Agent of SWORD 06
Hey Cheeseburger,
I am so ready to be home now. This trip is just not the fun it was promised to be. That family friend I mentioned left me high and dry and now I've run into some God awful obnoxious American tourists. I'd ask you to come save me but I expect I'll be home before you can make it.
As always, take care.
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This trip has been just one awful thing after another. If it wasn't being jumped by a power skrull the first night she was here, it was waking up in a God knows what type of bug infested cell. Still, that wasn't the worst. Nor was Madame Hydra using the police as target practice, nor was being in a celebrity death match with yet another power skrull (how many of them were there in this city?).
No the worse was hiding in this dumpster while psychopathic (or sociopathic depending on who you were talking about) villains out on some twisted sort of work release program hunted for you. It was just not her day, week, month, hell might as well call it years if you went far enough back to when she was kidnapped by the skrulls in the first place.
Pulling out her PDA and turning it on Jessica sees she has 34 messages from Agent Brand. "She probably thinks I'm dead." She opens up a chat client and begins to type:
Jessica: [Sorry, boss, can't exactly talk right now. Thunderbolts are here, can you get them off my ass???
Agent Brand: [No.]
Jessica: [What do I do?]
Agent Brand: [Osborn doesn't know about S.W.O.R.D. Do not engage. Do not get captured.]
Jessica: [Too late for not engaging. I'm in a pickle. Advise.]
Agent Brand: [Run like hell.]
Jessica: [Wonderful.]
Agent Brand: [We have a lead on your skrull target. MOVE!]
"Oh fuck this, I'm going hunting," she thought as she peaked out to find Milliways instead of the dirty alley she was expecting.
I am so ready to be home now. This trip is just not the fun it was promised to be. That family friend I mentioned left me high and dry and now I've run into some God awful obnoxious American tourists. I'd ask you to come save me but I expect I'll be home before you can make it.
As always, take care.
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This trip has been just one awful thing after another. If it wasn't being jumped by a power skrull the first night she was here, it was waking up in a God knows what type of bug infested cell. Still, that wasn't the worst. Nor was Madame Hydra using the police as target practice, nor was being in a celebrity death match with yet another power skrull (how many of them were there in this city?).
No the worse was hiding in this dumpster while psychopathic (or sociopathic depending on who you were talking about) villains out on some twisted sort of work release program hunted for you. It was just not her day, week, month, hell might as well call it years if you went far enough back to when she was kidnapped by the skrulls in the first place.
Pulling out her PDA and turning it on Jessica sees she has 34 messages from Agent Brand. "She probably thinks I'm dead." She opens up a chat client and begins to type:
Jessica: [Sorry, boss, can't exactly talk right now. Thunderbolts are here, can you get them off my ass???
Agent Brand: [No.]
Jessica: [What do I do?]
Agent Brand: [Osborn doesn't know about S.W.O.R.D. Do not engage. Do not get captured.]
Jessica: [Too late for not engaging. I'm in a pickle. Advise.]
Agent Brand: [Run like hell.]
Jessica: [Wonderful.]
Agent Brand: [We have a lead on your skrull target. MOVE!]
"Oh fuck this, I'm going hunting," she thought as she peaked out to find Milliways instead of the dirty alley she was expecting.