10-26-2020, 12:50 AM
Turned out Jay wasn’t expected to heel alongside Mr. Kane’s hip. Or so he learned after the bell rang from the door. He roused himself from a nap and crawled to his feet. Barely remembering where the front door was (the suite was fucking big). There were two people. A woman in a professionally attired suit gasped when she looked up from her data screen. The second was a uniformed employee of the hotel with a bag dangling from his wrist and a tech box tucked under his arm.
Jay rubbed his eyes, “Yah?” he asked as they handed over the delivery.
The woman held out the screen, coughing as she instructed him to sign for the package.
Jay did as requested and locked the door behind him. The power pulsed to life, lifting the contents to a table. Only then did he realize he was buck ass naked.
“Guess I made her day,” he shrugged and opened the bag.
It was a new uniform. A fresh badge laid across the top with a hand-written note, Don’t lose this one, it said, and Jay frowned.
He should probably wear it. The uniform was better than the clothes Kane’s people provided, but hell, he wasn’t ready for all this.
He sank upon a nearby chair and looked at the half-opened package. Eventually, he fiddled with the other box, finding a newly programmed wallet – government owned of course. But handily pre-populated with the contents of his previous accounts.
Frozen. Unable to move. Which way did he go? Toward the shadows? Hide his head in the sand a little longer? Or fuck it all, claw his way into his place and march out in new skin?
He sent @"Nox" a message.
Jay rubbed his eyes, “Yah?” he asked as they handed over the delivery.
The woman held out the screen, coughing as she instructed him to sign for the package.
Jay did as requested and locked the door behind him. The power pulsed to life, lifting the contents to a table. Only then did he realize he was buck ass naked.
“Guess I made her day,” he shrugged and opened the bag.
It was a new uniform. A fresh badge laid across the top with a hand-written note, Don’t lose this one, it said, and Jay frowned.
He should probably wear it. The uniform was better than the clothes Kane’s people provided, but hell, he wasn’t ready for all this.
He sank upon a nearby chair and looked at the half-opened package. Eventually, he fiddled with the other box, finding a newly programmed wallet – government owned of course. But handily pre-populated with the contents of his previous accounts.
Frozen. Unable to move. Which way did he go? Toward the shadows? Hide his head in the sand a little longer? Or fuck it all, claw his way into his place and march out in new skin?
He sent @"Nox" a message.
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