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Sam Vs. The Impatient Agent
Feb. 2nd, 2010 12:59 pmooc: setting up a new verse here for some fluff!
Sam was working at his desk, trying hard to get the little wires on the watch he was working on soldered together. he had on the big soldering goggles and was biting his lip as he focused.
"You working on that for Agent 99?" Lloyd asked, pushing his wheeled chair behind him to look over Sam's shoulder.
"Yes..." Sam hissed, turning the tiny flame off before he burnt the wrong circuit and lifted the shield up from the goggles to look at his friend through them. He had been at CONTROL for about a month now, having been recruited from his day job at a Geek Squad desk in Baltimore's large Best Buy.
It was strange, but Sam had come to learn that almost all the intelligent people in this area worked "desk jobs" in "some office". If you were part of the club, people knew what you were talking about and could make jokes about the other agencies. Sam learned quickly he was part of the agency that tended to get made fun of the most - even if they did just save the President's life a few months back.
"Have you ever met her before? I mean, you're still new so..."
"99 is a girl?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Oh man, you haven't met her yet." Lloyd looked over at Bruce who was snickering a bit. "Word of advice: Don't piss her off."
"Is she that much of a bitch then?" Sam asked. Almost instantly there was a clearing of a throat and Lloyd paled and rolled his chair away, suddenly "busy" as Sam found himself staring at probably one of the hottest women he had seen in years.
"I take it you're Agent 99..." Sam said in his apologetic voice, reaching up to remove his goggles all of the way.
Sam was working at his desk, trying hard to get the little wires on the watch he was working on soldered together. he had on the big soldering goggles and was biting his lip as he focused.
"You working on that for Agent 99?" Lloyd asked, pushing his wheeled chair behind him to look over Sam's shoulder.
"Yes..." Sam hissed, turning the tiny flame off before he burnt the wrong circuit and lifted the shield up from the goggles to look at his friend through them. He had been at CONTROL for about a month now, having been recruited from his day job at a Geek Squad desk in Baltimore's large Best Buy.
It was strange, but Sam had come to learn that almost all the intelligent people in this area worked "desk jobs" in "some office". If you were part of the club, people knew what you were talking about and could make jokes about the other agencies. Sam learned quickly he was part of the agency that tended to get made fun of the most - even if they did just save the President's life a few months back.
"Have you ever met her before? I mean, you're still new so..."
"99 is a girl?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Oh man, you haven't met her yet." Lloyd looked over at Bruce who was snickering a bit. "Word of advice: Don't piss her off."
"Is she that much of a bitch then?" Sam asked. Almost instantly there was a clearing of a throat and Lloyd paled and rolled his chair away, suddenly "busy" as Sam found himself staring at probably one of the hottest women he had seen in years.
"I take it you're Agent 99..." Sam said in his apologetic voice, reaching up to remove his goggles all of the way.
