The New Job

Still in the roadhouse Koma gets more information dealing with the new job he's just agreed too, of which he knows nothing about.

"So I'll be working in which division of The Pegasus Agency. R&D?" asks Koma optimisticly.

"Spearhead." replies Falstaff.

"What. Thats just the Australian knock-off of the suicide squad. Murderers, criminals..." begins Koma.

"Evil geniuses." adds Falstaff.

"Oh!" stops Koma. "OK so what am I doing with these fellow scoundrals."

"Your the new Assistant Administrator." answers Falstaff.

"Well thats good sit back do the lab stuff and notify the next of kin when one of them dies." smiles Koma.

"No your going to be the on-field assistant administrator." corrects Falstaff. "There are two AA's. The other is comming to pick us up about.... now."
Instantly a man in a suit and tie appears beside Falstaff and Koma. "Koma this is Prescott. He's the other AA. He's taking us to Spearhead central."

--- Later at the end of the tour of Spearhead central---

"And here Koma is where you'll be doing most of your work." explains Falstaff. "But you've been here before haven't you?"

"Yeah I ran the labs here after Dr Wicker went nuts. Does the old crew still work here.?" inquires Koma.

"Go on in and find out." urges Falstaff.

Koma steps forward to enter into the lab, pauses.
"Falstaff..." he begins but Falsatff is gone. "Damn. Well lets just get this over."

Koma opens the door and enters.

"Austin!" shouts the woman in the lab. She rushes up to Koma and hugs him. "Its so good to see you again. We've all been following your exploits as 'Captain Koma'. So is it true about you making a synthiod copy of Lindsay Lohan? 'Cause Vincent thinks you did, I'm not sure. We all we're so excited when Prescott told us you were comming. Its so excting."

"Thats a lot to answer Anabell but, its good to see you too." Koma smiles, looks around the lab. "Its good to be back home."

"We're having a party tonight. You are the guest of honour and you need to be their and you can't go alone. Soooooo." Anabell rocks on her heels arms folded looking elsewhere, waiting for Koma's reply.

"Are you free tonight Anabell." asks Koma. "Cause if I had to choose anyone it'd have to be you."

"I'd be delighted too Austin. Or should I say AA , sir." salutes Anabell.

"Sir? Thats a bit too formal." corrects Koma. "So do I pick you up or are you gonna find me."

"Oh I'll find you." smiles Anabell suggestively. She turns and leaves the lab. Koma exhales.

"Not ready for that were you." Behind Koma is Prescott.

"You always 'port in without even a voip or a bamf. Its just not polite." complains Koma."And yeah I didn't expect that."

"So how are we going to do this. You going to hate my guts from the start or are we going to try and make a go of this." Prescott folded his arms waiting for the answer.

"I don't even know you. But I get the team, the labs, and the risk. You get the administration, paper work, and have to ring the next of kin. Sounds good to me." answers Koma.

"No you have to ring the next of kin. Apart from that your right." corrects Prescott

"Ok deal." Koma holds his hand out for Prescott to shake.

"I don't make deals. Consider this a verbal agreement." And with that Prescott dissapears.

"Arrogant bastard." mutters Koma.