My eyes glazed over the computer as I was just finished writing the report. My eyes are baggy and tired, and constant yawns accompanied my weary face as I typed on the computer just what happened last week.
God this is tiring.
"So with that in mind, the issues of land ownership between the Elven people and the local Kalapuya native tribe in Lincoln County was resolved for the time being. With the signing of the Newport MOU, it is now up to the Oregon State Government in Salem to deliver on the agreement, as per governor Kate Brown's promise to make good on any agreement between the Elven people and the Kalapuya tribe. The Bureau will continue monitoring activities to ensure that there are no more flareups between the Elves and the Kalapuya. A Native American deity will also be placed as a temporary liaison within the region."
The blinking cursor over the period is incredibly tempting. I scrolled upwards, scanning the document for one last time, it seems that most of the work is finished, the assessment of the problem has been written, what I did was written, and the conclusion of the event was also written. There is only one last thing, one last thing that I must do.
"P.S. Eve, if you are reading this, thanks for this assignment, I really had fun doing some nonlethal work for once. I have something you might be interested in once I come back to Philly."
Aaaand there, all finished. I clicked submit, and the report is sent. I shut down the computer, walked outside the office floor, and straight into the elevator. It is quite late, I checked my watch at the time, and only sighed when it says 10:30 PM. 4 hours after the end of shift, whatever. Just a day's work for me I guess.
I entered the elevator, and my hand hovered over the P button, was there something that I missed? something that I didn't missed? it was the longest 2 minutes of my life, but nonetheless, I pressed it, and the feeling of slowly falling overtook me.
I reached the floor, walking towards a now empty car lot, well mostly empty anyways, there is a car waiting for me with someone right besides it. A man wearing a black blindfold and corresponding black clothing.
It appears Eve have sent an android to pick me up.
"Hello Agent Veronika." The man greeted, "the director herself dispatched me to bring you back to Philadelphia, it appears that you are-"
"4 hours late, I know. Listen, I'm really tired right now, and I don't want to use my powers to make myself not tired again. So uhh, can you drive me to the airport? the faster I get to reach Eve's plane and sleep in that comfy... hmmm, comfy bed, the better."
"Of course Agent Veronika, just step into the car and we will be on our way."
I turned my weary head towards the car, and... yep, that's typical of her. Very typical.
"We're using the executive transport car? really?"
"Yes, the director has made some special arrangements for your expedited return to Philadelphia. And the roads in Portland this time of year is quite empty. Expect a hopefully fast trip to the airport, and a 7 hour flight back to Philadelphia."
I smiled at the android and stepped into the passenger seat, I wouldn't trust myself to drive the car, especially with the condition I am in, I quickly leaned the seat back and crashed immediately. As I close my eyes, letting my body rest as the android drove the car through the interstate, those ribbons of concrete that ties this weird city together. The roar of the car's engine was somehow soothing for me, It's as if I'm slowly going back home, back to her.
Back to Eve.
We eventually arrived at the airport. And everything was a blur from that point on.
I didn't remember much of what happened after that, I remember the soft bed at the private jet, a woman waking me up and driving me towards my home, and then more sleep after that.
It was only after I woke up that I realized who the presence near my bedroom is. Firstly, it was only a hazy blob of brown and black, but as my eyes adjusted itself, I realized that a good friend of mine, well, less of a friend and more of a second mother, was sitting on my study desk.
Apparently taking care of my belongings by the looks of it.
"I know that you are quite the heavy sleeper Veronika, but I didn't gather you to be someone that would sleep for 2 whole days straight. I guess the task I gave you really did bring out everything within you." I heard her say. I only smiled as I look right towards her. Ah, Eve. Wonderful!
And of course, just as I'd expected, she's wearing those same skimpy clothing I always see her in.
"Good morning Eve."
"You mean good afternoon." She quickly corrected. "I've made some lunch downstairs, the traditional way."
"What is it? more falafels and kebabs? no thanks, not interested in Israeli food."
"Well, I did make some Shakshuka, but that is just for myself. I actually made your favourite."
I blinked my eyes, staring at her, she never cooked anything from Eastern Europe. What in the world is she talking about?
"What? you mean Borscht? c'mon! you wouldn't do that, next you're going to tell me that you also made Kholodets and Stroganoff as well!"
Silence.
Wait.
"Wait, did you..."
"I cooked Solyanka and Some Beef Stroganoff with pasta as well." She responded, her face unchanging as I slowly widened my eyes and opened my mouth.
I immediately went downstairs and looked at the table, my eyes watering as I saw the food she cooked, she actually did it! what in the world possessed her to make Stroganoff and Solyanka?!? my face was still a mix of happiness, shock, and incredulity as Eve went past me and invited me to the table.
"C'mon, the soup will get cold." She said. "I don't think the woman who solved what has been a land use issue since the 1980s would want to eat cold Stroganoff, now would she?"
Eve said that as she started eating the Shakshuka with her usual stony, mostly unemotional face, that same face that is betrayed by the arrangements of flavours that is in front of her.
I only smiled at her as I started eating the food she made. Ah, Solyanka... I feel like my energy is coming back again. I wonder what the day has to offer me after my breakfast with her, hopefully nothing too crazy. But hey, this is Eve we're talking about, so anything goes.
God this is tiring.
