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Ugh…no reviews…but we are just in an updating mood today. Whatever.
This is the first official chapter of the story. This is where it gets more interesting. My sister is officially not writing any more, as she has told me. She isn’t very into it like me and my bro are. Other news: my brother says he’s going to get an account on either this site or Tune in for more of his writing.
Most of this chapter is me…as in Punkee Monkee. I wrote this down on paper, then added stuff to make it longer. Actually, I added a lot of stuff to make it a lot longer. The original was a little over 500 words…not good. Byeses, beautiful people (I sound so much like Iulius from Rave Master…).
PM-Chan
The blond in the left chair snorted. “Since when do I work for you?” She asked the woman, a confident smirk on her face.
Pamela frowned at her. “Ms. Blackstone, your comments are unwanted and unnecessary. Keep your thoughts until later.” She replied sternly, earning a finger-flip from Jamie-Leigh. Pamela ignored it.
“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted.” She glanced at Jamie-Leigh maliciously, “You are now bound under SSS regulations. The moment you walked into this building, you were registered for our special operation.”
Jamie-Leigh stifled a laugh. “Whoopdie-freaking-doo.” She muttered under her breath, loud enough so that Pamela could here it.
“Jamie-Leigh Blackstone, you are pushing it.” Jamie-Leigh shrugged, unaffected by her remarks.
“Moving on, you three have been assigned to Case 007143: Operation AU Corera. Corera is an alternative universe, which is a—“
“We know what an alternative universe is, Ms. Sanchez.” The only male said indignantly, “I’ve only finished elementary school, and I know what it is. Just because we don’t have PhDs up our asses doesn’t mean that we are stupid!” The two girls nodded, agreeing to what he had said.
Pamela looked flustered, obviously, not expecting this. These were NOT the people she was told about. She pressed a button, revealing a detailed map of a world. “Moving on…this is the master map of Corera. In the gadget packs you will be receiving later is a copy of this exact map. You will travel the path from Bleufontin to Armageddon, which is the black path right here.” Pamela pointed to a black line that zigzagged across the map.
“The gray spots there are towns,” Pamela pointed to many gray areas in various parts of the map, “Since the spaces between towns are long, I advise you to stay a day or two in each. Each city has a travel agency where you can buy maps and stay the night. They have various shops; some stock food, some stock clothes, and others stock potions and other health supplies. Pay a visit to those while you are there. You never know when you’ll need more supplies.”
“Blue areas are water, if you didn’t already notice,” Pamela pointed to many oddly shaped blue blotches, “Most water here is harmless, but there are water fiends that you might want to stay away from. Pollution is almost nonexistent here, so you can bath in it without worrying about what’s in it.”
“Orange areas equal forest-fire country,” Pamela pointed to a large circle of orange, “Fires here pop up out of nowhere, and they easily spread out of control. Sadly, forest-fire season starts right about now, and you’ll cross it mid-season, when it’s at its worst. I suggest fire-proofing your supplies in Grandalia Town, which is a town away from the entry point.”
“Red equals enemy training facilities.” Pamela pointed to various red specks, which seemed to be everywhere, “Usually, I’d tell people to stay away from them, but I’d like you to destroy them for me, okay. Just don’t get killed.”
“Yellow means that it is in desert country. Stock up on food and water before entering there, or you’ll die of dehydration and thirst.”
“Aren’t they the same thing?” the other blond asked confusedly, knowing that she had repeated the same thing.
“Yes, but that’s not the point, Ms. Slayer. The point it to not die. Moving on…green equals fiend infested woods.” Pamela pointed to many green areas, which were scattered along the map, “Stock up on potions beforehand, you’ll need them later on. Many fiends are strong, so you’ll need to heal yourself often.”
“Purple means mountains,” Pamela pointed to a large purple blotch, “It gets cold there, and the fiends are strong. Potions and warm clothes are must-haves in this frigid area. Also, make sure that you have equipment for climbing the mountains, but they have that at the town before.”
“Pink means the territory is inhabited by strange people,” She pointed to a large pink area, “They have strange customs, speak unusual languages, and aren’t accepting to strangers. Stay away from them, because they are rumored to be the strongest people in all of Corera, if you do not count the foreigners.”
“Do you have any questions on what you have just seen?” the Hispanic woman asked the obviously bored trio, who were uninterested at the task at hand.
Jamie-Leigh spoke up first. “Can you repeat the last two colors again?” she asked, fighting off a smirk, “I think I fell asleep because I was so bored with what you were telling us.” She added a fake yawn in for emphasis.
