Private Prague, U.N.P.K

Chapter 18

Peeping Prague

"Checkmate." Private Prague said as he moved his rook to a fatal position, officially ending his game with Nagi.

"Your intelligence and calculation astounds me, Private." Nagi rubbed his chin, "I was no match for you... even though I am arguably the best in New LA." he muttered.

"I used basic algorithms to predict your moves." Prague informed, "Algoritms made after your first three moves."

"Amazing." Nagi said, "A Kumarov model... Why had I never heard of such a program from the UN?" he asked.

"It was top secret." Prague said as he put up the chess pieces, "Only a handful of people knew about the program's existence... all of them died with the Earth."

"Must be a real problem telling people where you were born." Nagi chuckled and stood up, dusting off his attire.

"I was conceived in the former Soviet Union." Prague stood up as well, "But created much later in the Russian Federation."

"No wonder so few people knew about this." Nagi mumbled, "Anyways, I'd like to congratulate you on your victory." he extended his hand.

"It was difficult finding out the exact algorithm, so you were a challenge." Private Prague shook his hand, "Personally, I would have lost if I wasn't an android." he chuckled.

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"Have you heard the news?" Doug asked Elma as the two jogged down the park in the residential district, "Apparently there's been a huge demand of instant noodles from the Pathfinder Division." he chuckled.

"Really now?" Elma said in surprise, "And why would that interest me?" she asked as she stepped aside to let another jogger through.

"Well, I guessed you would have liked to hear that rumor more than the other." Doug answered as he started to slow down, "Hold up, I need to tie my shoe." he stepped aside and stopped next to a bench.

"What is this other rumor, may I ask?" Elma stood next to him, "If someone as benevolent as yourself would tell me?"

"Ha ha..." Doug rolled his eyes, "Apparently the hot word of mouth these past few weeks have been the unusual closeness of Irina and Gwin." he tied his left shoe slowly.

"Oh, really?" Elma crossed her arms, "I thought they have always been close."

"But this is not just regular closeness." Doug muttered, "This is... advanced closeness." he said, "Do you think Gwin finally got the gonads to be with that banshee?" he joked.

"Well... I'm not one for rumors." Elma answered, "But they are very close to each other, and they are two consenting adults and whatever they do in their private lives is none of my business."

"You must have been born up in them Liberal States." Doug grumbled as he did a small stretch, "Anywho, I kinda like the idea of someone to put Irina's anger into place... or at least as far away from us as possible." he chortled.

"Yeah." Elma muttered, then looked at Prague walk near them, "Hey, what's the Private during in this neck of the woods?" she asked.

"Probably a census or something." Doug shrugged his shoulders, "Hey, don't you need to go back home to mee-"

"Yeah, I totally forgot." Elma nodded, "It's just that I try to appreciate all the free time I have I forget I have a child and a husband." she chuckled.

"I don't think that's good, Elma..." Doug shook his head, and the two ran off in the opposite direction.

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"Irina, you've invited me here quite often." Gwin muttered as he sat down on a stool that was next to the kitchen counter, "I think I know your house inside out now!" he chuckled.

"Very funny." Irina chuckled as she grabbed a couple of glasses from the cupboard, "I like you, Gwin."

"Thanks, but it wasn't that funny." Gwin rubbed the back of his head, "Plus, they're just simple jokes, nothing to like, really."

"Stop being such a downplayer." Irina placed the glasses on the counter, "Have a little ambition... pride in yourself." she muttered as she walked to refrigerator.

"I have pride in being an Interceptor." Gwin answered, "It means I can protect New LA from any baddies that come our way." he grinned.

"I like that." Irina nodded as she pulled out a big bottle of wine, "Here we go." she poured it in the glasses.

"Yum! Wine!" Gwin licked his lips and grabbed his glass, then chugged it down.

"Gwin!" Irina groaned, "You're such an idiot!" she pounded the counter.

"Oh!" Gwin looked down, "Sorry, Irina." he muttered and set down his glass.

