Misha
"How did it go? There wasn't any trouble, was there?" Anon asks as Jay and I walk into the room.
Jay lays face down on the couch. He had it rough. All that small talk had me begging for death and I wasn't a part of it.
"It was as expected. However, I wasn't sure what they wanted to talk about. Turns out, conveniently, that it's a plan to implement a new highly advanced security system in all government buildings." Jay explains through the couch cushions.
