Chapter 8 (June 30th, XXXX)
A young woman sat in front of a mirror in the blue building with the white and blue lobby and the brown haired receptionist. In a little apartment with neutral walls and nice view.
Her name was Samantha Vanpool, she was Alaska.
She had died many years ago.
The young woman leaned forward, applying light makeup to her already model perfect features; a silvery alien watches from behind her. Tony speaks,
"Are you completely assured that this form that you are currently in will not attract any unwanted attention?"
She lifts a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him through the mirror, "Please do not doubt me, my extra-terrestrial friend. I have not many a choice on my looks at this point, but I can say that I am feeling… Reckless."
"Indeed you seem to be," Sometimes it surprised her how well versed the alien was in Earth languages when not muttering profanities.
She stood up, her smart secretary dress swirling around her, "If that is all, I'll be off."
Tony nodded once as she walked out the door.
Standing outside of the meeting room, Samantha Vanpool scowled slightly at the mirror. Her eyes had flickered from violet to a brilliant blue. If only that would stop happening…
Footsteps alerted her to a new presence, a powerful presence.
As she twirls around as a cool voice asks, "Who are you?"
As violet eyes meet identical violet eyes she stifles a chuckle, the irony is hilarious.
Taking advantage of his confusion over their similarities, she swiftly replies, "My name is Samantha Vanpool, I assume that you are Mister Williams?"
Catching himself, Canada nods, "I am, why are you here?"
"As of yesterday Mister Peter Adams contracted a virus of a sort, I am here to fill the position of assistant to Mister Williams."
"Did Peter fill you in on all the documents and stuff?"
"Yes, Mister Williams, I am completely informed of all procedures and whatnot."
"Good, let us go in," Canada opened the door, "Ladies first."
"You are too kind, Mister Williams."
With that she entered the World Meeting.
"…And with that, the meeting is adjourned!" Canada declared. Many sighs of relief echoed around the room, the five hour meeting had been taxing for even the most stoic of them. Well except for the young female oddly familiar-looking assistant of Matthew Williams.
Everyone noticed how her posture was still straight and her look fluid. The fact that she could still be like that through a five hour meeting was just short of a miracle.
"Mister Williams," The young woman leaned towards him, "Shall we take our leave now?"
Her object of interest shook his head as if to clear it, "Yes, let's go."
They head towards the door and once again he lets her through first.
"I want my notes and copies of the other presentations as soon as possible, is that clear?"
"As a crystal. Good day, Mister Williams."
"Bye."
She leaves the government building.
"How did it go?" Tony asks the beautiful young woman walking into the apartment.
"Fairly decent, though several were rather surprised at my physical appearance."
"May I ask a question?" The question was rhetorical.
"As you will ask it despite my answer, please continue," She hangs up her jacket and sits on a chair, facing the silver being.
"You have spent nearly fifty years avoiding the nations, why are you choosing to associate yourself with them now? Especially since meeting them again in one of these forms in, say, a hundred years will be awfully suspicious."
Her wind chime laugh filled the room, "As I said before, my dear alien friend, I am reeling quite reckless. Also, why should they remember a single human out of millions a hundred years later?"
"Point taken."
Tony left the room, still vaguely puzzled over the actions of his Earthling friend.
Samantha Vanpool turned towards the table.
"Perhaps I should be getting Mister Canada a present for tomorrow."
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As promised, my followers. Seriously, saying followers reminds me of Voldemort... Next chapter up... sometime this week...