Chapter 6 - Complications part 6

(Lana)
=i smile=
You always make that sound when you eat? I don't think I heard it last time you ate.

=i chuckle and take a bite of the salad. a bit of ranch spills out of the corner of my mouth but I don't notice it yet=

umm... you got something on your face...

(Lana)
=i look down=
Where?

=I grab a napkin and wipe her face=

got it.

(Lana)
Thank you.

=i stay silent for a moment=
So, right this second, what are you thinking about?

hmm? uhh... your a messy eater... why, what were you thinking?

(Lana)
=i smile=
Literally, what were you thinking. And no reason, just something to fill the silence.

=i take another bite=

I was thinking you were a messy eater...

(Lana)
=i chuckle=
I know that, I'm saying that what I was thinking was "What were you thinking".

I'm confused now...

(Lana)
=i sigh and move closer to him=
I was trying to say, that what I was thinking was asking you "What were you thinking". I was trying to make a joke.

=i put my head on his shoulder=
So clueless sometimes...

*yawn*.... I'm tired... It's actually pretty late...

(Lana)
That's no excuse.

=i stand and grab his hand=
Okay, well, let's go.

=we walk back to the room=

Your my pillow tonight...

(Lana)
=i undress mostly, leaving my shirt and underwear on and climb into bed. i open my arms waiting for him=
All yours, my blanket.

=I climb onto the bed and rest my head on her chest=

so soft...

=I fall asleep=

(Lana)
=i wrap my arms around him=
So warm...

=i kiss him on the head and relax for sleep=

Tar:

=he continues to stare at the wall=

...............

=drool starts to form in the corner of his mouth=

..............

=starts testing the ships engines=

finally back in action

The limo arrives at the space-port. He gets out and shows his ticket to the ticket-man, he had no baggage so he was allowed to go directly to the transport ship. There, he waited for the ship to take off, so that he could begin his ONI-ordered Mission.

=heads to cell area and enters the prisoners cell=

Are you going to talk today?

zeru wrote:

=heads to cell area and enters the prisoners cell=

are you gonna talk today?

The Prisoner, "Fuck Off."

The Prisoner remains silent. Glaring at Zeru.

(Dormii uso)
=i walk about the ship. i hear voices from the cell block, Zeru and the prisoner. i walk over and lean on the doorframe=

Hey. He talk yet?

zeru wrote:

come on frank don't be like that you might like to kno i got a record of ur crimes if the police of that planet were ti fund out wonder what they'd say

The Prisoner, "They'd say nothing. since I don't exist."

=laughs=

Nice try, but according to the data i checked, you and your friends gave you up to save their own skin. You're wanted dead on sight. So wonder how does a firing squad sound to you?

=i walk in a bit farther=
Hey, can I do it? I've always wanted to kill for an actual good reason.

zeru wrote:

=laughs=

nice try but according to the data i checekd you are your friends gave you up to save their own skin ur wanted dead on sight so wonder how does a firing squad sound to you?

The Prisoner, "Sounds like the call of angels to me."

=sarcastically=
Really? Sounds like a nice guy, lying to his family. I'm sure they would be thrilled to hear the news.

Hmm, i can picture it now "Excuse me, but your husband and/or father is a killer. Everything he has told you is a lie. Also, he may be dead soon. Have a nice day, sir/madam." Sounds like a great way to return home, dude.

The Prisoner, "You can try all you want, their dead."

The Prisoner, "Oh really, Who? I thought I killed them all."

=i walk over and lean down in front of him=
I have a few questions for you, Frank, is it? Don't worry, they don't have anything to do with your bosses or anything. Just a few...fun questions. Okay?

=i stand back up=
My first question is very simple, when you kill someone, how do you feel?

Redbull wrote:

=i walk over and lean down in front of him=
I have a few questions for you, Frank, is it? Don't worry, they don't have anything to do with your bosses or anything. Just a few...fun questions. Okay?

=i stand back up=
My first question is very simple, when you kill someone, how do you feel?

The Prisoner, "It's a job. People die. I get paid."

=i nod my head=
So...you don't really care. Okay, that's fine. I'm not hating on your life right now, just trying to get to know you. So, uh, what happens if you don't get paid, what then?

The Prisoner, "Then we Kill them, or take them hostage, or make their lives hell. What do you think happens?"

=i think for a moment=
Now, just so I am clear on this, when you don't get paid, you take the would-be payer hostage? Or the target hostage?

The Prisoner clenches his teeth, "the Fuck do you think?"

he seems familiar

=takes off helmet=

not sure where though

I'm going to say the would-be payer. But that doesn't make sense, if you don't get paid, and you make sure the payer can't pay, then you are forced to keep them hostage until they can pay, which they can't do because they are hostages.

=i shrug=
Oh well, who am I to judge that your boss or bosses are backwards? Anyway, on to the next question, were you paid? For the killing, I mean. It seems to me that with the amount of bullets you were putting out not hitting much, you might've at least killed your target. So, were you paid?

The Prisoner, "The job isn't finished until the target is dead."

=i lean down to head level with the guy=
But you see, I think he is dead. Because, while you were shooting at things and missing, I was trying to escape from your friends who could shoot. Along the way, long after you became a lefty, i found a body. Nikolaus Oehlberg.

=i see a finger twitch=
Aha! I was right! He was your target. So, anyway, I found his body in the rubble. So, I kinda have to ask you again, were you paid? Because with your target being dead, your job is over and...well...you should be paid.

The Prisoner smiles, "I don't think you understand. The old Bastard isn't dead."

Oh, well, in that case, you should just be let go. We should just let you continue trying and failing to shoot at the thing you were shooting at, and learn to write bad checks with your left hand, all while still failing horribly to shoot properly.

=i lean on the arm of his chair=
Hey, tell me, what does it feel like to miss so many times?

The Prisoner looks Dormii straight in the face, "Feels like you don't know what you're talking about."