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The day after Jason had talked with Stephen, he was in the infirmity trying to learn and to perform his tasks with utmost diligence. He cleaned the floors, counted the inventory, and did his best to grin and bear the bed pans. Zanth was disgusted at first, but eventually he got over it and even began to joke about it. The jokes were low brow of course.

And if he wasn't cleaning or taking stock, he had his nose in the books, literally grabbing stack loads of them and reading up to the early hours of the morning, absorbing all the information he could.

With all the effort he had put in, it didn't take long for Jason to burn himself out. He had thought sleep would not be a issue; he rarely got a decent amount of sleep anyway due to waking up in a cold sweat from a nightmare about . But it was clear from the black circles around his eyes that perhaps he should have paced himself a bit more.

Nonetheless, the moon trainee staggered down the corridor as he tried to recall where he was or what he should be doing. Was it his shift again? His mind was a haze of bandage numbers, organ functions, and poop jokes.

He paused, standing outside a door as he rubbed his eyes trying to clear his head before pushing it open. Where did this door lead to again?

Zoobey

REPORTING FOR SUFFERING

"........"

Jason stared at him, his face surprisingly calm and collected considering he had just walked into Caelius office, or more likely his own immediate demise. He appeared impassive at the death bringing glare of the Death lead who looked like he was about to relieve the moon of his earthy worries, the anger that he knew was barely suppressed beneath the psychotic individual's visage, that once released made the zombie dragon demons look like puppies.

Jason even appeared calm as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his body falling backwards in a dead faint so it stuck half in half out of the office door.

One prod

Nothing

Two prods

Nothing

Three pr-

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A scream erupted from Jason as he jumped up, Clutching onto Mark for dear life. "DON'T KILL ME PLEASE I DON'T WANT TO DIE Idon'twanttodie...."

It look liked he was shaking. And sobbing too.

Jason wouldn't have cared at how smelly Mark was at that point, as all he wanted was to beg for his life until he realized the immediate threat was gone. But if he was in any sort of rational thinking he would of backed up the no homo statement for sure. Because Mark was gross.

Zanth would tap it though.

As such he stood there trembling, trying to gather his shattered thoughts. The mention of the Sahara not helping the situation. "W-what WHERE?!" He looked around in a panic. "W-what mission were are we going whats going on - AM I GOING TO DIE?!!?" He whimpered as he gazed at Mark with big puppy dog eyes.

Manhood - 1

If Jason looked pitiful before, he certainly looked even more so now. Eyes widened in shock, hands shaking as he digested the information. Though it was a little hard to swallow the death assistants explanation. (Dickitus- what the hell that had to be bullshit), but the mention of you know who had him grasping Mark by the shoulders in pure fear.

"What do I need to do?!?!" It was not worth questioning him. He had fainted in you know who's office, that was certainty grounds for execution. In fact, Mark may of heard him say he would come back to kill him! A pain or not, he was the death assistant. He would have to know what was going on in Caelius evil mind.

"P-please tell me!" His grip tightened in desperation, hoping Mark would spill the beans.

"F-f-five grand??!?!" Jason's mouth hung to the floor. "But I-"

He shut his mouth, gawking openly at the death lead. Considering he was only a trainee his salary would hardly be enough to cover it. But if he scraped up the savings, and that bonus he got, then Maybe. Plus, no money was better then being not alive.

"....O-okay, Whats this favor?" His shoulders slumped in defeat, knowing this wouldn't bode well.

While he was known to stick his nose in the books, Jason at least knew what a Jedi was, having watched star wars in the past. He wasn't that much of a closet shut in. He also knew what a Sith Lord was and he was pretty sure with the way Mark was looking at him, that the Death Assistant was the latter and not the former.

It was, however, still hard to understand what Mark wanted him to do. "J-join the dark side? L-like a golem?" It was the first thing that came to his mind, but from the way he was talking it sounded more like he was spying on a hunter and not a horsemen. The confusion showed on his face. Here was mark, a death hunter, guy who could apparently hack into all sorts of things and had access to security footage all over Deus Ex, asking a moon to spy on people.

"...Wouldn't it be easier to use spy cameras?" Or to use someone who was part of the division that excelled in this sort of thing.



"E-er, I promise not to tell anyone" Who in their right mind would believe him anyway? Either that or they'd shake their heads in pity. When the other death hunters passed the two, Jason tried to make himself as small as possible and wished he had opted for a hood on his coat so he could hide better.

Zoobey

Okay, maybe he was wrong about the hunter part. But whatever it was Mark wanted him to find, he was pretty sure it wanted to kill him. And as the death assistant described each terrifying ability Jason looked more like he wanted to pass out again and forget about the whole thing.

Once he was done giving him a good description though, the moon didn't budge and still looked as awkward as possible until he spoke.

"Umm, Mark.... can you give me a hint as to where I should look for this laser shooting demon spawn...maybe even a portal?" Because he had no idea as to where he should start to look for this thing.