Reeve did not like to admit that she did freelance work for him. Not out of principle, as everything she did was easily found in a highly public report. She was pretty sure he just didn’t like the fact that, in some way or another, he had debts to pay to another Dragoon.
She always just smiled sweetly, said “yes Commissioner,” and crossed her fingers when she promised not to blow up anything too important.
There were a lot of differences now, in the work she did for Reeve and the WRO compared to what she did when she ran her own group of merry miscreants. There wasn’t a large scale corrupt company to topple, for example. Nor was she alternating between freezing to death, or starving, or boiling to death, or not getting enough sleep…This peace thing was weird.
Perhaps the best (?) change to get used to was the ease at which information could be obtained. No long having to hack into or weedle information from people made the first step of all of her jobs so much easier. Normally she had the files sent to her PHS and she took it with her, but today she was actually sent to the 4th floor because of the sensitivity of the material.
She opened the door and walked in, already speaking because being around information gatherers tended to make her uncomfortable.
"Hey, I was sent down to get the file on the waterway system project because they think there’s a…." her voice stopped when the other’s registered in her ear. She stopped moving as well, blinking a few times. It seemed to take her much longer than normal to get speaking again, and when she did…
"That lying rocksucking son of a bitch …" she muttered. "You’re alive…"
Shock wore off with Elfe’s words and Chelsea shook her head briefly to clear it of the remaining cobwebs. “The same could be said of you,” she said, still sounding stunned even to her own ears.
"Shut the door," she managed to request, her eyes still blinking wide as she registered the presence of her long-ago comrade. "If you have time, that is."
Would Elfe have time right now? She had to be the person here for this waterway file, but how pressing ti was beyond that Chelsea had no idea.
There were so many questions she had suddenly whirling around in her head. So many reactions, so many things that she would wonder about if she had the inclination. In this jumble, there was one question that stuck out and it had to be the one of the least importance.
One hand on her hip and a scowl settling on her features she asked, “Who’s the ass who said I was dead?”
"I thought you knew I was bulletproof." It was a really bad joke.
Did she have time? Not…technically. But she could make time. A few casts of Haste could make up for anything lost, and she, if she really needed to, could tap into that teleportation thing she wasn’t supposed to know about.
She shut the door unceremoniously with her foot and then walked over to Chelsea’s desk. She leaned on it, as if she needed to give her hands something to do other than touch the woman to make sure she was real.
To her question, Elfe pulled a face. One Chelsea would recognize instantly as the I really don’t want to tell you because I know you won’t like it face. Shalua tended to be the recipient, back in the day.
"Fuhito told me," she answered plainly. "Guess there’s mistake number one, huh?"