The Academy

Chapter 6: I'm Not Usually an Asshole

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Chapter 6: I'm Not Usually an Asshole

"Settle down, settle down. I'm really sorry to have interrupted your lunch, but I assure you, I would not have done so if it was not of the utmost importance that I talk to you. Food is pretty important to me, and I don't enjoy keeping anyone from it." Hey I know that cocky voice. And not just because it sends shivers down my spine.

I look up, straight into the eyes of the guy standing at the podium.

It's none other than Sam Warski.

POV: Warski, Sam

Can I just start off with saying that I am not happy to be here? I can? Good. I'm not. In fact, I'm pretty pissed about it. I know, I know, I need the extra Inter-Division credit (and also there's the mission, but that's top secret so you're not supposed to know), but still. I'd much rather be getting it at Coms. At least they're not all pompous assholes. Sometimes - scratch that, most times - SciTech acts like if you can't do major long division in your head in 0.0378 seconds, you're not worthy.

Nerds.

"Hey, man. You okay?"

A voice interrupts my thoughts. James. It's got to be James. No one else would have the balls to talk to me when my face has an expression like this. "Yeah. I'm totally okay. I just enjoy wearing this expression, like most okay people." I can hear the venom in my voice. James looks a little surprised, but more worried than insulted. He and I have been friends since we started at the Academy, five years years ago. He's probably one of the only people I trust completely.

"Sorry, man. That was uncalled for. I'm just a little stressed right now, you know?"

"It's cool," says James. "I get it. It can be stressful dealing with 'super sexy' blondes all day long. I should know," he jokes. The atmosphere lifts immediately.

"Yeah? And which super sexy blondes seem to be getting on your nerves, huh? I don't exactly see them begging for your attention."

"Hey man, you're not with me 24/7. You don't know what I get up to."

"James, holograms don't count."

"They don't? Well, damn. I guess I'm just gonna have to find some real girls to hang with while we're here."

"Yeah, good luck with that. They're not exactly the most friendly bunch."

"Do my ears deceive me? Could it be... No, it couldn't... Has the almighty Warski finally struck out? CODE RED, CODE RED, the world is ending."

"Har di har har. You're soooooo funny, James. How can anyone ever compare with your amazing wit?"

"I don't know, man. I just don't know." James feigned sadness.

A voice interrupts our conversation, saying, "If you boys are quite done with you incessant jabbering, I have a task for you, Warski." The voice belongs our SO (Supervising Official), Agent Damesworth.

"For me, Agent Damesworth?" I ask, confused.

"Yes, for you, Sub-Agent. I need you to brief Sci-Tech - that is, the whole of Sci-Tech - on why we're here."

I gape at her, then I close my mouth and swallow nervously. It's unprofessional to give your SO front row tickets your mouth. "Um, Agent Damesworth, are you sure, I mean, it's top secret, surely?"