"Huh..." Irina sighed, "It's alright." she smiled.

"Why do you want me over so many times, Irina?" Gwin asked, "Just curious."

"You may be gentle, but you're still a dolt." Irina shook her head, "Get with the program, Gwin!" she grabbed his collar, "You want to see why?!" she kissed him.

"Gah!" Gwin's eyes shot open, "Irina! We-We can't! You're my commanding officer!" he stammered.

"Oh... really?" Irina put on a sly smirk, "Then I order you to kiss me!" she said.

"Ah... That's not fair!" Gwin stood up, "You used my logic against me!"

"Men have logic?" Irina scoffed and chuckled, "Now... I have one more order for you..." she growled and grabbed his collar, "Get ready for PT..." she dragged him over the counter and into the kitchen.

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"If Irina isn't home, I will respond with anger." Private Prague walked up to the door and looked at it, then knocked it.

No response.

"I'll try again." Private Prague muttered and knocked once more.

No response

"Perhaps I will respond with anger." Prague growled, then looked at the cardslot that allowed entry into the house, "I will display anger by hacking into the system." he grumbled and slid his finger through the slit.

After a few moments, the android once again slid his finger down, then turned when the door unlocked him, allowing entry into the home.

"Now I shall see if Irina is playing with me." Private Prague stepped in and closed the door, then saw the most peculiar sight.

Every pot, pan, and chair in the kitchen was knocked about, and a random assortment of clothes was thrown around on the hardwood floor.

"What happened here?" Prague scanned his surroundings, "Perhaps a robbery-" he stopped when he saw a unique set of clothes. "These are..." he picked up a military style vest, "Gwin's..." he muttered, but then was instantly alerted to a noise upstairs.

The android stepped inside the left hallway and looked up the stairs in curiosity, then gave in to his urge and pressed onward, stepping silently up the stairs in caution.

"The sound seems to be coming from here..." Prague saw another article of clothing, then picked it up, "This is..." he removed a hair from the shirt, "Irina's..." he scanned the hair's DNA. "Perhaps..." Prague started to rationalize scenarios, but came up empty, "The sounds continue." he muttered and walked to the door closest to him.

With a soft lean, he heard what was inside- a soft and gentle breathing, no, two soft and gentle breath sequences.

"Hmm." Prague quietly turned the knob and stepped in, then saw Irina and Gwin asleep on the same bed, without clothing, and only a blanket to cover them. "Interesting." Prauge muttered, "I shall add this to my databa- Wait a minute." he looked to the two, then finally pieced together the pieces, "Oh no he didn't!" he laughed.

"Huh?" Irina muttered as she awoke, then looked to the foot of her bed, "AHH!" she screamed and covered herself.

"BWAH!" Gwin woke up and also saw Prague, "Prague! What are you doing here!?" he yelled and sat up.

"I was here because I needed to deliver this to Irina." Prague pulled out a flashdrive, "But in the wise words of Doug when he's bored: It seems you have already delivered the package."

"Agh!" Irina growled, "Damn it! The time I finally give myself in and someone ruins it!" she groaned, "Please don't tell Elma about this!" she pleaded.

"Yeah... I don't know what would happen if she found out!" Gwin gasped, "It was only this one time! Honest!"

"I care not about the reproduction of the human species." Prague shook his head, "Rest assured this little scenario will not be spoken about in front of Elma." he reassured.

"Thanks." the two sighed in relief.

"For a moment there I almost thought-"

"Prague, are you in here?" a child-like voice called out, "Woah, what's with all the clothes!?"

"It's Lin!" Irina gasped in horror, "She can't see us like this!" she panicked.

"Crap! What if Doug or Lao's with her? Or Elma!?" Gwin stammered as he looked around for his underwear.

"Hey..." Private Prague muttered, catching their attention, "Don't worry... I'm from the government and I'm here to help you." he said and walked out...

"PRAGUE!"