Losing Troy, Part 9

Rachel hated paperwork. Absolutely abhorred it, in fact. "Just my luck to get stuck with it," she muttered. She shuffled the papers on her desk, thinking about how unfair this was. All they saw was the shy, petite, light haired girl who waited patiently for their leader's next command. No one really bothered to look past that and see the insanely smart computer hacker, the warrior, the courageous spirit. And also the part of her that hated paperwork.

     "Man, this work is boring." She sighed in frustration, tossing a manila folder full of figures from the Shadow Elite Industry income. "Ah, not that one!" She hastily grabbed it out, and then took a swig of Mountain Dew. "I'm not going to survive this! I mean, I've started talking to myself!"

     She checked for incoming messages. Nothing. "Really have to stop talking to myself..." 

     She paused for a second and then growled in frustration. "I just did it again!"

     Rachel really really really needed a break, so she swept the Mountain Dew can into the trash and stalked out of the room. She hadn't made it more than five feet before someone was hounding her again.

     "Yes?" she asked sweetly, plastering a fake smile on her tired face.

     "Incoming message from someone named Audrey."

     Rachel's head snapped up. "Yes? What'd she say?"

     "She says the good news is that she's got the core."

     "What's the bad news?"

     "She says...they've got Troy."