A Little Less Truth
Lisa eyed the now-familiar equipment with trepidation. "We're doing this again?"
The older woman nodded. "Yes. We are watching a different video today. The risk of cognitohazard is quite low, and I have reason to believe you will find the experience quite enjoyable."
"I should feel more conflicted about this. But the prospect that there is information that is too dangerous for me to handle, that bothers me. That bothers me like you have no idea."
Shortly thereafter
Lisa tried to disguise her nervousness as the video began. She didn't think it would work against the older woman, but she had her pride damnit!
PRT office. Security footage. Her power unnecessarily told her. Inter-office mail package on desk. Nameplate read Thomas Calvert.
Her breath caught. The man who entered was not in costume, and she had never seen his face before. But she knew that gait, knew that confidence. She didn't even need to use her power. Coil.
And then he opened the package, and she began to laugh.
"Hand grenades," the older woman offered with a smile. "Someone anonymously sent him hand grenades through the intra-office mail. Shortly thereafter he filed for medical retirement."
She sent them. Her power offered, and Lisa just couldn't take it. She laughed, and laughed, and laughed until she cried.
Note: You didn't think I would leave poor Lisa in the dark, did you?
The older woman nodded. "Yes. We are watching a different video today. The risk of cognitohazard is quite low, and I have reason to believe you will find the experience quite enjoyable."
"I should feel more conflicted about this. But the prospect that there is information that is too dangerous for me to handle, that bothers me. That bothers me like you have no idea."
Shortly thereafter
Lisa tried to disguise her nervousness as the video began. She didn't think it would work against the older woman, but she had her pride damnit!
PRT office. Security footage. Her power unnecessarily told her. Inter-office mail package on desk. Nameplate read Thomas Calvert.
Her breath caught. The man who entered was not in costume, and she had never seen his face before. But she knew that gait, knew that confidence. She didn't even need to use her power. Coil.
And then he opened the package, and she began to laugh.
"Hand grenades," the older woman offered with a smile. "Someone anonymously sent him hand grenades through the intra-office mail. Shortly thereafter he filed for medical retirement."
She sent them. Her power offered, and Lisa just couldn't take it. She laughed, and laughed, and laughed until she cried.
Note: You didn't think I would leave poor Lisa in the dark, did you?