"What? I'm partnering with her?" Anchor exclaims, slamming his fists onto the table.
Alfred nods, not flinching at Anchor's outburst. "Yes, Anchor, you are. Is there a problem with that?"
He looks scary, his eyes are sharp and he's standing up tall. I can feel the tension between the two of them, and I don't like it.
But I am more curious about something else; does Anchor not get along with girls? I wonder why that is, honestly. Well, not that it matters. He's gross anyway. The sooner we can finish the job, the better for me.
Either way, he backs down when he sees that Alfred won't. "Fine, then. Fine, I'll work with her." he responds through gritted teeth. I sigh, more out of relief than anything else, and look at him.
"I don't want to work with you either, but an order is an order, I am afraid." I tell him, shrugging as I do. He just looks away. This is probably going to be hard. At the least, I know for a fact that the day is going to be long.
"Let's go." he says, his voice straightforward but flat. I'm not in any mood to disagree, so I walk to the door silently. He follows, and I let him walk through first. After all, he knows where to go. I'm just the new recruit, of course. I doubt he even wants to be here in the first place, the more I get to know him. But then again, maybe that's just how he is. I'm not one to judge.
Anyway, this dark corridor is always going to creep me out. I follow Anchor, himself walking fast, outside of the building, trying not to think much of it. It isn't that I am afraid of the dark - I'm not, before you even THINK that - it's just that there is someone really odd about that one area of the building in general. I really need to convince them to get some lighting in there. Not even a window! Not one! Who BUILDS a place like that, anyway? Is this the dark ages? I honestly cannot begin to comprehend how... how stupid people can be.
As we leave the building, though, I make sure to get a good look at the surroundings. Hopefully, I'll remember where this is. Anchor, at least, seems to know, so should we return together, I won't have any trouble finding it. But maybe I should take a picture of it instead.
I reach for my phone in my bag, and pull it out, only to see that my childhood friend has left us, and that I probably will be seeing him in the afterlife.
"God DAMNIT!"
My sudden outburst prompts a glance from Anchor, who asks what's wrong.
"My god damn... my god damn phone died, that's what's wrong!" I exclaim in exasperation, receiving a chortle from Anchor. The jerk!
"Your phone... is dead... and you're angry about that? Bahahaha, what the hell ARE you?" He's teasing me. He's god damn teasing me. Who does that?
"I needed to take a picture of the area, you know. This building isn't EASY to find, is it?"
He just shrugs. "Well, whatever. I'm sure you can take a selfie later. For now, let's just get the damn job done. I want to see if you're really as useful as Lucas and Alfred say."
I sigh. I'm not even going to rise to his level; giving him that satisfaction would be my own defeat. Instead, I'll definitely show him just how useless he is, and how amazing I am. I am the born and raised telepath here, the one that used her powers every chance she got. Yes, even to cheat on tests. If he doesn't want to accept that I'm the better person, constantly berating me every chance he gets, and no doubt just to hide his own insecurities, then I'll have to prove him wrong, won't I? That is all there is to it! I don't need to do ANYTHINB but that.
But.... I'm rising to his level, thinking like that. I gues I'll just do my best, instead. That's a good idea, yes.
"So... where are we going first?" I inquire, and he stops in his tracks.
Does he not have a plan?
"First off, kid, there isn't any 'we'. Don't give me the 'we this, we that' shit, okay? I won't accept you as one of us until you prove your worth." He starts off on a rant, and I just shrug. "And don't shrug at me! I'm your superior here, understand? Now, you and I will be going to meet someone you probably don't know; Jonathon Sykes. Do you know who he is? No? Of course not."
Yes, I do. Mr Sykes is the head of the London Metropolitan Police. Anyone that wanted to go into law was probably expected to know that. Nicknamed "The Ghost" by fans and enemies alike, Sykes has a habit of solving the hardest crimes overnight without leaving any trace of investigating them in the sligh-- oh. Oh, that explains that.
I think Sykes might be some sort of telepath, too. That really does explain everything.
Can we talk without Anchor ever knowing what we are saying? That would be cool. Also probably mean. I'm pretty sure it's hard to like Anchor. He's a jerk, did you know that?
Then again, it might be hard to like me, too. I'm pretty damn judgemental. But I'm not a jerk! At least I have that going for me!
Well, for now, the most I can do is still follow him. Which I do. We continue walking through the busy London streets, and I make sure not to lose sight of him. Doing so would be death, and I can't risk that. It won't be literal death - well, that's debateable in this... weird, alternate London -, but I'll probably get hurt somehow in doing so. I don't like being SO CLOSE to him - I'm literally almost pressed up against him - but it'll have to suffice for now.
But christ, it's really god damn noisy. Will Sykes' place be as noisy as this? I sure hope not. I suppose all I can do really is wait to find out. We'll be there eventually, at any rate. But are we just going to walk? I'm sure I'll get lost on the way there.
Ouch. I just walked straight into Anchor.
"Hey, kid, watch where the fuck you're going. We're here, look sharp."
Well, that makes things easy. It's literally a five minute walk away from the Society building. Or, rather, the hideout? The branch headquarters? I don't know what to call it.
Whatever. Anchor knocks on the door of also another normal building - we're in a residential area now, so I assume this is Sykes' home - and we wait for an answer. After what seems to be a while, but was likely only a few seconds, the door is opened.
"Mary!" Anchor exclaims, in what sees to be delight. So he doesn't hate women.
"Anchor, good morning! Should I bring John here?"
Anchor nods, and the woman, who I assume to be this wife, calls for him.
A ragged looking man then takes her place at the door and invites us inside.
#project hail mary
#lana del rey
#photography
#azzi fudd
#heated rivalry
