Gamble

Gage is so deeply in sleep that he doesn't even hear Sapphire come into his apartment. Feeling his shoulder shake a little, and then hearing her voice, he pries himself from his foggy state enough to open one eye.

Looking up at her groggily, he tries to open his other eye too but it's a little slower. "Mmm...." What had she just asked? Oh, lunch. Supper. It was noon. "Sorry," he mumbles. "I just... passed out." He knew he was in no shape to go to lunch with her. He was grimy, smelled like sweat and was too sleepy to be much good for anything.

"Um... supper... mm-hmm." He nods a little as his eyes fall shut again. "I survived work," he mentions, though it was mumbled into his pillow. "Supper... I'll be up by then... I promise."


"Few days down... who knows how many to go." Chance leans back in the desk chair, putting his hands back behind his head as he surveys the camera monitors. His headset was serving as his phone for the moment, while he was alone in the living room. He'd seen Destiny head to her room, so he figured it was a good time to get in touch with Toby along with his other contact.

"Nah... it's not so bad. I'm sure you're glad to have me out of your hair."He rolls his eyes. "Hmm? Oh, yeah, everything's under control." He swivels a little, keeping himself awake as he talks. "What, you kidding me? First sign of Reese getting a replacement, I'm out of here. First couple days are alright but no... would not want to do this full time."

He stops swiveling an listens. "Well you tell Rob he cannot have that office space because I'm coming back.... Look, I'm the one over here stuck being the babysitter. Tell him to keep his paws off that Mangle's case because I'm still working on it! Don't- ....just-" Chance groans and straightens up in his chair. "Alright, fine."

Movement on a monitor catches his attention and he leans forward to study it. It wast just a cat. "What? Oh, no, she's fine. Not a pansy like I expected. Tough chick. Feel sorry for her. Funeral's coming up as soon as they'll release the bodies after the investigation. I'd just as soon give her a new location and identity but Reese doesn't want to do it that way." He reaches for his glass of iced tea that was now lukewarm. "If you talk to him though, just see what his plans are, will you? He won't tell me and I want to know if he's looking for a replacement. ...Yeah, okay. I'll be in touch."

Taking off the headset, Chance gives another little groan and rubs his hands over his eyes. Checking the time, he then picks up his cellphone and dials. "Mr. A. Whatcha got for me today?" Leaning towards the laptop beside the other equipment, he brings up his email. "Boy, you're pushing it." His tone had changed to one of someone wheeling and dealing. "What's the gamble?" He thinks for a moment. "Odds are too steep. Make it three thousand and we'll go another round. Fine. Don't call me again until you hear from me." Hanging up, he shuts down his email too and stands, stretching tall. Everything else was quiet. Wandering to the front bay window in the living room, he watches the sleepy street, thinking of the pool back home.