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openmisc2021-09-18 07:18 am
mrballisticsdummy) wrote in openmisc2021-09-18 07:18 am
Exercises in Romantic Tension
The job was supposed to be simple. A popular, up-and-coming app company in Massachusetts had stumbled onto a bit of technology that might threaten Goddard and their CEO had, so far, been resistant to softer negotiations. It's easy to think you're invincible when you develop an app at seventeen and skyrocket into popularity and money and easy retirement by twenty five, apparently.
Enter Kepler's team. Maxwell, down with the flu, would provide remote support to Kepler and Jacobi. Jacobi had told her that it was fine, this was more of a 'manly type' job anyway, which, of course prompted her to ask, if that was the case, why Jacobi was there.
Score one for Maxwell.
Playing Candy Crush on his phone in the passenger seat, one foot pulled up, Jacobi yawns. "How much longer?" he groans, glancing at the afternoon sun out the window. It's not warm enough to penetrate the cold winter day, and Jacobi reaches over to turn up the heat. "Can we stop for coffee? I haven't had Dunks in forever. Since the last time we were on this coast."
He sucks air through his teeth, failing his level. So much for that.
Enter Kepler's team. Maxwell, down with the flu, would provide remote support to Kepler and Jacobi. Jacobi had told her that it was fine, this was more of a 'manly type' job anyway, which, of course prompted her to ask, if that was the case, why Jacobi was there.
Score one for Maxwell.
Playing Candy Crush on his phone in the passenger seat, one foot pulled up, Jacobi yawns. "How much longer?" he groans, glancing at the afternoon sun out the window. It's not warm enough to penetrate the cold winter day, and Jacobi reaches over to turn up the heat. "Can we stop for coffee? I haven't had Dunks in forever. Since the last time we were on this coast."
He sucks air through his teeth, failing his level. So much for that.
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Jacobi will hear his mic go live within a few minutes. It's the signal that he's ready for Jacobi to get rolling himself.
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He's nonchalant enough, though aware of every single movement around him. Maxwell chimes in, sounding remarkably well.
"How much Dayquil did you take?" Jacobi mutters, getting a huff in return. "Alright, I'm at the building. Give the word and I'll go in."
And then his three minute window starts.