Seated behind my desk there were several men in uniform standing in front of me. They all had name tags and were all very serious people, but I couldn't take anything they were saying seriously because I didn't want to. I hadn't even been back all of a few moments before I was already being petitioned for another job. I swear the universe hates me, when I need work no work is to be found, when I don't need it all kinds of work just shows up and demands to be worked. I swear the more things change the more they stay the same.
"... And so your expertise will become instrumental in the apprehension of this fugitive." The leader of this group of police was still speaking, I just cut to the chase here as much like I wrote here I was only half paying attention.
"There are real organizations that can handle people like this, I'm terrible with other magic users." Its true I was, unless they wanted them dead, then I'm fantastic for them, but I got the impression they didn't want to outright kill the young man, and that is not my expertise.
"They told us to get you, so you're deputized and your joining the possee." I figured this was the end of the conversation and it was, which is infuriating! I swear people listen to me enough to verify I am who I say I am and then just fill in the rest as to what I'm going to do! Which is how I do things in life, but people shouldn't do that to me!
All the same this is how I ended up in the back of a pick up truck shortly before it exploded. Oh yeah, next entry etc etc.
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