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Episode 13 Part 29

By:  Lenady

Gold winced as he looked into the view screen’s mirrored surface, examining the swollen bruise below his eye. The metal edge of the mop had left a dark tender spot and he was certain he could still smell the rancid water, despite the two showers he had taken since then. Thankfully, his other bruises were less visible- if just as painful. He’d have to watch himself in the future. Considering this incident, as well as the one involving Alisé, it was evident that the girl tended towards unorthodox weapons. He should have expected it. There were still stories floating around about her grandmother’s knitting needles. Still, there was no way he was going to admit to anyone that he’d been taken down with a sponge mop.

 

He was just reaching for the drawer containing his concealer when Bernadette announced “incoming call,” and a small light flashed on the console. He sat up straighter, grimacing as he felt a twinge in his back, and pushed the button.

 

“Gold here.”

 

“Mr. Gold, we have a matter to discuss.”

 

Gold sat up straighter than he thought possible, his heart pounding in his chest, as a face appeared on the screen. A man with graying temples and a mustache and goatee stared down at him with dark eyes and a small smile, too vicious for an expression showing no teeth.

 

“P- President!” Gold stuttered.

 

“I’ve been expecting a delivery Mr. Gold. Why haven’t I received it?”

 

Gold swallowed and cleared his throat. “Sir, things have been… Alisé wasn’t-"

 

“Yes, I’ve heard about her run-in, but this isn’t about her. This is about you, agent.

 

“Yes sir.”

 

“You’ve been keeping busy I hear. A trip to Vulsia?” The president stared down at him calmly and shook his head. “You overstep yourself, Gold.” He said, smiling wryly.

 

“Sir,” Gold said, trying to empty his voice of any uncertainty. “Your orders allow full utilization of every known resource.”

 

“Every resource within reason. I had hoped you would realize how delicate this situation is. This is something meant to be handled quietly, and I had thought that was something you of all people would be able to accomplish. I fear you’re losing your touch. One girl, Gold, who isn’t even-" the President cut himself off, looking off to the side a moment before turning back. “Instead you’re pulling in the Nathians?”

 

“Sir, I-"

 

“Not one word. Do you have any idea how much you’ve jeopardized?” The man’s face tightened and he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He rubbed his forehead for a minute before lowering his hand. “If one wrong person sees that information…” He shook his head. “Bringing her in isn’t necessary anymore. The longer she’s left to wander the more precarious this becomes.”

 

Gold nodded. “Understood.”

 

“Right. That will be all. I trust I won’t be waiting long.”

 

“No, sir.”

 

“Good,” The president said before the screen abruptly disconnected and static took his place.

 

Gold’s reached up, hand shaking, to press the button again, putting an end to the white noise, and fell back against his seat.

 

His own face looked back at him once again, pale and sweaty. He breathed in and out, trying to calm the nervousness that was shaking his core.

 

Time to get serious.

 

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