The 7th Day of Peak Season
The work days continue to roll togeter. I had to look at my digital watch to remind me it was Tuesday.
Traffic was backed up heavily over across the demilterized zone. The Tax Gestapo was not only checking passports but searching vehicles. I heard some poor bastard had his W2 forms confiscated.
By the time I made it to work, there were already a few people here, with ten calls holding. StingRay came up to me and asked about Phoenix, and why she dyed her hair black. Last time I saw something like that happening, it meant one thing.
Black Ops.
The Supervisors probably have a dangerous mission for Phoenix and it required her to dye her hair black. The only thing I know for sure is we won't hear about it till it's necessary and it will OFFICIALLY not exist anyway.
Kane mentions that no one has heard from Big Stan. I am begining to lose hope myself. Wherever you are, Big Stan, I hope you are okay.
And at least, drinking.
Traffic was backed up heavily over across the demilterized zone. The Tax Gestapo was not only checking passports but searching vehicles. I heard some poor bastard had his W2 forms confiscated.
By the time I made it to work, there were already a few people here, with ten calls holding. StingRay came up to me and asked about Phoenix, and why she dyed her hair black. Last time I saw something like that happening, it meant one thing.
Black Ops.
The Supervisors probably have a dangerous mission for Phoenix and it required her to dye her hair black. The only thing I know for sure is we won't hear about it till it's necessary and it will OFFICIALLY not exist anyway.
Kane mentions that no one has heard from Big Stan. I am begining to lose hope myself. Wherever you are, Big Stan, I hope you are okay.
And at least, drinking.
posted by Jason at 7:16 AM
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