PPC Mission II

“Okay okay okay, whadda we got?” my new partner asked, bouncing up and down in a supremely annoying fashion as she stared at the console, displaying our latest assignment.

I cuffed her lightly upside the head. “Never get excited about the Duty. It is a job, nothing more. In fact, it’s not even a job. It’s more like volunteer work. Hard work, no pay, ridiculous hours, but since we’re doing it for a decent cause we all tend not to complain. Yeah, that sounds about right. Fascinating. I never really thought about it that way before…” I mused. I snapped back to some semblance of reality. “Ax?”

Leila blinked, utterly bewildered by my train of thought. “What?”

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PPC Mission II (cont.)

“I hate this. I really do. Just listening to this is…ugh.”

“Julius, we aren’t sporking it because it’s good.”

“I know, I know, but still…I mean, how is exploiting loopholes in parental arguments cunning? It’s just annoying, and it doesn’t work. I mean, really, what does she expect to get out of this? If her parents were halfway realistic, they would just send Scarlett home the moment she came over, but nooo…” I peeked over her shoulder as she wrote a letter to her friend. 

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