[𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫]: Join Elena and Jake on journey around Los Angeles no one has seen so far, where they battle personal demons and emerge as a reunited cooperators. In a reunion marked by unraveling truths, they confront memories and face a myster...
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S L I C K L Y W O R K I N G T O T I E M Y sleeves, my tie still hung between my teeth, waiting to be looped around my collar—cruising downstairs at the same time;
Luka: Jesus, mercy - I rolled my eyes as another ding-dong bounced off the walls of the house - Someone's dying?
But I already know who's next on the chopping block—yours truly; me.
Well, my disheveled look and general rush should be evidence enough that I overslept a bit.
Do I care?
Nah; after all, I'm my own boss, and the big boss's right-hand puppet, so let's just say I've put in the grind to earn myself some flexible hours.
So, why the rush? Simple. Jake already shot me a text, predicting I'd be late to HQ today—he even threatened to chuck my laptop out the office window if I don't show up on time.
Thing is, I couldn't care less about the laptop itself since no laptop means no work;
However, the real reason I'm hauling ass is because my latest "The Sims" session is still running on this baby. And since I can't remember the password to the account where I've got my game saved, this laptop's my only ticket to keep the game going.
And that's why I'm on a mission to save the lives of these little virtual dudes.
But the second I fire up the game again, Jake The Sim's going straight into the pool, and I'm removing the ladders so he's stuck there for eternity—that's what I decided.
Luka: Well, good morning, Starshine - I flashed a flirtatious smirk as I leaned casually against the wide-open main door - Had enough fun yesterday that you're back for round two already?
Elena: Speaking of yesterday's fun, here's a little surprise from our antics...
Playing along with the joke, she gave Lucy a playful pat on the shoulder—who stood ahead of Elena, her small bag slung over her back, clutching her favorite teddy bear.
Luka: Hmm, her hair might match mine, but those eyes raise a few questions... - I pondered, tapping my chin - And time flies, I get it, but seeing her, it seems like one hour equals one year in this situation.
Elena: Well, they say one year for a man equals seven years for a dog, so in this scenario, one night of daddy's antics could be like seven years of his little daughter.
Luka: Hmm, something's still weird about this... - I inspected Lucy's hair, earning a giggle from her - A kid with my blood would've already stirred up three kinds of trouble in just one chat. The first type would leave Jake to handle it. The second would land you behind bars. And the third leads to a global catastrophe.
Elena: And that's precisely why I'll keep telling Jasmine to get herself sterilized - She chuckled - Speaking of which, is she home?
Luka: Nah, she just took off a moment ago - I looped the tie around my neck, getting ready to tie it up - Lara called, said Jasmine accidentally grabbed her jacket, so she's off to return it.
