Glitching to Fix Time {Poor Execution, Rewrite occurring in diff book}

Ch 4: Fuck this Future

"You had me so worried." She pulled back. "What's the 411 about this meta assassin?"

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. Not them too." Gary backed away from Clarity as he caught sight of the other legends eyes wide and panicked behind his glasses. "What did you do? She's gonna kill me."

"The chick from your distress call?"  Jax asked wondering if she was gonna attack at this very second.

"Agent Sharpe. She hates you guys." Gary frowned.

"Well, feeling's mutual." Sara replied head tilting in annoyance.

His eyes turned to Clarity who was still kneeling beside him on the bids. "And she hates you double now cause her and Tyler had to finish your paper work. Even had to start from scratch. Everyone did. You set the sprinklers off with that fire all the turned in paperwork got wrecked, 30 monitors did too."

"Ah, she started a fire?" Mick grinned. "Atta girl, Sparky."

"They didn't get anything they didn't deserve. They were all mixing their paperwork in with mine making me do all the work. It wasn't fair. Granted it's my fault for not reading it and catching on sooner but it was a rotten thing to do. At least with these guys I don't have to do any paperwork. Just because I quit the bureau it doesn't mean we aren't friend anymore. I'm here to help you."

"I-I don't need your help." Gary shook his head.

"Look, you said there was a female meta killing everyone." Ray pointed out getting things back on track. "What's going on?"

"No, this is classified Time Bureau business." Gary protested intent on not telling them anything.

"Gary, hey, ignore them four it's just you and me. Okay." Clarity tapped his shoulder crossing her legs leaning forwards."Trust me. I came to help you. You sent a distress call, you need help. These guys are my team, they're not the bad people Ava and the rest of the bureau make them out to be. They came to help me help you. Get it? We're just here to help that's it. The bureau won't even know we're here."

"No, no you quit." Gary protested. "Missions are classified, you lost your clearance. You can't help me."

"Yes I can, Gary. I promise I can. Just talk to me please." Clarity pleaded. "Tell me what's going on."

Gary shook his head. "I'm not supposed to talk to you about that stuff anymore."

"Tried it your way." Mick cracked his neck walking towards Gary. "My turn. Open your mouth and say some words."

"Woah, woah, easy Mick." Clarity put herself between the two hopping down from the dumpster resting a hand on either of the man's chest. "There's no need for threats here just be patient."

"Out of the way, Sparky." Mick shoved her aside and Clarity stumbled into the dumpster. "This Pig's gotta squeal."

"Mick, don't be a dick. Just give me more time to talk to him. He's just a little scared to break the rules. I mean I'm lucky Rip made me my own division. Though it's not like he put anyone else in it. But Ava's a strict superior, she won't punish him lightly for talking to us. He just needs to know we won't let him get fired or put on monitor duty during the graveyard shift."

Mick chuckled cracking his knuckles eyeing Gary, "Afraid of a woman are you? Scared she's gonna take that stick up her ass and shove it up yours?"

"Mick. I mean it." Clarity crossed her arms. "Leave him alone, you're scaring him."

"Guess you're gonna have to decide who you're more afraid of, Agent Sharpe or Mick here." Sara smiled at Gary.

"What? Sara don't endorse this. This isn't helping." Clarity protested."Gar," Clarity glitched inbetween them once more. "Just talk to me please. I don't like watching friends fight and I think Micks in a punching mood. I can Glitch you before his fist connects with your face but your glasses might not be so lucky so...."