|Date:||Sun, 11 Apr 1999 21:03:26 -0700|
I rise out of the sewage, water, and other things, running off my back.
Topping it off, I'm dragging this unconcious super-squid behind me. Now, is
this my job? Is this why he brought me along? So I can run around in
horrible conditions, pulling the local fauna about?
I mean, seriously now.
If I had the courage, I'd have a thing or two to say to Octane. Sure, he's
standing right there, but with that VCR plugged into his spine, he couldn't
hear a grenade going off. Unless one of his drones happens to be equipped
for audio, of course.
Add in the fact that he always carries a welding torch in that van of his,
and you can understand why I keep quiet.
The others in the group aren't much better. The only one who noticed me was
the kid, and who the heck brings a ten-year-old when hunting sewer squids?
The troll looked a bit on the light side, but now he looks heavy enough, as
he's being carried as unconcious as the squid, by the guy in the kilt...
yes, a kilt in the sewers, don't ask... The two women both look like
they're going to shoot the kid, if not the rest of the group just out of
general principles... I dunno, it looks like the boss just fell into the
wrong crowd. Maybe that would explain it.
It's not Octane's fault, really.
I have stuff to tell him. But then, he's not paying any attention to me.
He's remote operating the van up above, getting it backed up and into
position so we can winch the squid out of here. So he's forgotten all about me.
Pity. I could have told him about the croc my sensors picked up.
Ouch. That must of hurt.