. in the series:)
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Milligan set out first thing on Saturday morning, leaving Kate with one of his coworkers, and made his way to the lot he had been held captive on. Stepping out of the car, he noticed the eviction notice pinned to the chain-link fence that bordered the property. The paper was yellowing, and the date read March 19th, 1996. That was about a year ago, Milligan thought. About a month after Kate was born. That would mean that either his captors had illegally holed up here, or had bought the place, and forgot to take the notice down. He opted for the illegal option. They definitely didn't seem like the men who would be careful and obedient when it came to the law. He pocketed the notice, and continued on his way.
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Rick had sat through the entire meeting, getting more and more intimidated by the second. His new bosses were, well... intimidating. The big one, McCracken, looked like a linebacker on steroids, who shops at Men's Warehouse, and the bald one, Crawlings, looked suspiciously like his Aunt Martha. He was terrified of his Aunt Martha.
"So Rick, you're in charge of the construction process. Remember, what's our number one rule?" Rick jumped up, and exclaimed rather loudly, "Never, EVER, EVER, EVER, EV-" Crawlings rolled his eyes.
"Can it Rick." Rick looked sheepishly towards the floor. "Don't touch the briefcases." McCracken smiled. "Atta boy." Rick grinned. "Oh, absolutely, Boss-man! Ya can count on me! When you want me to can it, I'll-" Rick turned at the sound of the door closing. "Hmm." He mused to himself. "Never did hear of someone who walks out when yer talkin' to em." He shrugged. "Ah, well. Gotta do whatever ya can to get work 'round here, I guess."
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McCracken raised a fist to the door, pausing to gather his thoughts, and straighten his tie. Knock. Knock. Knock. Almost immediately, the door swung open, revealing the large, lumpy nose of his employer.
"Ah, McCracken. Have you told the rules to our new employee? Good." McCracken squeezed through the door, and took a seat on the shiny metal chair. Mr. C cleared his throat, and addressed him.
"I have an application for a Recruiter job, two actually. One's from a former military man, McCraig, I believe." He chuckled. "Got kicked out because of his attitude. Consider him hired. And here's one from a man called Garrotte. Doesn't look pleasant, but I'm sure he'll work out fine. His methods make even me squeamish." He passed the two folders to McCracken. "Any status on our elusive agent?" McCracken grinned.
"We have located him, but with all his colleagues around, we can't get a proper hold on him." Mr. C nodded. "I have good news related to my machine. I think I have name for it." McCracken perked up, interested. This machine had been the talk of the Recruiters for some months now.
"I think I'll call it the Whisperer. Suits it, don't you think?"