Sophie | First Class
"Yes I can cover you Tuesday... and Thursday night?! C'mon Aidan you're killing me... okay fine. Tuesday plus your call Thursday night but that's it... what? Who do you think I am? I am not doing that... yes we have done it before, and from what I remember, it was crap. Yeah? Yeah. Okay. Tuesday and Thursday night. You're a scumbag. Bye."
Brian's face barely moved a muscle until she pressed the hang up button. "Aidan's a scumbag," she explained.
"So I gathered."
Sophie wrapped her jacket tighter around her and looked up and down for the jet that was supposedly arriving to pick them up. "So where is this thing?"
"They're prepping it."
"Who else is coming?"
"Knox and Grae should meet us in Vegas."
"Oh fab," Sophie muttered. "Their last mission they nearly let a demon blow up the 307."
"Nearly," Brian said, holding up a finger. "In the lives of agents, there is a very distinct line between nearly and actually letting things happen. Oh look, plane's ready."
"What-" Sophie spun round. Behind her was a very sleek silver jet with no markings. It looked like a cigar case with wings. They probably served cigars on board in a plane that looked like that.
The steps were brought up and they got on board. "This is... how do we afford this?" Sophie said, staring at the luxury leather seats and the booby stewardess offering them whiskey on the rocks. Sophie took one and downed it, but the stewardess's expression didn't change, keeping her fake smile.
"Um, we don't. Most of our transport is more bockety. But we were short today, this is Director Grimm's personal jet."
"So she's his personal... never mind. Don't want to know." She blinked hard, but that image was never leaving her head.
Brian smirked. "Presumably, yes. But I kind of really did not need to think about that."
"Nobody ever needs to think about that."
This plane was so snazzy that the seats faced each other so you could have a conversation. It was just like a continuation of the lunchdate, Sophie guessed, but something made her feel more relaxed. Maybe it was that the lunchdate was being overshadowed by her actually going out into the field. Maybe it was excitement. Maybe it was whiskey. Who knew?!
"Fasten seatbelts please," said Director Grimm's personal - said the stewardess. "Prepare for take-off."
She sat down in her specially prepared seat. "No safety message?"
"Field agents don't really go in for safety," Brian said with a grin, "in case you hadn't noticed."
"Oh believe me I've noticed, because guess who your recklessness comes back to? The person who has to stitch you up at the end of the day. I mean - well, I mean, I guess you're... not that bad-" was that a compliment? Did that count as a compliment? "- but I mean after your team's last mission Jenson came back with a demon bite on his arm, how do you let that happen?"
"It happens. Sometimes you just don't have control of the situation."
"I just think you should all be a lot more careful," Sophie finished rather lamely. Then she frowned, realising that Jenson hadn't been recorded as going to the medicentre since. What if that wound was still festering?
Her stomach swooped as the plane took off and she smiled down as the world got smaller beneath them.
There was a slim silver laptop on the table which Brian opened and he typed in his credentials, only to get a large beep that sounded like "access denied." "Damn it," he swore. "I need to see the brief."
He tried again but to no avail. "Let me try," Sophie said, making grabby hands at the laptop.
He pushed it towards her doubtfully. "If my log-in won't work, I doubt yours will."
"No, but Mama's will." Brian made googly eyes. Sophie shrugged. "We all have her password in case of emergencies." She typed it in, and it binged open. "Where do I go now?"
"Missions > Briefs > should be the latest one there."
Sophie navigated through to the brief. "'Go to Vegas. Air demon thingy. Kill/otherwise get rid of. DO NOT PLAY BLACKJACK Kind regards, Grimm.'" She looked up. "Is this a joke?"
Brian shook his head. "Unfortunately no."
"How does the agency stay... I don't know. Alive?"
"Guns," Brian said. "Lots of guns."
It was as if they'd gone right back to lunch and the gun discussion, but something felt a whole lot more natural now as Sophie slipped back into conversation. Eventually they both quietened and Brian began to doze, as Sophie idly looked at the laptop, and decided it would be a good idea to order the patient in Bed #7's LFTs here because Aidan would definitely forget.
She went into the file entitled Bloodwork, and a list of completed studies came up. Sophie frowned, none of these were the ones she ordered - before she remembered that, of course, this was Mama's account.
At the top of the list was Jenson White.
She couldn't help it. She clicked in. Haemoglobin - 25, WCC- 0 - what. She double checked the name - it was him. And those were the supposed results What on earth...?
"What are you looking at?" Brian asked, clearly more awake than Sophie thought.
"Nothing," she said, closing the file and shutting the laptop as if it were about to explode. "Nothing. Go back to sleep," she said with her most reassuring smile.
God how many times had she used that line?
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