-- This is a collab with Chase and Myself via Email. Permission was granted by both parties for it to be posted here.--
After having met up with Ivy, Chase Devineaux made his
way towards his office, a small stop before heading out to meet Eugene
Grovington and the 777 bound for Luxembourg. There were things to
navigate around today, everything from minor bumps to big bends on the
road. He strategized how he might get answers from Missy Wayward
without damaging her career--which was still bright as far as he could
see--but every wave of thought was clouded by the image of a woman and
her caramel skirt in his leather chair. She had somehow managed to
taint his office, and while walking down the halls of ACME, he began to
ponder why that doesn't bother him.
A familiar sound echoed into Zack’s ears as
he sped down a nearby hill outside of ACME Headquaters in San
Francisco. The sound of his turning red Spitfire wheels on the pavement
plastered a smile of joy on his face as he travelled down the hill. He
weaved through the crowd “expertly”: he spilled peoples’ coffee and had
their papers gain altitude. Zack got yelled as a response to his trick.
After making a sudden sharp turn in an open space, his hands pushed
the glass and he went through ACME’s revolving doors. He slowed down
his speed. When he looked into the building he hadn’t been in for the
past couple of years, his eyes locked onto something that your average
late teenage male would see: the short skirts of ACME’s receptionist. A
softer faint smile formed on Zack’s lips as he eyed the receptionist’s
new attire.
Unfortunately, he did not realize that he had not come to a
standstill. While he was staring at one of the receptionist on break
talking to the one on duty when his vision was suddenly blurred by the
collision of him and another person. Zack fell to the floor and his
skateboard silently continued on and gently hit the desk right beside
the woman on break.
All it took was a step on the skateboard that sent the off duty
employee flying forward and she collapsed on top of the receptionist on
duty. While she was flying, she hit the computer monitor and it crashed
to the floor as well and caught on fire- so did the desk. The fire
sprinklers began automatically at the first sign of smoke, and anyone
on the main floor within a fifty food radius got a cold, cold shower.
Zack was not even in the building 30 seconds and he already caused
enough damage that would cost him his tuition for the next year. He
caught the flying skateboard as he got up so it wouldn’t hit the person
he collided with. When he finally got a view of the other’s face, his
eyes widened.
He had collided with Chase.
“Great…”
Devineaux
had seen the disturbance and braced himself. The impact moved him a few
steps back, but left him numb, an affect that magnified with the
downpour. In seconds, the sprinklers turned off after dousing the small
fire, and the receptionists regained their footing. Chase studied the
area's damage, and then turned his attention to the skateboarding
catalyst. Recognition came eventually.
"I'm on a three week "reading week" because of my honours in all my classes, and because we actually have a reading week...."
"I was going to come to see if anyone needed my help with any cases along with surprising my sister..."
"I'm heading there now," Chase hinted towards his water-soaked clothes. "Let's walk."
He took a few steps in the direction of the gym then spoke again, "How's Russia?"
"An international case? Sounds interesting."
On the floor of the gym, he held the door for Zack. "Ivy should be finishing up in Room C -- Good luck surprising her."
"Keep me updated- I could also just be put in the field, I'm a lot stronger now." He exited and waved thanks to Chase Devineaux before heading towards Room C to surprise Ivy.
