“If it’s good coffee, it doesn’t need cream or sugar.” Jay punctuates his statement by pouring a large cup out for himself, filling it up to the brim. He takes a small sip, letting out a sigh of contentment at the taste. Agency coffee makes everything else taste like garbage water.
“Did they not give you a perks package before you signed your life away?” Jay teases, filling up a plate until it’s overflowing. He keeps to his meal plan too, mostly, but Jay loves food and it generally tends to love him, or his metabolism, back.
“Tesla…. with a name like that, you have to be tech.” There’s no harm in playing dumb. Just because Jay has access files to every recruit doesn’t mean he has them memorized. His two mentees are both level one, which means he wasn’t eligible to look after any of the new class. Parks and King keep Jay’s hands full, but that’s not the only reason he hasn’t poured over the file. The truth is, out of all of the recruits that have made it this far, only a couple of them will have what it takes to finish training.
The rest will be memory-wiped, Men In Black style, and Jay’s a little selfish and vain, but he doesn’t want to get attached to someone to have them forget all about them. It makes it easier to distance yourself from trainees, even if it isn’t the right thing to do.
“Wait…” Jay stops eating long enough for a large grin to take over his face. “Did they seriously recruit a Tesla and Edison in the same class? That’s rich.”
“With a name like that, you have to be tech.” Tesla snorted, quite unladylike, into her steaming cup of coffee as she trailed after Jay, adding things onto her plate but also directly putting whatever looked good — and still fit with her meal plan — into her mouth. He was quite the sharp one, huh, she thought sarcastically, but kept that thought to herself. She’d already stuck her foot in her mouth too many times this morning, and even though she didn’t particularly ever try to make a good first impression (whatever she did next would immediately counter it anyways), she at least didn’t want to piss off one of the big bosses, even if he hadn’t admitted he was one.
Creases formed between Tesla’s brows, even as she popped another granola piece into her mouth, trying to put a face to the name: Edison. “Huh, I guess you’re right.” She hadn’t given much though to them, honestly, though Tesla never really gave much thought to anyone else unless they were immediately in front of her, or she needed something from them. All she knew was that they were good with cars, a point she’d made a note of; definitely not because she wanted to tinker with some, take them out on a joy ride, and race up the mountain or anything. “Though only one of us has the same name as Elon Musk’s company, so maybe that says something.” She arched an eyebrow, attempting to apply that she was obviously the better recruit, though she was pretty sure the opposite was true.
Popping another piece of granola into her mouth, she crunched it loudly, her narrowed gaze now on the man before her. Turning the conversation around on him, she intoned, “And since you’re a field agent ...” She paused, looking him up and down for a beat before continuing. “Wanna tell me how to get good at ass kicking? I could use some pointers.”
