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Five Years Gone
Date: Spring 2012 Characters: Candice Wilmer, Dae-Mun 'Jimmy' Lee… 
29th-Sep-2007 11:42 pm
Date: Spring 2012
Characters: Candice Wilmer, Dae-Mun 'Jimmy' Lee
Summary: Nighttime at the office, or how operatives kill time in between missions.
Warnings: --
Status: Complete
Open to the office

They worked twelve hour shifts on a day to day basis, but occasionally, they pulled all nighters too. It helped to be used to the workload and the stress when you had to deal with a crisis. Rebels and militia men didn't care if you hadn't slept in days when they set whole buildings on fire. The government knew this. Parkman knew this. It was why there were showers and rooms with bunk beds for nights like these, when she couldn't be bothered to go home and she couldn't stand seeing the same office, the same for walls, again.

Sitting on the top bunk, feet dangling off the side, Candice made a note on a file she wasn't supposed have seen and flipped through to the casualty list for the latest bombing. Fifty dead, twice as many wounded and only a few of them were like her.

"What a waste," she sighed, checking the time on her cell again. One hour 'till the next briefing.
29th-Sep-2007 10:24 pm (UTC)
Jimmy rolled over from his prone position on the bottom bunk to lay on his back. He took a pen from his jacket and ran the end of it along the pad of Candice's bare foot. That was as much reprimand he was up to giving her for going through his briefcase. He had wanted to rest before the briefing, but his mind was incapable of shutting off.

"Waste of what?"
29th-Sep-2007 10:35 pm (UTC)
Candice jumped a little as the cold, metallic tip made contact with the sole of her foot. "That tickles," she complained half-heartedly before her reading distracted her again.

"Waste of human life," she replied after a few moments, noticing that she'd allowed herself to become engrossed in something that couldn't be change yet again. "Either rebels are getting better at what they're doing or we're getting worse."
29th-Sep-2007 10:39 pm (UTC)
"Either Intel's getting lazy or they're wanting the rebels to do all of the work for us." he sighed, losing the pen in favor of his fingers. As much as he agreed with her, he didn't want to waste too much time on it. The Enclave and Militia of late had focused more on inflicting the most damage against each other they made their progress in taking down a common foe. Unfortunately, civilians were also getting caught in the crossfire, irregardless of the battlefield or combatants. "Stop reading."
29th-Sep-2007 10:42 pm (UTC)
"Why?" she sighed. "It's interesting. Human nature at its very worst." And stupidest; and most cruel. And most unfair. She could go on all night, her habit of being negative about the world in general and people these days in particular not lessening as she grew older.

One foot kicked lightly at his searching fingers. "Postmortems seem to disappear quite often from these files." Even the ones you get to see and I don't.
29th-Sep-2007 10:50 pm (UTC)
"If they ever get filed at all. If it isn't warrantable, it's superfluous." Jimmy smirked and left her foot alone, resting his hands across his stomach. Even though he knew how many coils there were on the mattress above, he didn't hesitate to count them again. He sure enough had the time. "Do you know who's going to be put in charge of containment yet? Miller's dead."
29th-Sep-2007 10:53 pm (UTC)
Superfluous in this business was just another word for confidential, she wanted to point out.

"You're asking me?" she snorted, closing the file because she'd already read it twice. "I'd have assumed that if anyone knew, you would." She hadn't even known Miller was dead. "What happened to him?"
29th-Sep-2007 11:01 pm (UTC)
"Still under investigation." Which meant to say he didn't know. "I found out two hours ago."
29th-Sep-2007 11:03 pm (UTC)
"My money's on suicide," she breathed, bed shifting as she gathered her knees up to her chest. "He couldn't take it anymore so he decided to say goodbye, cruel world." A shrug. "Not like any of us'll miss him." The number of times he could've gotten them killed. It didn't bear remembering.
29th-Sep-2007 11:12 pm (UTC)
"Or a member on his team decided to finally put him out of his misery." he muttered, his stomach twisting at how common place such conversations had become. He waited until the silence between their beds became unbearable before he spoke again. "I think they're going to ask me to take it."
29th-Sep-2007 11:27 pm (UTC)
"You? On containment?" she repeated, for a moment not knowing how to react before habit kicked in. "Just climbing up that ladder... Are you going to take it?" Do you think they'll give you a choice?
29th-Sep-2007 11:38 pm (UTC)
"And turn out like Miller? I'll stick to my current assignment." he said with a soft laugh, praying that there had been a different reason they let him know of the operatives death. A normal on special containment was nothing short of suicide. Even with mutant operatives the turnover rate was high.
29th-Sep-2007 11:44 pm (UTC)
"Miller was an idiot and he was unstable," she pointed out with a frown, out of habit jumping to his defense even when she didn't need to. "You'd do well. Besides, it's a step up. You'd have a bigger team." Longer hours, more responsability, more risk, higher chances of ending up in one of the slabs down in the morgue.

Candice closed her eyes. Not what she wanted to be thinking about right now.
29th-Sep-2007 11:53 pm (UTC)
"A bigger mess, if I inherit whatever's left of Miller's old unit. No thank you." he shook his head, turning on the bed until he could peer at Candice from his bed. "It's a step up, but at what benefit?"
29th-Sep-2007 11:57 pm (UTC)
"I'm sure you'd get a bonus. A bigger parking space. Probably a bigger office," she suggested, shifting until she could hop off the top bunk. "And, most importantly, people to yell and when things go wrong." And they invariably would go wrong, especially when it came to containment.
30th-Sep-2007 12:07 am (UTC)
"Don't need money, I ride a bike, and I barely use the office I got." he pointed out with a shrug. "It wouldn't give me any more leverage to yell at Parkman, so no thanks." If I have any say in the matter.
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