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himself.
“Did you read the guide?” John asked as he
walked around the desk and resumed his seat behind it.
“The bulk of it, yes,” Brigit replied.
“Good. Are you ready to begin, then?” He
asked. He began sorting through a short stack of portfolios before
him.
“No time like the present,” Brigit answered
as John stood again and picked up three of the portfolios that he
had separated from the pile. She watched him stuff them inside his
suit coat pocket and then look at her.
“Take a walk with me,” he instructed.
“Unfortunately, we have no time for proper training. Per the
handbook, you’re supposed to wait until we are sure you understand
your role as a Reaper before being turned loose in the field. Since
we are the only Reapers in the world at this time, you’ll have to
do on-the-job-training I’m afraid. Ask any questions that come to
mind as they come. I’ll do my best to answer them,” he promised as
he walked to the door of his office.
Brigit watched him pause long enough to pull
a long black walking stick from the bronze umbrella holder sitting
against the only bare space on the wall. There were a couple of
others there that looked as if they had seen better days. Brigit
wondered what John could have done with them to beat them up so
badly. A question came to mind as they began walking down the hall
towards the door that had let her in.
“What do you mean we’re the only Reapers in
the world?” she asked.
“They all retired about six months ago. I’ve
been doing this on my own since then. When the Bailey caused your
accident, I saw an opportunity to start re-growing the firm,
especially after I finally received your file. Per your portfolio,
you’re an assistant extraordinaire . I have the need for such
a qualification. With your help, I believe we can rebuild the firm
and re-open the other continental offices once we have the
appropriate staff. Shield your eyes,” John instructed gently before
opening the door and allowing Brigit to pass by him. Before she had
time to register what he had told her to do, the intensity of the
light just outside the door blinded her.
“Oh, god damn!” she gasped as she covered her
eyes with her hands, as if the intensity might actually melt her
eyeballs directly out of the sockets.
When the light stopped pulsating, she slowly
lowered her hands and looked around her. They were standing in the
empty hall of a hospital. Brigit knew it was a hospital simply by
the smell and the eeriness that she had associated with such a
building since her grandfather’s passing when she was a little
girl.
“Where are we?” Brigit whispered.
“We’re at St. Clare’s Hospital in Oklahoma
City. We have three assignments to complete here and then we’ll be
on our way back to the office. Here,” he withdrew a portfolio from
his coat pocket and passed it to her. Slowly, Brigit opened the
folder and began to read.
“Sarah McDowell, April 3rd, 1982,” she read
out loud. “What’s the date?”
“Her passing date,” he replied.
“You’ve kept her waiting sixteen years?”
John shrugged somewhat apologetically.
“The Reaper assigned to her was somewhat of a
lazy bum. He liked to take his time in getting to his assignments.
Sadly, I’ve been a somewhat backlogged these last six months, I’m
sure you can understand…”
“Let’s hope Sarah McDowell will understand,”
Brigit retorted. John shrugged sheepishly again and began walking
slowly down the hall. Brigit knew she had no choice but to follow
him.
She was waiting for them by the window,
staring out across the city skyline bathed in the bright sunlight.
There was a peaceful look on her face as she watched the horizon.
Brigit noted that the expression did not alter as Sarah McDowell
turned to face her visitors. She studied them both, dressed head to
toe in black. Sarah McDowell recognized them for who they were and
why they were finally there.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said
sweetly.
“Did you read the guide?” John asked as he
walked around the desk and resumed his seat behind it.
“The bulk of it, yes,” Brigit replied.
“Good. Are you ready to begin, then?” He
asked. He began sorting through a short stack of portfolios before
him.
“No time like the present,” Brigit answered
as John stood again and picked up three of the portfolios that he
had separated from the pile. She watched him stuff them inside his
suit coat pocket and then look at her.
“Take a walk with me,” he instructed.
“Unfortunately, we have no time for proper training. Per the
handbook, you’re supposed to wait until we are sure you understand
your role as a Reaper before being turned loose in the field. Since
we are the only Reapers in the world at this time, you’ll have to
do on-the-job-training I’m afraid. Ask any questions that come to
mind as they come. I’ll do my best to answer them,” he promised as
he walked to the door of his office.
Brigit watched him pause long enough to pull
a long black walking stick from the bronze umbrella holder sitting
against the only bare space on the wall. There were a couple of
others there that looked as if they had seen better days. Brigit
wondered what John could have done with them to beat them up so
badly. A question came to mind as they began walking down the hall
towards the door that had let her in.
“What do you mean we’re the only Reapers in
the world?” she asked.
“They all retired about six months ago. I’ve
been doing this on my own since then. When the Bailey caused your
accident, I saw an opportunity to start re-growing the firm,
especially after I finally received your file. Per your portfolio,
you’re an assistant extraordinaire . I have the need for such
a qualification. With your help, I believe we can rebuild the firm
and re-open the other continental offices once we have the
appropriate staff. Shield your eyes,” John instructed gently before
opening the door and allowing Brigit to pass by him. Before she had
time to register what he had told her to do, the intensity of the
light just outside the door blinded her.
“Oh, god damn!” she gasped as she covered her
eyes with her hands, as if the intensity might actually melt her
eyeballs directly out of the sockets.
When the light stopped pulsating, she slowly
lowered her hands and looked around her. They were standing in the
empty hall of a hospital. Brigit knew it was a hospital simply by
the smell and the eeriness that she had associated with such a
building since her grandfather’s passing when she was a little
girl.
“Where are we?” Brigit whispered.
“We’re at St. Clare’s Hospital in Oklahoma
City. We have three assignments to complete here and then we’ll be
on our way back to the office. Here,” he withdrew a portfolio from
his coat pocket and passed it to her. Slowly, Brigit opened the
folder and began to read.
“Sarah McDowell, April 3rd, 1982,” she read
out loud. “What’s the date?”
“Her passing date,” he replied.
“You’ve kept her waiting sixteen years?”
John shrugged somewhat apologetically.
“The Reaper assigned to her was somewhat of a
lazy bum. He liked to take his time in getting to his assignments.
Sadly, I’ve been a somewhat backlogged these last six months, I’m
sure you can understand…”
“Let’s hope Sarah McDowell will understand,”
Brigit retorted. John shrugged sheepishly again and began walking
slowly down the hall. Brigit knew she had no choice but to follow
him.
She was waiting for them by the window,
staring out across the city skyline bathed in the bright sunlight.
There was a peaceful look on her face as she watched the horizon.
Brigit noted that the expression did not alter as Sarah McDowell
turned to face her visitors. She studied them both, dressed head to
toe in black. Sarah McDowell recognized them for who they were and
why they were finally there.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said
sweetly.
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