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Post by Daz on Jan 12, 2008 13:03:39 GMT
"Oh good. So why am I here then?" I lean back a little... "Why the heck am I wasting my time."
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Post by captsparrowslady on Jan 12, 2008 16:42:43 GMT
"Because I am blind. And the Company is very nervous about keeping me on as an Agent." I started, "Plus, out in the field, having a pair of eyes is important. Plus you screw up one more time, God knows what they'll do to you. I'm your last chance to get it right... You're my last chance to stay in it. That's why you're here." I explained.
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Post by Daz on Jan 12, 2008 16:55:37 GMT
"They won't get rid of me." I tell him in a strait forward manner.. though deep down I don't really believe it, myself.
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Post by captsparrowslady on Jan 12, 2008 17:05:11 GMT
"You keep telling yourself that, Darling." I smirked, "You've gotta at least play by their rules a little bit. With the shit that really matters. I agree there are some rules that just do not apply to certain situations when you're in the field and you've gotta fly by the seat of your pants, but there are some pretty important rules you tend to ignore that the guys state side start to get nervous about... you don't want to go renegade... or have them think you've gone renegade." I said, "Belive me... they thought I had gone renegade so many times, my nickname became Cowboy. Some people still call me Cowboy." I smirked.
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Post by Daz on Jan 12, 2008 17:11:49 GMT
"I don't think that's anything to brag about, Sands."
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Post by captsparrowslady on Jan 12, 2008 17:21:45 GMT
"It's not a brag. It's the truth." I corrected, "I earned that nickname within the first 2 years of service. After a while, and several Psych evaluations later they realised I was loyal to the Company I just marched to the beat of my own drum. And I'm sociopathic, which helps with the job. As you know, you have to kill sometimes and I do not hold remorse for anybody the company tells me to kill. I might feel something if an innocent got in my way, but if they're the 'bad guy' I feel nothing." I said, casting my gaze to the side, "Even after I was blinded, I killed 5 people who were trying to kill me. I feel absolutely no remorse for that at all." I said quietly, "In fact one of those 5 that I killed, I found joy in it because the little bitch betrayed me." I whispered, stopping myself when I realised I was getting too emotional. I hated getting emotional and I hated to show it to people I don't know.
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Post by Daz on Jan 13, 2008 12:33:08 GMT
I watch him, blankly.. "Okay half of what you just said just sounded like blah-blah-blah blah-blah... I really don't care how many people you've killed."
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Post by captsparrowslady on Jan 13, 2008 12:52:13 GMT
"Yeah... I know... Sorry about that.... I uh... I guess I'm still a little... uh... sore about... about what... went down in Mexico." I said, clearing my throat, "I... I don't know..." I finished lamely, rubbing my hand over my face, trying to snap out of the funk I suddenly found myself in. I was starting to get a headache, throbbing behind my eye sockets. I massaged my temples, wanting to remove my glasses but refrained.
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Post by Daz on Jan 13, 2008 21:54:12 GMT
I look around the room and then back to him.. "You alright?"
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Post by captsparrowslady on Jan 13, 2008 22:13:01 GMT
"Headache... migrane is more like it... I get them now since Mexico." I said, still rubbing my temples, "I have some vicodin on the counter by the toaster. Can you hand it to me, along with a glass of water?" I asked, trying to keep the pain out of my voice.
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