"My name is none of your concern, Mr. Yaway. If you need to call me for anything, Miss or Ma'am would do."
Otrahun sighed. The food had done him little good and he was still buzzing from the leftover alcohol in his system. Some part of him was hoping it was all a drunken mistake, but then again, he had done worse things when drunk, what difference did it make if it was saving the world this time.
The woman got up from the chair. "You need to come with me to our offices where our people will get you up to speed about what we need from you."
"Can you at least give me the assurance that this is not some organ harvesting scheme. I'd hate to wake up in an ice bath when the alcohol wears off."
"Mr. Yaway, I assure you that the threats that we are fighting are very much real and if you prove your usefulness, an organ harvesting scheme would be the least of your worries."
"You have neither confirmed nor denied what your whole scheme is about." He put some money on the table and the boy waiting at the stall scurried forward to take away his plates and the money. "But you know, as you said I am the anomaly, I guess I'll have to agree with you on that one."
The woman took out a device from her purse and pressed a single button on it. It was too small to be a phone and there wasn't any visible marking on the device. Just a small black box with a single button.
"So, what happens now? Do we get picked up by black helicopters or what?"
The woman looked at him and the ghost of a smile haunted her face for a single second before vanishing in a scowl that resided there permanently.
Otrahun felt a gust of wind so strong that he stumbled for a second before regaining his balance. The wind got stronger and a sleek shape appeared from the sky like a shark in dark waters.
He looked at the black helicopter as it landed on the empty road and a tiny rat of worry poked its nose out of the rathole in his head.
Nah, he told the rat to relax. What the worse that could happen?
Otrahun sighed. The food had done him little good and he was still buzzing from the leftover alcohol in his system. Some part of him was hoping it was all a drunken mistake, but then again, he had done worse things when drunk, what difference did it make if it was saving the world this time.
The woman got up from the chair. "You need to come with me to our offices where our people will get you up to speed about what we need from you."
"Can you at least give me the assurance that this is not some organ harvesting scheme. I'd hate to wake up in an ice bath when the alcohol wears off."
"Mr. Yaway, I assure you that the threats that we are fighting are very much real and if you prove your usefulness, an organ harvesting scheme would be the least of your worries."
"You have neither confirmed nor denied what your whole scheme is about." He put some money on the table and the boy waiting at the stall scurried forward to take away his plates and the money. "But you know, as you said I am the anomaly, I guess I'll have to agree with you on that one."
The woman took out a device from her purse and pressed a single button on it. It was too small to be a phone and there wasn't any visible marking on the device. Just a small black box with a single button.
"So, what happens now? Do we get picked up by black helicopters or what?"
The woman looked at him and the ghost of a smile haunted her face for a single second before vanishing in a scowl that resided there permanently.
Otrahun felt a gust of wind so strong that he stumbled for a second before regaining his balance. The wind got stronger and a sleek shape appeared from the sky like a shark in dark waters.
He looked at the black helicopter as it landed on the empty road and a tiny rat of worry poked its nose out of the rathole in his head.
Nah, he told the rat to relax. What the worse that could happen?
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