Thursday, October 12, 2023

Microstory 1994: First Class Attitude

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Stewardess: Welcome to AirChapp. Do you need help finding your seat?
Reese: I’m fine, thanks.
Stewardess: Very good, sir. Here’s your complimentary amenity kit, and a hot towel.
Reese: Uh, okay, thank you. *steps down the aisle* Hisham?
SI Eliot: Agent Parsons, I did not expect us to be on the same flight. I assumed you would be flying out in the morning.
Reese: It’s Director Parsons now. Whaaaaat are you doing here? Please don’t tell me that you were sent as some kind of babysitter.
SI Eliot: It’s not like that...
Reese: Oh, good.
SI Eliot: I don’t think.
Reese: What?
SI Eliot: Here, sit down. You’re blocking the aisle.
Reese: Of course. Sorry, madam.
SI Eliot: *speaking quieter* I have a meeting with the National Commander.
Reese: What time is your meeting?
SI Eliot: 17:00, right before dinner.
Reese: That’s..what time my meeting with him is.
SI Eliot: Uhuh.
Reese: Oh my God, you are my babysitter.
SI Eliot: I really don’t think it’s like that. You outrank me now. Congratulations on that, by the way. I never told you before. Director of your own department. Wow. And to think, if I had just run my own investigation without reading you into anything, we still would have found our man, and you would still be sitting in a windowless office on the edge of the bad part of town.
Reese: I didn’t use my office much. I did most of my work in my car. It has six windows.
SI Eliot: Of course it does.
Reese: A more expensive car would only have four, or maybe eight, so...
SI Eliot: That’s why you’re making the big bucks; because you passed kindergarten.
Reese: Look. You’ve already met Commander Virtue before, so instead of being bitter about my promotion over you, I think we would all be better off if you were on my side. Undermining me isn’t going to protect the country, and it’s not going to impress NatCo.
SI Eliot: You don’t know that. You don’t know him. You literally just said that.
Reese: Hisham, please...
SI Eliot: *taking a breath* You’re right. I am bitter. I never had any sights on a directorship, but I did have aspirations. But then you came in, and completely jumped the line, and it’s hard not to see you as a rival.
Reese: I get it, it sucks. You work with Director Washington more than anyone; you should probably be her deputy by now. So let’s talk about how we can make that happen.
First Class Passenger: Excuse me. I believe that’s my seat.
Reese: Right, sorry. *to SI Eliot* Let’s carpool to the Palace and talk more, okay?
SI Eliot: We’ll see, Director Parsons. Love the tie, by the way

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