"So... you wanted to talk to me?" said Jenn. She and I were sitting in her office. She'd poured us both drinks. She'd already had a few, albeit not before double- and triple-checking for bugs hidden in the office.
I nodded. "I'm getting worried about you. You've been really hard on yourself lately. You've been so busy working that we haven't gotten the chance to speak to you about anything else in... weeks at least."
She looked up from her drink. "My friend got killed by a robot monster and yours got put in jail. I'd say it's reasonable to become a bit of a workaholic."
"Actually... that's what I wanted to talk about," I said. "Leo and I don't think it's right that Robin was placed in ARC custody."
Jenn rolled her eyes. "You think I don't know that? ARC hasn't done anything 'right' since we started. The A section of a list of things we've done wrong in the past few months would be a hundred pages long. Hell, the apostrophe section is probably a couple pages too." She took another drink, then finally spoke. "So... what, we're gonna do something about it?"
"That's why we came here," I said.
"Your reasons just keep getting better and better." She noticed me glaring at her. "Sorry. Go on."
"Well," I continued, "we had... something of an idea. We think we could find a way to get her out. Either we make a deal with some outside organization, or we do it ourselves. We haven't exactly had much luck asking the higher-ups nicely."
Jenn considered. "Outside involvement means less loyalty, but also less chance of a personal vendetta. Might sell our information to the highest bidder, but might not be as likely to stab us in the back for stealing a stapler. It's a toss-up, as far as I'm concerned. Of course, either way, we need to figure out who we're dealing with exactly. Anyone in mind?"
"If we're exclusively working with insiders, we'll want your team to be involved. You're trained in combat and stealth."
Jenn nodded. "Me, I'm more of a researcher, but I can still hold my own in a scrap. Damn shame about that fight with the KRAKEN assholes, with Daisy getting an eye clawed out and her face scratched up." She sighed. "Yeah. Damn shame about Daisy."
I backdated this post to about when it would've happened- sometime in December 2019. Hard to say when, exactly. Time's hard nowadays, and it's not because I'm having fun.
