| Mind Time | Andre Lee

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Off to Andres lab now. Y/n hopes he's not totally intoxicated and can at least give her something for this swollen eye. The lunch break for their team will start soon and she wants to catch him before then. As soon as the lab is in sights she sprints for the doors. "Sorry! Blame reaga--"

She collapses onto the floor of the said doctor. "For a killer you sure are clumsy. Need something?" He has his usual grin that he does when no one is around. It was so odd. Every other time when they were on a mission, he never spoke to her, but when they were alone, he was quite the chatter box. She would ask the literal mind reader, but he was an asshole with dicks for hands...

"Uh, yeah." she motions to her swelling eye awkwardly. "WHat?? When did that happen?!" he runs over to some cabinet, rummaging through it. "Sit sit." he herds her over to his office chair. She sits only to feel an unpleasant wetness. She tries to stand, only to be pushed back down. Her face scrunches up.

"I know, I know. everyone's scared of needles. Sometimes you just need to suck it up." he shrugs while filling up his syringe. "No, that's not why im-"

"I won't tell anyone! Now close your eyes I will be using this right...here." he pokes her swollen lid. which can't feel much. "Big breaths now..and on the count of 3. 1.." he went early.

"Ack! that wasn't 3!" Y/n pulls away from him. She didn't realize that his other hand was holding her chin. Andre stood there for a moment silently then shook his head, dejecting his thoughts. "Sorry I tricked you. It hurts less when it unexpected." he turns away, putting away his items.

"How do you feel?"
Y/n opened her supposedly swollen eye. Realizing it was suddenly gone. "You're like a wizard but for druggies." she laughs standing "Thank you, Andre." He nods acknowledging her thanks. "Oh, I think we have a new coworker. I thought you'd like to know before the others?" Y/n leaves the room and Andre immediately grabs some canister and downs it. He sits against a counter, on the floor, clowning himself for behaving that way.

"Fucking dumbass. Ah of course make yourself a fool in front of like the hottest girl in the office." He groans and gets up for the lunch break.

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"You raise the hotness level at the office by at least 30%. Gigi, PR and media manipulation." Gigi introduces herself to Brett. "I invented selfies to trick the country into surveilling themselves." She laughs dryly. Y/n spots Reagan stabbing her food at a farther table.

"this is Glenn he's half dolphin, as you can tell"

"And proud of it!"
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"Your wife's not.."

Glenn looks around sharply for who muttered those words. Y/n keeps her eyes trained at the table.
He clears his throat. "As the first volunteer for the man - dolphin, super - soldier project, I gave my DNA for my country!" He slams his hands down, startling the table.

"I now I have the strength and intelligence of a dolphin" he struggles to open a bag of chips. "This is Myc~ he's a psychic mushroom from inside the hollow earth. He can read-thoughts though, so honey be careful!" Myc puts his hand on Brett head.

"Wow. You've memorized a lot of Dane Cook routines."

"Haha guilty!" He seems proud.

"And I'm Andre, head of bio chem." He stands up opening his jacket. "If you like drugs, I have the stuff that gave Ronald Reagan Alzheimer's!" He gets so giddy about his work.

"And I'm Y/n-"
"Wow, what a group. Or can I can I call you..the gang?"

Why is everyone interrupting her today.

"Ooo, honey, I love that. Did you come up with that?!" Gigi enthusiastically cheers. "Sure did, the gang, Pew pew pew" Everyone laughs at his ridiculousness it's almost likable. Y/n thinks it's probably because he's white. She watch's as Myc leaves the table, to Reagan.

"So Brett how did you get this job. It's such a high position, you know?" Gigi makes small talk and since y/n has already heard this story she pulls out her phone to check her emails. J.R has been requesting lots of assassinations recently. It's hard for her to keep track. Her department is a little short on funding.

"Y/n you didn't introduce yourself to Brett did you?" Andre calls to her attention. She peeks up and notices the table glancing at her. "I was interrupted, but I'm Y/n, head of the planned deaths, disappearances, and assassinations department." She offers a toothy smile. "That's dope! Does that mean you kill too? Or are you the person who tells people to? Does that make you evil? Should I call the police.." Brett questions her authority.

"Oh I am in charge. J.R tells me who and I plan the operations, but I have done some killing, remember Lincoln?"

"Abraham Lincoln!? How did you even do that? Why? He was ending racism!" Brett marvels at her.

"Actually he wasn't really.. sure he was against slavery but he didn't believe that black people should have the same rights as whites. Also the civil war didn't do much but free the north of slavery not racism or sharecroppers. Plus the war was lots of money." She counts the cons on her fingers.
"The goal was to get him dead before the war happened, so we sent booth a note explaining that the whole south was on his side and hated Lincoln. To convince him. But he waited till the last year of war to do it." She rolled her eyes.

"Moral of the story do it yourself if you want it done right." She laughs as the whole table stayed agape.

"Wait girl how old are you?" Gigi questions wearily.

"29..?" Y/n is confused by the sudden question. "Okay but how long have you been 29.." Andre peers at her.

"What are y'all on about! Like 4 months. I used a machine, that's out of service now, to transport the note back in time. I'm not a vampire." She crosses her arms and rolls her eyes. "Phew." Andre seems oddly relieved.

"Oh that's 30 minutes. Back to working everyone!"

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