Supositious Secret Service

Chapter 2

My shift started in twenty minutes, and I was still stuck searching for everything I needed. If I didn't have one of the four things, I wouldn't even bother showing up to work. "Hey, Mirk!" I called for my roommate. "Have you seen my book? Or my hoodie? How about my undershirt?"

I watched as Mirk floated in front of my door, shaking their head no as they silently sipped their super fancy hot chocolate they made every morning before work. They then floated away.

I growled and threw my closet door open. I Immediately found my black compression like shirt and pants, and shoved them into my bag, which all laid on the floor. "Okay. Now I just need my book," I told myself. I went to my desk, throwing papers around, and eventually uncovering my giant book, overflowing with notes and old scribbles, the cover torn. I haphazardly shoved that into my bag as well. "Mirk, you ready to go?" I called again as I rushed to the door, trying to slide on my shoes at the same time.

Mirk floated out of the kitchen, the hot chocolate formerly in their hands replaced with two lunch boxes and two giant muffins. They looked ready, so I just went with it. I opened the door, grabbed my keys out of the bowl by the door, and began to book it, Mirk close behind. The two of us rushed down the three floors of stairs, making our way to the base floor of our strange apartment building. We bursted through the front doors to the crazy chaos of the street. At the curb was our ride, standing patiently with his taxi.

"You're late," teased the towering man, his entire head replaced with a single giant hazel eye. "Get in!"

Mirk and I leaped into the gently used taxi. "I'm sorry if we kept you waiting too long. I really need to organize this weekend. I can't find anything anymore."

Gregegory, our eyeball friend, squeezed into the car himself and began to drive down the street once the car started, not missing a beat. "I understand. I almost forgot Squish at home," he replied, reaching with one hand over towards his pet bunny sea slug, perched on a special pet seat on the passanger side. "How has work been, son? I didn't get a chance to ask yesterday, you suffering from some parasite or something?"

"Yeah. Let's just say that some of my vaccines are no longer effective. I have to get all my shots updated today. Vector 5 is in the middle of flu season, and Vector 19 is suffering from parasite infestations in the country areas. I got hit by one of those, but Mirk was able to kill the effects for today with some kind of tea they made. It was nasty," I replied. "I should be more cautious."

"At least you seem to be doing good. But if it was a Vector 19 parasite, I would avoid dairy and any blue colored foods," Gregregory suggested. The car slowed as we reached the biggest building in town, the building looking like twenty architects worked on this together, but never agreed on one concept. It was suiting, though. It was fitting to what occurred inside. "Suppositious Secret Service Station 3. That will be fourteen fifty. I added ten for being late."

I rolled my eyes as Mirk and I slid out of the car. "Add it to the tab. I don't have time right now. And I'm pretty sure my wallet is buried in my bed."

"Okay. Have fun you two. And make sure to avoid Vector 14 if you can. Not a good place for a soft skin like you," Gregregory commented before pulling away.

Mirk and I approached the glass doors, swiping our ID bracelets at the scanner to get inside. We crept our way to our shared office cubicle on the tenth floor, using the elevator to reach it. We relaxed once we sat down, myself in my basic hovering computer chair, Mirk conservative with their tower of pillows to sit on.

I powered on the area with the switch, bringing out projective computers to life. We typed in out passwords on our simple wireless keyboards, and checked for any assignments for the day. All I had was a meeting with another few junior secret service workers in half an hour in the conference room, and vaccination in the med bed in three hours. I guess they couldn't let an infected junior agent in the field, but still required him to work. "Figures," I whispered to myself, peering over at Mirk, who, since I had nothing, would have no major work. They just worked on typing up a report on yesterday's events. I reached over their shoulder to get my muffin, but placed it back down when I realized it was some kind with a weird blue "berries". Remembering what Gregregory said, I chose not to push my luck, never really having any.

As I moved back to my half of the small space, one of my co-workers, Chenai, and her aid, Sabine, being a similar alien-like species as Mirk, peered their heads in. "Heard you got a bug," teased Chennai.

"Bug boy bug boy!" chanted Sabine, her pigtails swaying as she jumped up and down.

I ignored them and pretended to look like I was busy typing up my own report from yesterday. "Mhm."

"You know the meeting today is because of your incompitence, right?" asked Chenai, resting against the opening of the cubical, crossing her arms over her chest. "How does someone in your position not know when his vaccines expire?"

I continued to ignore the two of them until Sabine somehow ended up crawling and sitting on my lap. "Hey, cutie! She's talking to you!"

"Mirk, come take care of your girlfriend!" I demanded. "Unless she wants the parasite, I think you should move her."

Sabine was quick to remove herelf from me, retreating to Mirk and sitting with them. "Are you gonna let him talk to me like that?!" she questioned.

Mirk just looked at her and shrugged.

Sabine's face turned red. "Wow, okay then."

"Let's get out of here before one of us catch whatever Oliver has," ordered Chenai, walking away without her aid.

Once they were gone, Mirk and I just looked at each other and shrugged. "Girls, am I right?" Mirk just nodded in response.