Crack in The Wall

[Noth Squadron]

. . .Kendrick Walter Four, Noth Squadron . . .Kaarst Drydock, Hangar #4 I always said that if there was some grand, overarching creator, he was a cruel and spiteful one. Boredom is proof of that. Punished for having nothing to do. What a joke. In a world that required patience to achieve anything, boredom exists only to cause as much suffering as possible. Boredom is a sin. However, it seems that this wouldn't be boring. Let alone the cursed number, those worms under Twenty-Five's skin reacted to me. I couldn't get a read on them, and that was interesting. This job had the potential to be interesting. The bland colors on top were trying to make small talk. Almost everything he said was completely empty. Like most people when they talk. There wasn't much of a point in reacting to anything but the end of what he said. Food, right. I wonder if the creature in front of me could taste. I offered my own empty commentary in order to complete the mandatory little communication ritual, holding up four fingers to emphasize my point: "Cursed number, yeah? Bound to experience some holdups." I took the moment while I fetched the remaining supplies to look and listen for signs of Strauss. The memory of that rattling sound is so clear I can't tell if I'm hearing it or just remembering it. I wonder if there's really a difference. The man himself would be impossible to miss in a crowd, he's a giant bodybuilder. If he was here, he'd have to hide someway. Doesn't matter, I've collected the food that was left already. I took a moment to check Twenty-Five again. I wondered if I could tear those colors out of him physically. I could see them well enough, what if I just grabbed them and pulled them out? Wait, mission. Job. Collect boons. I can study Twenty-Five later. It would be a hassle to complete this job without him. Besides, if I failed to get those colors, he'd just die for nothing, and that would be boring. And boredom is a sin. "Well, let's get a move-on."