"So with that in mind, the issues of land ownership between the Elven people and the local Kalapuya native tribe in Lincoln County was resolved for the time being. With the signing of the Newport MOU, it is now up to the Oregon State Government in Salem to deliver on the agreement, as per governor Kate Brown's promise to make good on any agreement between the Elven people and the Kalapuya tribe. The Bureau will continue monitoring activities to ensure that there are no more flareups between the Elves and the Kalapuya. A Native American deity will also be placed as a temporary liaison within the region."
The blinking cursor over the period is incredibly tempting. I scrolled upwards, scanning the document for one last time, it seems that most of the work is finished, the assessment of the problem has been written, what I did was written, and the conclusion of the event was also written. There is only one last thing, one last thing that I must do.
"P.S. Eve, if you are reading this, thanks for this assignment, I really had fun doing some nonlethal work for once. I have something you might be interested in once I come back to Philly."
Aaaand there, all finished. I clicked submit, and the report is sent. I shut down the computer, walked outside the office floor, and straight into the elevator. It is quite late, I checked my watch at the time, and only sighed when it says 10:30 PM. 4 hours after the end of shift, whatever. Just a day's work for me I guess.
I entered the elevator, and my hand hovered over the P button, was there something that I missed? something that I didn't missed? it was the longest 2 minutes of my life, but nonetheless, I pressed it, and the feeling of slowly falling overtook me.
I reached the floor, walking towards a now empty car lot, well mostly empty anyways, there is a car waiting for me with someone right besides it. A man wearing a black blindfold and corresponding black clothing.
It appears Eve have sent an android to pick me up.
"Hello Agent Veronika." The man greeted, "the director herself dispatched me to bring you back to Philadelphia, it appears that you are-"
"4 hours late, I know. Listen, I'm really tired right now, and I don't want to use my powers to make myself not tired again. So uhh, can you drive me to the airport? the faster I get to reach Eve's plane and sleep in that comfy... hmmm, comfy bed, the better."
"Of course Agent Veronika, just step into the car and we will be on our way."
I turned my weary head towards the car, and... yep, that's typical of her. Very typical.
"We're using the executive transport car? really?"
"Yes, the director has made some special arrangements for your expedited return to Philadelphia. And the roads in Portland this time of year is quite empty. Expect a hopefully fast trip to the airport, and a 7 hour flight back to Philadelphia."
I smiled at the android and stepped into the passenger seat, I wouldn't trust myself to drive the car, especially with the condition I am in, I quickly leaned the seat back and crashed immediately. As I close my eyes, letting my body rest as the android drove the car through the interstate, those ribbons of concrete that ties this weird city together. The roar of the car's engine was somehow soothing for me, It's as if I'm slowly going back home, back to her.
Back to Eve.
We eventually arrived at the airport. And everything was a blur from that point on.
I didn't remember much of what happened after that, I remember the soft bed at the private jet, a woman waking me up and driving me towards my home, and then more sleep after that.
It was only after I woke up that I realized who the presence near my bedroom is. Firstly, it was only a hazy blob of brown and black, but as my eyes adjusted itself, I realized that a good friend of mine, well, less of a friend and more of a second mother, was sitting on my study desk.
Apparently taking care of my belongings by the looks of it.
"I know that you are quite the heavy sleeper Veronika, but I didn't gather you to be someone that would sleep for 2 whole days straight. I guess the task I gave you really did bring out everything within you." I heard her say. I only smiled as I look right towards her. Ah, Eve. Wonderful!
And of course, just as I'd expected, she's wearing those same skimpy clothing I always see her in.
"Good morning Eve."
"You mean good afternoon." She quickly corrected. "I've made some lunch downstairs, the traditional way."
"What is it? more falafels and kebabs? no thanks, not interested in Israeli food."
"Well, I did make some Shakshuka, but that is just for myself. I actually made your favourite."
I blinked my eyes, staring at her, she never cooked anything from Eastern Europe. What in the world is she talking about?
"What? you mean Borscht? c'mon! you wouldn't do that, next you're going to tell me that you also made Kholodets and Stroganoff as well!"
Silence.
Wait.
"Wait, did you..."
"I cooked Solyanka and Some Beef Stroganoff with pasta as well." She responded, her face unchanging as I slowly widened my eyes and opened my mouth.
I immediately went downstairs and looked at the table, my eyes watering as I saw the food she cooked, she actually did it! what in the world possessed her to make Stroganoff and Solyanka?!? my face was still a mix of happiness, shock, and incredulity as Eve went past me and invited me to the table.
"C'mon, the soup will get cold." She said. "I don't think the woman who solved what has been a land use issue since the 1980s would want to eat cold Stroganoff, now would she?"
Eve said that as she started eating the Shakshuka with her usual stony, mostly unemotional face, that same face that is betrayed by the arrangements of flavours that is in front of her.
I only smiled at her as I started eating the food she made. Ah, Solyanka... I feel like my energy is coming back again. I wonder what the day has to offer me after my breakfast with her, hopefully nothing too crazy. But hey, this is Eve we're talking about, so anything goes.
So this is a bit of a collaborative writing project myself and @TheBlueHour have been talking about for quite some time. It's actually a story based off of an original setting RP we made quite a few months (years?) back, this opening chapter is made wholly by myself. And I will try my damndest to finish this story if It's the last thing I'll do.