CORRUPTION

A NEW MISSION

It's been a few weeks since Arden asked me about the nightmares. I have had a few since, but not as frequent. I also had that fucking voice come back, trying to talk me into 'letting go of my anger', like that's ever gonna happen again. I literally caused a mass homicide last time. The voice hasn't appeared enough to cause any concern however. It mainly shows up when boss yells at me for stupid shit or wants to test out a new experiment on me.

It also showed up when Zack broke the washer. That was odd though so I don't count it as much. Apparently no one else here knows how to work a damn wrench aside from Digit, who never leaves her room. So I was roped into fixing it. That led to me noticing just how many things were actually fucked up around here.

For example; our floor has a total of three clogged sinks, two broken cabinets, and an entire section of wall was gone from behind a deliberately placed poster. There is so much more but I won't go into detail so that I don't feel compelled to give my team basic living skill classes.

I got bored of working on our floor but still needed something to do so I decided to do some tune ups on my bike. It's a Kawasaki Ninja H2. I prefer the classics but this is what the boss supplied me with. It has gotten me out of some pretty gruesome situations quickly so I'm not complaining. Besides, Digit and I share a passion for motorbikes. Gives us something to bond over since we work on our Kawaskis a lot together.

I was up in the garage with our main get away driver/mechanic. He's also a pretty good fighter. All surprising facts for a fourteen or something year old. We don't talk much. Hence why I have my music playing and he's on the other side of the garage under the truck. I became so focused on my work that I didn't realize all of the grease and grime I was getting on me.

I never even spared a second glance at my clothes or hands until the intercom system whirred to life as it always does. I knew there was no time to clean up or change however, since it was the boss who was calling us into a mission briefing.

"Cruciatu, Playboy, Digit, and Simon. Meet me in the office immediately. You have new jobs to do."

Standing up straight and cracking my knuckles I examined how filthy I had actually gotten. 

"Well, at least I can get the Boss's meeting room all dirty. Fuckin' deserves it for hitting me in the head with a rock."

~ 2 DAYS AGO ~

"Hey, Reese's Pieces!"  Her comes Ariana... "Boss wants to see you in the garage."

Turning around I finally was face to face with the most mentally disturbed character in our team. Ariana was odd and very psychotic at times but we lover her for it.

"What does that old fart want now?"

"Not sure, he just stopped me in the elevator and told me to send you up."

"Well, I'm not going."

As I walked away she sighed and jogged to catch up, stopping me from going any further.

"He said he would take away mission privileges for two weeks if you didn't. You know we get stir crazy."

Fearing my restless team's energy more than anything, I groaned and stalked over to the elevator. Flipping Ariana off as the doors slid closed.

Entering the garage, after being stopped by some dumbass new recruits asking who I was before I scared the shit out of them with my title, I called out to the one remaining dinosaur on Earth.

"Hey! Ashy ass! Where are you, Ariana told me to meet you here."

"I'm behind the van!"