“Not originating one this hunk’a rock the locals call Earth? I thought it fairly self explanatory.” -He grins…then shrugs. Good question.- “Just a fellow with staggering medical bills, a new lease on life and just about the most long distance work relationship you’ve ever seen.”
“Oh, it is. I was just making sure I wasn’t insane for thinking it.” she spoke, running a hand through her hair. “So this whole organization is much bigger than what I thought. This stretches across worlds?” she furrowed her eyebrows, confused. She honestly had no idea that this was that huge.
“It has many interplanetary locations, yes. Just keep in mind that it’s not likely they’ll even ask you to travel off-world. There’s a reason I was tasked with hiring some, ah, local talent.”
“That’s a nicer way to put it. I have to say, no matter how interesting it would be to go off-world, I’d prefer to stay right here. So, what happens if I say I’m in? I’m not selling my soul to the devil or anything.” she smirked. “I already did that.”
“Gen. Something I can do for you?”
“Oh, you are fucking vicious.” He was smiling already when he glanced at her. “Yeah, you can,but it’d be nice if you acknowledged what you were doing.”
“Oh, whatever do you mean? I was simply doing a little,” she bit her lip, finding the right word, “research, is all.” she smiled, raising an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”
OH COOL LOOK A NEW MESSAGE!
THAT BAD BOY RIGHT THERE IS A VIRUS.
YEP, YOU HIT THAT TEMPTING LITTLE CIRCLE AND YOU HAVE A ONE WAY TRIP TO VIRUS-VILLE ON THE MY COMPUTER IS NOW CRASHED BUS!
DON’T CLICK IT.
CLICK IT AND YOUR HACKED.
CLICK IT AND YOUR COMPUTER DIES.
CLICK IT AND BASICALLY YOU’RE SCREWED.
I can vouch. I got this earlier today and deleted it immediately
Dean elbowed Sam in the ribs. He needed to just shut up and let him do the talking. “Uh- well- look, we don’t want any trouble. We were looking for someone and if you’re some kind of assassin chick, you’re clearly not who we’re looking for. So, how about we just we just forget any of us ever met?” Dean’s face switched from reasonable and calm, to threatening and hard. He let the fact that he’d gone toe to toe with the Devil, had been to Hell, and hunted demons for a living show on his face. “‘Cause, we keep this up and someone’s gonna get hurt, and sweetheart, I really don’t want to hurt you.”
Smooth, Dean, Sam thought. Really smooth.
Dark eyes narrowing, Eve shifted her gaze to Dean, seizing him up. He was a smooth talker for sure and someone she was annoyed by. If he thought a few words would get him out of this, he was completely wrong.
Cocking her head to the side, she smirked slightly. “How could I ever forget a face like that? I don’t think things are going to go down this easily.” she shifted a bit, body facing directly towards the two boys. It was a bit of an intimidation tactic she used, but she highly doubted it would work now.
“Someone always gets hurt when dealing with me.” she smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Actually, someone always dies, and, let me give you a hint,” she chuckled, “it’s never me. So, how about we do this my way. Who are you and why are you here?”