LOST

1.

I hate my job, like actually hate it.
It is the most boring shit ever.
BLI is so fucking bad at their little hunt for the Killjoys.
It's been 2 years and they're still out there.
If they'd put me on the jobs instead of that bald bastard with half a braincell, the Killjoys would be dead by now.
Korse sucks and we never get along when I have to have meetings with him to discuss the footage and paperwork.
He always yells at me or calls me stupid.
BLI SUCKS.

"Y/N!" The Director yelled.
"Ye?" I answered.
"Have you been going through the materials like I asked you to?"
"Yes Director"
"Good, I need all of the known sightings of the killjoys to be organized so Korse can know where exactly they hide"
"Yes, of course"
"Now back to work"

I continued going through the papers and videos I was given.
She left and I groaned, slamming my head on the white desk.
I never get to go after them myself, I just sit in the office all day, organizing, marking and cleaning the papers and what not.
I hate it.
I'm only here for the money anyway, one day I'll run to the desert and become one of the outcasts myself, but for now, I'll be here.

I started going through the security camera footage I was given and yawned.
I looked at the videos and it was static and buzz but I could see the killjoys.
The short one with the green gun and black hair, Fun Ghoul, the embodiment of chaos.
Marked down as the most dangerous and unpredictable member of the group.
"You've caught my attention now" I smirked, tapping my chin with a pen. "Fun Ghoul"

"Y/N, The Director told me you have footage of the killjoys?" Korse said.
"Yes I do" I glanced at the door. "Do you need it?"
"Of course I do, you half brained idiot"
"At least I'm not running on a single dying brain cell" I mumbled. "Unlike someone"
He sat down in one of my chairs and tapped the table with his finger. "Show me the security camera footage from the South side edge"
"Alright alright" I turned on the footage and Korse watched it intently.

"They blew up one of the BLI stores" he growled. "How do the always manage to get past the guards!?"
"You're slipping Korse. Is your trigger finger getting rusty?" I smirked.
He grabbed me by my throat. "These don't rust"
I was struggling to breathe but he let go soon enough.
I was gasping for air and he got up.
"I got what I needed, get back to work"
"Hey Korse!" I said.
"What?"
"Try to get at least a shot on one of them this time"
"Fuck you"
"No thanks"
He stormed out and I chuckled. "What a dumbass"

I went home later that night and slumped onto my couch.
"Fucking losers can't get anything done!" I groaned. "How have they gotten control of this whole city with a leader who stays in the office all day and exterminators who have half a braincell each?"