《Sideline》Chapter 7: Evaluation of the Situation
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I took stock of what I knew about 'Agent Red', temporarily going by Ilaria, and the F.D.D.I as an organization. The latter I knew plenty about, as did anyone who paid attention in history class, it was the former that gave me trouble- even after going out of my way to do some reading on them.
There just isn't much public information on Agent Red, which makes sense. That would defeat the purpose of them being an infiltrator. I know they can shapeshift, meaning they can alter their body at will, but to what extent is unclear. It's safe to assume any human is probably within their ability. But beyond that, It's mostly my inferences and guesswork. They were effective, almost definitely. There's nothing on whatever jobs Agent red took part in, but you don't get into the 'Agent' rank in the F.D.D.I by being 'good enough'. The Agents of F.D.D.I can rival the best in whatever field they specialize in, and that's before considering their powers. Simply put, if Agent Red wanted me dead- no one would notice I was gone until they were long gone.
Luckily, I knew Smith had contingencies for that sort of thing. I also knew that killing someone would be off the table when dealing with a high profile target like Amanda Smith. The F.D.D.I wouldn't try anything like that. Even if they did anyway, all hell would break loose when people found out someone was killed without so much as a court hearing. Empowered, counter to what the rush would imply, have settled into a nice and simple 'stick to the law, and don't cross the line' mindset. There were exceptions, but those almost always got stamped out quickly before the F.D.D.I even had a thorough profile on them. All of that to say the F.D.D.I would face a strong backlash from a majority of the population. That wasn't even taking into account their own empowered or just a higher up at the F.D.D.I being displeased with the decision and making it the entire organization's problem. They haven't been the kind of organization to act as the executioner for rogue empowered in a long time, and it's very likely that sliding back into those behaviors would cause trouble. The simple truth was, even with all of the factors against clandestine assassination, none of it mattered. The F.D.D.I, and by extension most of the people working there, aren't the type of organization to do that. I wasn't likely to be in any real danger in the first place.
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That didn't change the fact I was still terrified. Worrying about Agent Red took up more of my thoughts than actual work.
I have every reason to know that I should feel safe, but that's like saying spiders aren't dangerous to an arachnophobe. I'm sitting next to a person I know close to nothing about, while also trying to make sure they don't find out about what little I do know. As much as I talked a big game about making their life miserable, pushing buttons is the worst possible move I could make. Even if they can’t do anything to me, publicly or not, it still might tip them off that I know something. So honestly some caution is warranted with how I behave, intentionally making their life worse is a bad call. I mean, I suppose having to learn how to be an internal auditor while also being tasked to do multiple months' worth of evaluations could be considered a form of torment, but that would be putting myself in the crossfire in a different way.
Ilaria had functionally been given the role as our Chief Accounting Officer. Nominally she was still a Financial Accountant, but I had them going over our previous audits and financial reports for any remaining mistakes and malicious alterations from the fraud. This put them in my proverbial line of sight at all times, as Smith had asked me to do, but also meant I had to double check their work.
Yeah, I can't exactly bank on them having trouble doing their…. her job. I should refer to them as their civilian identity, I don't want to slip up like an idiot. Disregarding that, her failing to do her job makes my job harder. Which I might have to deal with at some point since her cocky attitude did a one-eighty once she was actually given work to do. I can't tell if the change was genuine or an act, but that makes sense. Infiltrator and all that. Despite her newly unsure demeaner there had yet to be any mistakes. For the time being at least, the workload should be less intense-
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"Mr. Rodgers,"
A meek voice interrupted my thoughts, sounding as if they were trying to whisper while also throwing her voice.
"I think I might have made a mistake on an audit table. Can you help show me what went wrong?"
SON OF A-
It took 3 hours to find the problem. It was one of those small but crucial mistakes that you look at and wonder how you missed it the first time around while also marveling at how much damage a single difference can do. Along with that, the tables themselves were a mess. I had set up a policy of formatting the tables a certain way for audits.
Which I haven't taught her yet. Great. At this point I should just make a list of everything extra I have to do, then I can at least feel like I'm making progress.
