Inconvenient Business - Part two: A Very Special Proposition
Part Two - The Special Proposition
"Sorry, I'm going to have to respectfully decline, sir." Mr. Mata said immediately, getting ready to stand.
The old man, disheveled and surprised, got up and put down one hand and one hand out to stop Mr. Mata from standing. "Wait-wait-please. This is a very special proposition."
"Mr. Geol, I do not take intergalactic missions, and I am afraid if that is all you need me for, I will inform the company and will be assigned another mission." He gently pushed away his chair, stepping on some bits of ceramic the portal wasn't large enough to collect, and tucked his chair back in.
Mr. Geol, thin white hair sticking up from his head and his suit slightly aflame, stood quickly and tripped around the desk and grabbed Mr. Mata's arm.
"Now if you listen, Mr. Mata-"
"Sir, I'm going to ask I am allowed to leave now, and you let go-" He grabbed for the handle, and it disappeared between his fingers into a mesh of tomato-soaked spaghetti that splattered and stained his suit.
Shit shit shit.
But the 'Shit's weren't for the spaghetti on his suit; it was because he now had no exit.
Goddamn company and these goddamn missions.
He started to panic. The old man's grip on him loosened, and he gently pushed him back into his seat. Mr. Mata stared at nothing for a bit, mouth ajar, wondering how he could get out, and isn't this illegal? He was sure this was illegal.
Mr. Geol was on the other side of the table; he patted the flame on his blazer and smoothed his hair. He went back to his, talking in a bouncy tone as though nothing ever happened. "So! As I know, you, as an agent, do not take intergalactic missions." Mr. Mata nodded absently. "Well, this special proposition will change your mind!" The man said gleefully, bouncing up and down in his seat.
Mr. Mata tried to blink himself back into the situation, and regretted it when he saw the lit-up board, which used to be a simple wall, which seemed to show some sort of slide show depicting intergalactic war. Mr. Geol started pointing at things and babbling again, but Mr. Mata could not hear, as he was too far away in shock.
I'm going to either die, or nearly die, and then sue someone.
"And so! I have a ship! Coming right now to pick you up!" Were the words that snapped Mata out of his head.
"What?" He asked, breathlessly; the old man's voice echoed, and Mata's word was hardly out of his mouth when Mr. Geol repeated himself.
"A ship! Coming right now to pick you up! How exciting!"
"No-wait-please-" Mr. Mata was near tears. "I'm not ready, why me? There are other agents that would be so-"
"Oh, here it comes!! I believe in you, Mata, go get 'em, hah-ha!" The entire left side wall was ripped away, leaving only the enormity of outer space before them both.
"PLEASE-" Mata screamed.
"I believe in you!" Mr. Geol exclaimed, pushing him off the platform. Mr. Mata heard him laugh and say, "That makes five for just today!" right as the platform disappeared above him.
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