The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights.
Remember, it's all meant in fun.
My little entourage wasn't much for small talk. "Lady Curly" seemed to be in charge, while "Starsky" and "Hutch" just acted as muscle. Not that Curly wasn't any slouch in the strength arena herself.
Oddly, they were really rather polite about it all. Sure, Lady Curly had done the arm-twisting routine on me (said arm would be smarting for a month...provided I could ever get back into a natural position again) while Starsky and Hutch look on, but there hadn't been any needless gun-waving or pistol-whipping. Lady Curly had even been careful not to crack my head open when shoving me into the backseat of their sedan.
Starsky drove, Hutch rode shotgun, and Lady Curly was my new left arm. I couldn't help but wonder if they were planning on hand-cuffing me... maybe if I asked nice...
Where the hell did that come from? I could only shake my head, though this earned me a kinda-sorta glare from Lady Curly, though she seemed more amused than anything. Maybe the stories were true. Maybe suits like these could ready my thoughts.
Lady Curly might not have been bursting a gut, yet, but you could tell she found something funny. I looked down at my shoes, then my scratched-up jeans, then at her black suede pumps, ending up staring at those damn thighs again...Down, girl! Now is hardly the time to be giving free reign to fantasies! Still...
Now Starsky and Hutch seemed to be getting in on the act. At least Hutch was, if that suspicious tremor in his normally square shoulders was any indication. Starsky was being his usual controlled self, probably only because he was driving.
I decided after about ten minutes of this tour they had me on I was entitled to some answers. "Want to tell me what this is about?"
I guess they disagreed with that sense of entitlement, because no answers were forthcoming. I was gratified to see laughing boy getting a thwack on the shoulder though. He didn't much like it, but she just said, "Knock it off, Harris." He grimaced at me unhappily, but turned back around and there were no more silent snickers. I felt better about that. I don't think anyone likes having someone snicker as if there is a big joke that they're not being let in on; especially when it's at their expense.
The only problem was that this lovely blonde who was sitting next to me lost her smile at my question. "You'll find out soon enough," she said. Then she turned her face away from me and just stared face forward. I felt a bit disappointed at that, but it wasn't as if she were trying to be friends with me from the beginning, so I just sighed and looked out the window. It was a blur of greening land, blue sky and sunlight. We were cruising out of city limits and I felt terribly vulnerable.
You know, it's easy to slip into daydreams when you're surrounded by a situation that you don't understand and people you don't know and who won't communicate with you. I was dangerously close to fantasizing, becoming lost in the faux memories of my soul. I desperately wanted to be lost in there, I think, because I was so incredibly uncomfortable with where I was. But, I was spared the madness by a startled, "We're being followed boss!" from the driver.
I heard the click of guns being prepared for mayhem and turned to look. Seemed like a normal looking car to me. I felt a hand on my head. "Get down!" she ordered as she pushed me down. "Cover your head." I put my arms up over my head school emergency style and thought about tornadoes and had a flash of thought about whose lap I'd rather be laying my head in. Mine was okay, but the position reminded me too much of stomach crunching. Not my favorite hobby. Her's on the other hand, would be fun to visit.
I reigned those thoughts in. Not that they were horrible, but they were a waste of my time and a distraction. Yet another attempt by myself to leave. It wasn't going to happen, might as well relax, and try to be present. So I waited for the gunshots, and waited and waited. And then she said, "It's just some tourist, let 'em pass."
The driver slowed down to almost a crawl and the person in the car behind us passed by without knowing how close to death they'd just come. Then we were on our way again. And I had a lot of time to think.
I thought about my life so far, my graduation, being in this car with these people, the possibility of surviving. I thought maybe they were doing me a favor. If I was really in danger, and I got taken out, I wouldn't have to pay my student loans. I wouldn't have to get a job.
A job
A job
A job.
Oh joy, the responsibilities of human existence, and it's my turn.
I hired me a headhunter, since I literally had NO idea where to start. I was just working toward a degree. I really I'd just played at it because it sounded interesting. I think I took forever getting out of school because I found Everything so interesting. They eventually make you make choices. So I did. I ended up in a strangely combined techie field, relating to old religions and artifacts and computer stuff. So I guess you could call me an archeologist, but I was really just a Jill. It made for an interesting but eclectic resume and I figured I'd probably end up as a clerk somewhere.
Okay, so I'm not ambitious.
Sal on the other hand. .Oh my Gods. She'd tried to sell me the world. Then she'd asked me if I had preferences about where I wanted to work. I just said I'd go wherever she sent me to interview and try not to act as crazy as I really was. As long as it pays the bills, you know? She said not to worry. She'd find me someplace with some aggressive recruitment and growth potential, where they wouldn't care what I did, as long as they got results. I'm still puzzling over what she meant by that, because she'd had this odd edge to her voice.
I was thinking of this when we finally came to a turnoff. I hadn't really been tracking where we were going, but we were some distance from the city and in the big business sector. And I mean big business; towering shiny buildings, lots of trees and green for the staff, lots of security, and corporate attitudes. The sign was really a monument, a giant piece of marble with lettering declaring:
There was a pretty set of logos, which I guess represented the Company. I shifted in my seat, to get a better look and spotted the Government signature logo at the bottom. I'd heard of the company at the University, but hadn't really bothered with the knowledge. I knew they were government affiliated. I didn't know that they were *so* connected. I managed a surreptitious glance at the lady next to me. She smirked at me with a knowing smile. "We'll get you something to wear at the office." Something clicked and I realized suddenly that Sal had been speaking quite literally. I was on my way to an interview. Aggressive recruitment indeed.
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