Making a mental note to do just that, I finally returned to my desk after an unnecessary amount of "sorry" and "thank you" from Ilaria.
Maybe now I can get some work done. I mean, that was why we hired her in the first place. To make sure I didn't have to do all that busy work? Whatever, I'm sure things will get easier as she gets used to this.
Thus, my work day continued.
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Memory Lane
The city of gold, Tera, is surrounded by towering walls that have existed for longer than anyone who lives there can remember. These towering walls separate the immortals from the mortals, the slums from the riches of gods. On either side of these great walls, two children are born. One is the daughter of an immortal who has abandoned her child in the pursuit of cultivation. The other is a child of the slums. Born from the dirt. In the future, when their paths cross, the pair from completely different beginnings will struggle for supremacy at the peak of immortality.
8 447The Never-Ending Search for Amusement
For as long as I can remember, there was nothing. I didn't mind mind, because it was all I had ever nothing. There was just me, surrounded by a dark void, thinking. Before time existed, there was a being. It had no body, but was alive. When the Universe exploded into existence, it realised that it could move the individual atoms to create and destroy entore galaxies. This is the story of a god. Or When god gets bored, he creates deities to amuse him. He makes a planet and fills it with life, including people, and give them a challenge. The deities have 10000 years to make the people as advanced as possible, or they die. Oh, and there's magic.
8 200Having a Common Game Ability In Normal Life
As long as i can remember, i can see something other people can't see Yes, on the top right of my vision, i have something that looks like a map, does it useful? how does something that blocks 1/32 of my vision to be useful? Does it have to be useful.. right? As i get older, this looks like "mini-map" in a video game that i played, so i decided to call this Mini-map at least I'm not the only one with this kind of thing.. from what I've found, everyone has different ability, for example my little sister can see another person status, there's a person that can heal wounds by eating meat, there's a person that once a day can spin roulette to get reward, there's a person that can jump twice in the air and there's a person that can throw fireballs..... wait a minute!? the story will be slow, since i just write this to train my english anyhow the idea of this story will be if someone can throw a fireball does their hand burns? if someone can jump for 30m can they survive the fall? if a bard play a song that can regen their allies, why’s the enemy isn’t regenerating? if a cleris creates a barrier can their allies attack from inside barrier? and About the first few chapter i know the grammar was really bad but it’ll help me if you guys read the first few chapter and go straight to the last and tell me have i improve or not P.S i hope The world has “common language” feature so everyone speak in the same tongue lol
8 185Final Hour
Had you the chance, would you change yourself?The story tells of a boy, name withheld, who came into the world with what seemed like an invisible curse. Through this darkness, he found an escape - Empire. It was the first VRMMO, and his doctors convinced him to try it. This is the tale of a boy who was willing to throw everything that was left away. A victim of the world, a great adventurer, or... something beyond even that?*Warning: This fiction contains BORDERLINE mature themes. Okay, maybe VERY mature themes. But only SOMETIMES.**Note: Don't give me 5 star ratings. I doubt you'd want to anyway, but ratings without any criticism don't help me improve, and thus destroy the purpose for which I write.
8 59violent waves ── stark¹
in which the starks try to swim and reach out past violent waves before they swallow them whole. ( caution ! do not drown ) marvel / stark! daughter across the mcu tales of sacrifice; issue no.1 © THUNDERCASTER ━ 2020
8 199The Pharaoh's Dancer
"Do you know what to do, Amunet?" A voice as sweet as silk whispered into the young girl's ear. Amunet didn't look over her shoulder, but shifted uncomfortably on her bare feet before nodding her head. A soft hand touched her back and urged her forward. All eyes turned towards the girl dressed in transparent linen with her dark hair tumbling down her back and her violet eyes lined by kohl. Every movement caused the jewels on her wrists and ankles to dangle and shimmer in the light.She raised her head and found the Pharaoh's transfixed stare. His jade eyes narrowed in on hers and the room became still and silent. Amunet bowed and, at the pluck of a harp string, began to dance.---cover by @AddietayDoes contain reference to some mature themes that may not be suited for a younger audience.
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