Unignorable•Jack Thompson.•

Life Of The Party

I sit at my desk scrawling the word 'bored' repeatedly onto a piece of paper.

Other than a few visits from Vermin and Jack nearly firing me a few times we've had practically nothing to do but twiddle our thumbs.

"Hook, how do you feel about some traveling?"

Jack asks.

"Anything to get away from this desk."

I reply removing my legs from atop it.

"Although I do have one question, why am I the one being dragged along on these excursions?"

I ask standing.

"Because I don't need you here."

He replies earning a few 'ooh's.

I roll my eyes.

"Where'r we goin cracker Jack?"

I ask grabbing my things.

"L.A."

He says putting on his bowler hat as we head for the exit.

"Be sure to pack something fancy."

I uncomfortably roll my ankle in the heels before entering.

I fight the urge to shake the pins from my hair, take off my shoes and sprint to the nearest firing range and do something productive.

Jack's explaination for me being here is some sort of crap about ensuring SSR funds are being used for SSR reasons.

I walk into the building, and scan the area for potentcial commies.

I don't see anything.

I however notice Jack.

His eyes flick over my outfit when he notices me walking towards him.

"You look nice."

He compliments.

"You do too. So what wall do you want me posted at?"

I ask.

"We're not here to be security."

He says sipping his whiskey.

"But now maybe you should make yourself scarce for a few moments."

He says looking past me and straightening a bit.

I scoff disgustedly.

I stride away just as Jack starts chatting up Vermin.

I hear the name 'Chadwick' and decide to listen in.

I make a round around a collum and quietly tail them.

Make it to where they're standing and stand behind a collum listen in.