WHO: Jamie and Uri Loran WHAT: Some alien problems; basically, the assassins after Four and Six are coming for them. WHERE: Starting in Jamie's apartment. From there, who knows. WHEN: Friday, early evening. WARNINGS: Violence and language, most likely.
Life was interesting, to say the least, which was what Jamie had always hoped for as a child. She hated boring and mundane; the idea of living the same thing over and over again day in an day out terrified her. It was how she knew she was never going to be happy in an office job, no matter how fantastic the job was by typical standards. She needed variety. She needed action. Put simply, she was Six to the core, with a lust for righteous violence that wasn't going to be quenched wearing a pants suit and carrying a briefcase.
Still, this wasn't exactly the type of excitement she had expected. Being a member of Black Ops had been a dream come true, and she still enjoyed her job more than was probably considered psychologically healthy considering what she had to do. Being in constant danger was a level of stress a person shouldn't have been subjected to--and she knew if she really wanted to, she could beg for removal. She knew, deep down, that she never would. But that didn't keep parts of it from eating at her on a daily basis, especially lately.
Even vegging out in front of the television for the first time in ages wasn't helping. It was some sitcom repeat, complete with laugh track and 90's fashion, and the popcorn on her lap served as the perfect salty treat to feed her craving. Normally she reveled in these moments of relaxation, but something was making her--and Six--restless. It was as if their fight or flight reflexes were kicked into overdrive even though she was safe in her own apartment.
"Get a goddamn grip, Loran." It was a constant pep talk of hers, and it never worked. Instead, it made her roll her eyes at herself, especially after she jumped when there was a knock at the door. Probably Uri. He was the only one who showed up without calling these days.
And sure enough. "If you've come to scold me for not returning your phone calls, leave the complaining at the door. It's been a long week, and I might seriously punch you in the face if you give me a lecture," She said immediately upon opening the door, although she ended the threat with a cheerful smile. "Popcorn?"