"Of course, of course, I just called them that to make it easier for us to recognize them and remember their names…" MC sank her eyes back to a sheet of paper full of text in front of her before she looked back at him. "Dammit, Jeremy, Terran Morgen is so cool!"
"Yes!" Jeremy jumped from his seat and pointed his finger at her with a wide but defeated smile. "They actually managed to think of something decent, but you know what's cooler? Charon Society!"
MC took a sip from the coffee in her hands and cupped her chin. "Damn, we cannot ask Rachel to give us a cool name, I don't want to… but maybe, maybe we could make a name-finding team figure us out a good one!"
"Ew… no… did you just hear what I said?" Jeremy gagged and cleared his throat. He took a deep breath after and now, with both his hands resting on the side of his hips, he turned his body and freed his eyes to wander around the room. Met with the same golden walls that surrounded them and the carpeted floors that held the table that was populated with tons of files and folders, he ended up frowning after a few odd seconds. "Terran Morgen… what a dumb name," he grumbled and shook his head. "Fuckin' thinking that they're so cool just because their name came up from Italian and German words together… it's just so basic!"
"I think we need to let this go… we can't have another naming spree that could waste our time," MC protested, groaning after a second as she tossed a rim of papers to the floor. "God, I need another coffee…" Her head sank to the table. "I'm tired of the instant ones… where's Rick?"
Jeremy turned to her with bitterness resting upon his heart. "You know what?"
"What?" MC replied without taking her face off of the table.
"Let's just kill them all and take that name for ourselves if you're so bothered by it, not me though, I'm not bothered by it at one bit. Charon Society is cool," Jeremy celebrated with a hearty laugh and ended it with a sigh before he went back to his seat. There, he combed his hair and as if he just took out his mask, the carefree look on his face disappeared at the moment his fingers reached the back of her head. "There… I can now put my mind into things now that that's done. What were you saying again?"
"No, nevermind, it hurts me more to realize and think that I'm just consuming packs and packs of sugar with a bitter and milky taste…" MC groaned once more.
"Isn't that what you're always drinking though?" Jeremy raised his brow as he reached out towards a stack of paperwork held together by two binder clips at its side. "Well, you're the one who set Rick on teacher duty and you would not make me touch Rick's 'Legendary Coffee Magic Making Machine,' so you do you."
"Sure," MC whimpered, protesting as she slowly slapped the surface of the table with her hand. "The last thing I wanna have is you spitting on my drink."
"Oh, I would not!" Jeremy leaned forward and rested the bottom of his face on his palm. "Man, you're really such a downer when you're out of juice huh?"
MC slowly turned her gaze towards him with her head still glued on the table. She showed him a dreaded look underneath her unkempt frizzy hair and groaned, "It's a condition, Jeremy, and stop judging me."
"Yeah, yeah… you're the one who sent him to train Juanito and to get that fat man in shape, after all, so nevermind that," Jeremy replied as he flipped through a few pages on his folder. "The Dance practice is in order, the camera team and the director are the same… all we had to do is cross-reference all that information that we had and deal with the weapon orders. Have we checked up their recommendations?"
"Miggy and Dolphin had no friends to recommend so that's two spots gone, and the same goes for Juanito. All that's left is Rick, Viela, and you. That's about three and I've looked up on your whore-friend, Rahab." MC furrowed her brows. "Can't say that I���m thrilled to meet him."
"Oh come on," Jeremy's lips widened and twisted into a smile. "He'll do great…"
"I'm tired of processing those tons of weapons… I could get the guns, the drums of bullets and cannons but why did you even order a boombox anyways… playmats and confetti, a lot of them?" MC slowly closed her eyes and yawned before she scratched the side of her face.
"You forgot about the bells… also those curtains, I need a ton of them too, and don't you dare leave those out," Jeremy replied without turning her eyes on her.
"Really?" MC commented with a mocking tone.
"Really," Jeremy scoffed. "it's not like we have a monetary budget anyways."
MC clicked her tongue and raised her head with the bottom of her chin still resting on the table. She grabbed a piece of paper and held a pen over it, and with her voice sounding like a child's on a mild tantrum, she commented, "But it's hard to explain why we have to produce this kind of thing…"
"Just say that I'm going to need it for a music video, and Death would never bat an eye, he loves me!" Jeremy smiled wide and as soon as he met her tired and defeated gaze like a poor puppy peering into his eyes, he sighed and backed down. "Fine, I'll probably have some time to handle the plans later since we've finally confirmed our targets through my supreme tactical maneuver. I'll handle Viela's friend and our third re-recruited member. To be fair," he chuckled. "I could understand how you feel, especially when you're the one who kicked her out in the first place."
"Don't patronize me, I didn't expect that Rick would invite her out of everyone else," MC replied with a dejected glare before she turned her attention to write Jeremy's additional orders on a piece of paper. "Any news about her?"
Jeremy stretched his shoulders and let out a whimsical laugh. "Rachel fished her out as soon as you told her she failed the exams and threw her back at HQ. Lucky for us, she���s not that oblivious about what's happening and does not require much briefing once we take her back. Also, I did some investigation; previous reports had shown that their portal-user got killed in that hospital raid years ago and I don't see them taking the risk to walk around, especially when we have our boys doing their jobs. So, I took the location of the orphanage, the farm, and that little church into consideration and their locations actually follow a curved path that makes up a huge circle of cases where our reapers died on the job. I included Rachel on our little plan." Jeremy cracked his knuckles.
"Okay, I didn't ask that but sure?" MC replied with a sarcastic tone.
"Hey, I'm getting there." Jeremy furrowed his brows in disappointment. "Assuming that they're not dumb enough to put their main base on its dead center and to walk around to cover a lot of ground, I believe that they have someone like that portal-user, but not as strong; probably someone that probably had the limited capability to let them go around unnoticed, we need to kill that bitch ASAP. But going back and disguised as a little tip in exchange for a phone number and a date, I got Mary deployed right at the far side from where our targets were as part of a security net that I had Rachel do. They had a few confrontations but I heard that she's doing fine."
"On the other side of the map?" MC tucked her hair at the back of her ear. "Wow, I didn't know that you, as an asshole that you are, could care for her."
Jeremy chuckled. "There's a lot of cases about reapers getting killed there and it looks like there's a bit of movement in there too, it's small and slow, but it looks like they're pushing themselves north, having Mary there would be good. What's more, they didn't abandon the convent after receiving some heavy losses, something's up."
"But I can't believe Rick chose her," MC sighed and straightened her back and rested her palms on the table.
"That's what you're concerned about?" Jeremy scratched his cheek and yawned. "You're supposed to be my Watson and ask me what I think!"
"I guess it's good enough for me that she's doing fine too," MC continued, not noticing what she just said.
Jeremy sighed and laughed as soon as he got her attention. "Oh, she's mad depressed."
"Damn it." MC scratched the back of her head.
Jeremy stood up from his seat once again, looking like he was about to present a paper and there, he added, "But yeah, don't worry about it. Once we get the orders done, we'll plan our operations, and then and there, we would get our hands on our strongest team and let the Charon Society go into town and shoot the best music video ever!"
"No offense, Jeremy," MC whispered after taking a sharp breath through her gritting teeth. "Charon Society sucks ass compared to… dammit, I don't want to say their name!" Jeremy clicked his tongue and pressed his thumb at the side of his face with the rest of his fingers sinking deep into his other cheek. "Well, it's not better than 'the Boatmen' so fuck it, let's just kill them all and take their name for ourselves… which I don't think that is cool by the way."