WC Day 9 - Your new job

So this is the weirdest thing to ever happen to you. Prison was tough... and kind of bad, but this place is even worse! It's all gross and cold and it's like a military base, so there's no hot tubs or clubs. There are no girls to pick up.

You don't really understand what this is all about, or even what your job is. Eli seems busy with things, and the others like Wolf and Raven are like... guarding the base with the cool soldiers. So Wolf is the pretty clonde, Raven is the huge buff guy with the tattoos, Ocelot is the old guy, and Mantis is the creepy one. There's supposed to be another guy, Octopus or something, but you haven't met him yet. Anyway, the uncool soldiers are all in like a type of jail in the basement.

This cold, snowy base is super lonely. It feels empty.

You wander around, bored... there's a big open place with a tank, and some basements with like missiles and stuff. There's a sweet helicopter on like a landing pad on top of a tower. You heard that there are even some wolves somewhere. The base is very cool, actually... just not comfortable. You just want a soft bed and like... a bar, where girls are. You feel like you actually got more action in prison than here...

You keep walking around to kill time, and find some holding cells that are different from the others. You hear something, and go to investigate. To your surprise, inside is a young woman with red hair. She's wearing black underwear, but not sexy ones. She's on the floor, doing sit-ups.

She looks surprised to see you.

"Sorry," you say. "I did not know you were here."

"Is that a soccer ball?" she asks you.

"Yes."

"Um, cool," she says.

She is cute.

"Hi," you say.

"Yeah, hi." She stands up and comes to the bars.

"Do you come here a lot?" you ask. OK, wrong thing to ask... you are just getting rusty at picking up girls because she is the first one you have seen other than Wolf in like... a while.

"No. First time in jail," she says.

"Jail sucks," you agreed.

"Have you ever been?"

"Yes, I just got out. Broke out, actually."

"Cool," she says.

"What's your name?"

"Meryl. What's yours?"

"Adella."

You shake hands through the bars.

"Why did they lock you up?" you ask.

"Oh, I wasn't down with the whole insurrection thing," she says.

"Cool. Cool. Are you doing anything later?" you ask.

"Just, um, being in jail," she says, glancing at the bed, which is her only furniture. She doesn't even have a TV in there. This place blows. Maybe joining these people was a bad idea. Maybe you should've gone home.

"Do you want to hang out?" you ask.

"I can't really go anywhere," she says, smiling.

"I could come here," you say.

"That would be great," she replies.