The three could have sworn the there was steam coming out of her ears, Pamela was so angry. Pamela gathered up her leftover dignity and stomped out of the briefing room.
Jamie-Leigh sighed in relief. “Well at least we got to get rid of her. The woman was a pain in the ass anyway.”
“I agree,” Tyler added, “She really underestimated us.”
The other blond shook her head. “She was annoying, but you didn’t need to be that mean to her,” Kara replied, “You were a bit rude.”
Jamie-Leigh shrugged. “She cut short a celebration with my friends, and now she wants me to do some dumb deed for a world that has never meant anything to us until today. I mean, what does this mission do for me? Make me a hero for some freaks who are too weak to defend themselves. Please, I have better things to do with my time.”
Kara nodded. “Yeah…there really is nothing in it for us.”
Jamie-Leigh drummed her fingers on the armrest boredly. “So…now what are we supposed to do. Wait until Miss Stick-up-her-ass comes back?”
As if on cue, the door opened, answering Jamie-Leigh’s question. A tan, dark haired man who must have been in his twenties entered the room, and cleared his throat. “Excuse me, but your briefing isn’t over yet.” He said, his deep, husky voice startling all three of the chosen people.
Jamie-Leigh rolled her eyes at his comment. “Actually it is,” she said sarcastically, “Our mission is to get the hell out of here and get on with our lives.”
The man seemed unimpressed. “I see why Pamela left the room. I will not tolerate your behavior, Miss Blackstone, so please keep your comments to yourself.”
Jamie-Leigh smiled so widely that you knew it was fake. “Yes, daddy.” She said in childish voice, folding her hands on her lap.
The man walked up to Jamie-Leigh and gave her the Stare, as in the deadly stare people give you when they want nothing more than to murder you painfully and slowly. “Miss Blackstone, you are at the end of my nerves. I swear to god, one more word out of you and I will have to hurt you.” He balled his hand into a fist, as if to threaten her.
Jamie-Leigh smirked. “Do you honestly want to fight me? Because if you do, I will gladly beat you. After all, I have won 127 straight fights, and am graciously awaiting number 128.”
The man narrowed his eyes at the short fist fighter, then turned away from her and continued the briefing. “Hello, my name is Rufus McKallahan, and I am to finish your briefing, as Pamela Sanchez does not find her self fit to enlighten you.” The man named Rufus pressed a button on the machine, revealing the image of a man.
The man had dark hair, and evil-looking eyes, but had similar face structure of Jamie-Leigh. The image seemed to leer at them. “I would ask if any of you knew who this person is, but it seems that someone in here shares genes with this person. Jamie-Leigh, care to tell anyone who this is?” Rufus asked the blond, facing her directly.
Surprising Rufus, Jamie-Leigh actually replied. “Marcus Blackstone,” she said quietly, “My uncle.”
Rufus smiled in victory. He had gotten the infamous Jamie-Leigh Blackstone to do what he wanted. “Right you are. Isn’t it interesting that they picked you for this mission, Miss Blackstone?”
Rufus’s victory was short lived, as Jamie-Leigh stood up in anger. “Excuse me, but do not make the mistake of thinking that I am anything like my uncle. We are merely two people who share lineage. I haven’t spoken to him in years.”
Rufus snorted indignantly. “I am not imposing that you are a criminal mastermind that is destined to destroy innocent alternative universes. I am merely saying that it is interesting that they chose a blood relative to assassinate him.”
“So this is an assassination mission? Now I’m finally getting to the reason why I’m here!” Jamie-Leigh was screaming now, her patience for this man having just run out.
The man nodded. “Pam spent forever on the map, so I’ll tell you this quickly to make up for the wasted time. Your uncle is trying to take over Corera. Corera, as you know, is not perticuarly powerful. It’s ranked low in the progression of power, so it’s an ideal starting point. He’s—“ the man was suddenly cut off the impatient fighter.
“The starting point of what? I have not clue as to what you are talking about.” Jamie-Leigh interrupted, further annoying the SSS executive.
“I was getting there.” He yelled, slowly cooling down as the three flinched. “Your uncle is trying to take over the galaxy, and we can’t let that happen. So we are sending the three of you and a cleric from Corera to take him out. That is why you are here. To assassinate your uncle, which everyone knows you want revenge for. You’re dismissed.”
The three chosen people exited the building, all with a common thought.
“What the hell am I getting into?”
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