Up With The Sun
Who: Clive OT Kayla
Where: OSI Academy
When: Saturday morning
Clive was sitting on the steps of the Academy, going over his lesson plan. He'd had to suffer through two cups of drive-thru coffee to feel awake enough to be of any use, but he found that adding lots of sugar helped a bit. He hadn't had a chance to touch base with his Potential during the week like he'd initially planned, but depending on how this session went, he'd have a better idea of how much support she needed or wanted. Speaking of, where was the kid? This did not bode well -- if he was up before noon on a fucking Saturday, it was a miracle and should be treated as such.
He stomped that thought down, feeling more than a little guilty. He knew he had to set a good example now, both for his bosses and for his charge. You've made such a big deal about this to everybody, now's the time to suck it up, he thought. He took another sip of coffee and grimaced; still not enough sugar. He rifled through the duffel at his feet, reflecting cynically that this was probably the only town in the country that was okay with people carrying bags of weapons around. He stretched and carried on waiting.
Where: OSI Academy
When: Saturday morning
Clive was sitting on the steps of the Academy, going over his lesson plan. He'd had to suffer through two cups of drive-thru coffee to feel awake enough to be of any use, but he found that adding lots of sugar helped a bit. He hadn't had a chance to touch base with his Potential during the week like he'd initially planned, but depending on how this session went, he'd have a better idea of how much support she needed or wanted. Speaking of, where was the kid? This did not bode well -- if he was up before noon on a fucking Saturday, it was a miracle and should be treated as such.
He stomped that thought down, feeling more than a little guilty. He knew he had to set a good example now, both for his bosses and for his charge. You've made such a big deal about this to everybody, now's the time to suck it up, he thought. He took another sip of coffee and grimaced; still not enough sugar. He rifled through the duffel at his feet, reflecting cynically that this was probably the only town in the country that was okay with people carrying bags of weapons around. He stretched and carried on waiting.