ME: And another new fic from yours truly
CS: You don't quit, do you?
ME: Nope, and never will.
Voltaire's fiendish plan
17th of December 2001
I hate winter. The stupid snow just keeps falling down and making icicles out of my hair.
I am currently at the St. Petersburg Airport, waiting for my car to arrive. I also went and bought a watch.
Why, you ask?
Because my car was a friggin' THREE hours late.
Oh, heads are going to fly when I get there.
If I get there.
Oh my God, my car is FINALLY here!!!
A weird guy with pointy red hair came out. Really, the hairstyles you have these days…
Anyway, he stood in front as if trying to size me up.
"You are Timberwolf?"
I cocked an eyebrow, "You forgot to say the 'magic' word."
The guy was seriously clueless. I guess they don't teach manners here in 'sunny' Russia.
I sighed. Stuck with a bunch of guys who want to conquer the world and have no sense of humor.
I picked up my bag, "How far is it?"
"I'm not telling you."
"Geez, you're friendly."
"And you're supposed to be a spy."
I rolled my eyes, "Excuse me, but I am a spy. A girl spy, but a spy nevertheless."
He snorted, "What's your real name?"
"Now why would I tell you that now, hm?" I coated my voice so sounded sugary sweet.
He shrugged, "Let's go. It's a two and a half hour drive."
Just my luck. Why, Oh, Why did I accept this job?
My empty pocket was why. A spy's gotta eat.
I've arrived at the headquarters. It looks like the Notre Dame cathedral, dark and spooky.
Why did this guy pick a church as a hideout?
Some people have no taste.
Anyways, the guy with the pointy hair led me to the office. There, was an old man leaning on a very comfy chair. I wonder how many wrinkles he has…
"Please sit down."
Old miser. He's got the comfy chair, while he stuck me with a hard wooden chair, which was probably older than him. I'm surprised it hadn't collapsed yet.
At least he said the word 'please'
The Old Geezer scrutinized me as I looked at his office (had the worst décor I've ever seen and I've seen a lot of offices)
"My name is Voltaire Hiwatari and I want you to spy on my grandson."
I wrinkled my nose. The guy has a Japanese last name and a French name (or I think it's French. It's hard to tell)
Now usually I not supposed to ask questions. For some strange reason, that really annoys the bosses. It's like You-do-what-I-tell-you-and-its-none-of-your-business. Which is weird considering it IS my business. After all, I'm the one spying on the kid.
"Because he has joined a team and I'm worried how that will…affect him."
This job just gets weirder and weirder…
"So, you'll take the job?"
I didn't really have a choice in the matter. If I refused, guys are going to come in with blazing guns aimed at moi .
"Yeah, I'll take it."
And I took my leave. But not before leaving the watch on his table.
When I left, I heard a scream and winced.
I forgot to tell him it WASN'T a bomb.
Not every spy is a James Bond look-alike, sad to say.
I'm waiting for my flight to Japan. The guy with the pointy tipped hair is here too. I think his name is Tala, but what kinda name is that? I told him it sounded like a girl's name. His eyebrow twitched and he replied that he simply didn't care what I thought at all.
Charming guy, isn't he?
I think Santa Claus could get frostbite from this guy.
My flight just came in. Maybe I can catch some shut-eye on the trip.
I said a good-bye to Tala, but he just grunted.
I like this guy more and more.
ME: My name is Wolf. Timber Wolf.
CS: You're really enjoying this, aren't you?
CT: Who wouldn't?
ME: Reviewers receive---
CS: Grouchy Tala plushies!!!
ME: With combs, so that you can change the hairstyle whenever you want.
GT: 0.0 I happen to like my hairstyle you know