Anastasia

Here I am, laying on the floor with a 200 pound grown ass man, sitting on top of me. But you might be wondering, 'Ana, how on earth did you end up on the floor with a 200 pound grown ass man on top of you?' Well I'll tell you how the fuck this happened.

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I walk into work with my black duffle bag on my shoulder. Today is just the team day to sign all of the papers in order for us to go to Brazil and to get a bunch of new gun and weapons shipments! Yay! New weapons. All the new knives, amo, and guns. I think they're also giving us brand new ones that no other department gets so we can test them out in the field.

Basically just giving consent that we can go for the mission and what we're getting into and a bunch of shit like that and so that we are able to test out the new equipment.

I walk into the back room and see everyone is already there, talking amongst themselves. "Sup Ana!" Noah yells putting all the attention on me. Great! Thanks so much Noah.

"Hey guys" I say back just a little less enthusiastic. To be honest I'm tired. Like really fucking tired. I stayed up late last night. Just thinking. A lot. About all the shit that's been happening and what could happen. And when I finally finished thinking after a few hours, I decided, I don't want to wait for my father to find me. I want to find him first, so now I'm on my own mini mission.

I stayed up till the ass crack of dawn making up a bulletin board. You know, all those fancy things like past sightings, clues, flights from Russia to America in the past few weeks, victims, suspects and of course we can't forget about the red string tying it all together. All the shit you would find in a documentary or murder mystery.

Of course I may have had to hack into a bunch of security cameras which may be illegal but who really cares at the end of the day, right? It's just a little footage.

I got that idea from A Good Girls Guide To Murder by Holly Jackson. Man I love her books. And the show was fantastic! But I do wanna know what her search history was like. I'm sure somebody had to be concerned.

"Good your here, now let's get started." Gray says, getting up off one of the couches. Everyone else follows in suit and takes a seat at the long table. Gray, of course, sits at the head of the table because he's the boss.

He passes out papers until each of us get 2 stacks of them.This is going to be a longggg day. And I can already tell my back, hand and head will hurt by the end of this.

My current life plan at the moment, was to throw myself off a cliff as soon as possible, if I flew, I flew. If I didn't, — slay (in the slaughter sense of course.)

But I won't because 1.) that's bad and 2.) I wanna go to Brazil.
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It's been 2 hours of planting my signature on paper after paper. It never stops coming.Can't they just copy and paste this shit with a photo copier? Like why do we all have to keep doing it.

Can we at least put on some music so we're not just sitting in silence, the only noise right now is us all writing.

We finished the stack about a half hour ago but now we all half to each sign the same papers so that each of us had all signed the same papers. So we have about 20 papers left that we are all signing and passing them around the table.

Just as im about to add my signature for about the thousandth time, Theo speaks up. " I need a break!" he complains, holding out the break part, slouching down in his chair and closing his eyes. Liam and Lucas agree with him too, putting their pens down. I think we all agree with him right now. Anyone in this room who doesn't is crazy.

"Fine 20 minutes then we will continue." Gray says getting up and leaving the room. Probably going to his office which I'm beginning to think he lives in. I wouldn't be surprised.