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 Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 11:14 am
Toby heaved a sigh. This fantasy Nick who had only had one job before in his life was a depressing sentiment to Ryan's own qualifications.
"Do you know what they'll be having us do? Are we assisting or running mail or what?"
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 11:32 am
“Assisting,” Nick said, happily. “Don’t worry about it, today’s just going to be a training day. It’ll be a sinch!” The elevator dinged, the door opening to a carpeted hallway. The carpet was a white—but not quite white, it almost looked dirty. The scant furniture was sleek and polished.
“Nice place,” Nick enthused. “C’mon, let’s go find room 304!”
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 11:34 am
Toby blew a breath between his lips, causing them to puff up for a moment. He offered the other guy in the elevator a little wave. "Wish us luck."
He was probably not fae, but not definitely. They had to be suspicious of everyone.
"Oop, that way," Toby said. 304 would have the receptionist (Shondra, apparently) who would have their assignment for the day. For the sake of realism, they hadn't been told what it is, exactly, they'd be doing, or with whom. The pain may be legitimate, but Nick would have the tougher job then, pretending to be happy.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 11:53 am
“Good luck, kids.” The man in the elevator waited for the doors to close. Would they be the next disappearances? Poor kids had no idea what they were in for.
Nick followed Toby. “My last job wasn’t anything like this,” he said, and gave another casual glance around. Was the elevator the only way out? Ah! No, there was another sign indicating another somewhere ahead.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 11:55 am
"I'm somehow not surprised by that," Toby half-mumbled. What had False Nick done before, he wondered? Nothing corporate, certainly. Fast food or retail before or during college? Or had be been an overly-enthusiastic file clerk? "How much college did you do?"
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 12:04 pm
“Two years!” Nick beamed. “I have my associate’s and everything! After I’ve worked a while, I’ll be able to go back to school and finish my master’s. Maybe one day I can be a CEO!” He was certainly an ambitious just-out-of-college kid. “What about you?”
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 12:51 pm
Toby grimaced as if he was slowly receiving a rectal exam and looked up toward the ceiling. "Mmh. Okay. I have my Masters in business? So... good luck, buddy." He whacked Nick on the back in a quasi-friendly way.
"We're here, buddy." He pulled the door open. "After you!"
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 1:06 pm
A master’s? “That’s impressive! I’m sure you’ll get the job then, Ryan. How many years were you in school?” Nick headed inside. “Hello,” he greeted the receptionist with a smile. “We’re new, and they told us to come to you?”
The receptionist studied Nick for a long moment, before asking for his name and offering him a folder. “Your name?” She asked, looking to Toby.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 5:23 pm
"College? Six..."
Toby held the door open for Nick and then followed him in. He gave another forced smile. "Ryan Alder?" He shifted his weight once, waiting for his folder.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 5:29 pm
The receptionist handed Toby the folder. “He’s a bit stressed lately, but I’m sure you’ll get on fine with the big boss,” she said.
“Shonda, where are my—“ A male’s voice came from another room.
“They’re on the desk,” she called back.
A man appeared, with a stack of papers. He was very neatly dressed, on the heavier side, and had a graying mustache that matched his salt and pepper hair. “There you boys are. Come on then, we have paperwork to go through, liabilities, insurance, all that fun stuff.”
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 5:47 pm
Stressed? Hah. Toby couldn't imagine why.
"Great, thanks," the werewolf said, and his smile brightened when the big boss entered. He had met the man purely on a professional basis beforehand. Toby liked to think that he had put enough Fear of the FBPI into this man that they wouldn't have problems. If it went wrong, though, the boss would be the only one to look insane. Hell, they might all end up memory-blasted. Hopefully not. That would make the investigation a hell of a lot harder.
"Sure. Come on, Nicky." He patted Nick's back and sighed before crossing in front him to follow the big boss. Deep cover was getting complicated, but it was still fun.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 5:55 pm
Nick studied the man for a moment before smiling and following Toby. He’d very nearly broken character—being obnoxious was difficult, when one was intentionally working at it for an extended period. He was sure the muscles in his mouth would be sore by the end of the day.
“Sit down, boys,” the man instructed, gesturing to two (probably fake) leather chairs. They had wheels and Nick’s tilted back when he sat.
“I could get used to this,” he said, happily. He swayed back and fourth.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 6:00 pm
Toby put his face in his hands and tried to compose himself. When he emerged again, he was smiling.
"Hello, Sir. It's nice to meet you." He turned to his folder then and began looking through the paperwork dutifully.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 6:07 pm
Once greeted, Nick’s chair straightened briefly. Nick opened his folder, carefully flipping through the paperwork. He nodded as he read. Pretty standard, really, oh, something about not suing the company. “Nice to meet you,” he offered, without looking up. He took up a pen, thumbing the lid thoughtfully, as if he couldn’t stand to be still.
The man sat in his chair, reaching over his desk to shake Toby’s hand. “Nice to meet you both,” he said.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 6:25 pm
Toby shook the boss' hand, offering a very convincing smile. Yes, Sir, hello, Sir, keep your cool, Sir, they might be watching and we certainly are.
"Do we... just fill this out?" He took a pen out of his pocket and began filling in the blanks with familiar undercover information. "What will our assignment be today, Sir?" Aside from infiltration of a possibly-fae kidnapping ring.
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