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Not Russian Enough
Chapter 12: Chief Business
Dear Diary:
You know it dawns on me that CG gave me a different mission to go on while I was out here, but he didn't really tell me what it was. How am I supposed to do it if I don't even know what it is?
"You are having a seperate mission?" Samantha asked.
"Did I diary entry out loud again? I hate it when I do that."
"Yes you are doing that," Samantha noted. "This CG, he is Cheif Geordi Kwrakknsvr, da?"
"You can actually pronounce his last name?" I astonished. "Wow! That's talent. Yes, CG is Cheif Geordi however you say his last name. But yeah, he asked me to take care of a few things while I'm out here, but he never really told me what."
"Good thing you have diary entried out loud then. I think I know what."
"What is it, then?" I asked.
Samantha nodded her head slowly. "Djonk. It is time then. I am knowing what it is. I must come back with you."
"Okay, and?"
"Da. I must prepare." Samantha walked away. "You can stay there. I will come back with my things."
Conveniently to the timing of the story, Cynthia came out of Notabadguy's laboratory of evil science.
"So what's up?" I asked.
"We have everything we need." Cynthia pulled out the NAVALancet. Yeah, that's how acronyms work. "I've got it right here. We can pretty much go now."
"Well not yet. Samantha's coming with us. She won't say why, but she knows she has to come. She's getting her things."
"Ohhh, yeaaaaah. That's right," Cynthia exclaimed. "Yeah, I can see why."
"Why then? I'm quite lost."
"Did CG ask you to take care of something?"
"Yes."
"Come back into this lab real quick. Let's talk to Notabadguy."
We walked back into the lab. Cynthia told me to sit down real quick while she got Yosef.
Yosef and Cynthia came out. "My dear friend," Yosef postured, "You have been drinking an awful lot of coffee to stay aware recently, yes? No need to answer. I know you have. Something is quite wrong, and it must be fixed. You'd only be sent over with a special unnamed mission if things have gone this far wrong. I'm sending Samantha back with you." Yosef ran out of the room.
"What is that?" I asked, feeling like I'm overusing the word asked, but it's what I keep doing. "That's like, no information."
"Don't worry about it," assured Cynthia. "You'll know in time."
"Is something going on with me that only you guys know about?"
Cynthia shrugged. Samantha came back in the room with three suitcases. "Okay, let's get going."
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