Charisma Thorne – Well that went well.
“You had ONE job!” the balding man shouted. “ONE job! And look what happened!”
Charisma sat there.
“All you had to do was scout about for a bit. Try to find out Mevolent’s next movements and what did you do? You charged into the building, and ended up killing over 50 Cleavers!”
Charisma answered. “Yes, but I did kill some of them. And anyways, I was bored. I’ve been sent on ten scouting missions in the last fortnight and to be honest they’ve all been boring as hell. So, I decided to make it more fun.”
The balding man sighed.
“Charisma, yes, you did kill some of Mevolent’s army, but you still lost us 50 Cleavers. And we haven’t many left. And the fact you disappeared afterwards. For god’s sake we all thought you’d been killed! Where were you?”
“At the cinema. I went to see Les Mis again. It’s very good you know, and I do love that Aaron Tveit-“
“Charisma for crying out loud, we’re fighting a war, and you want to go see musicals? You need to focus more, you really do.”
“Yes, but Aaron Tveit and Eddie Red-“
“This conversation is over. You have been de-briefed. Go back and see Dianda and the others at the Sanctuary. And NO more trips to the cinema or random disappearances, and for God’s sake, try to focus on what’s happening. We’re in the middle of a war here.”
The balding man stalked out of the dimly lit room. After noting that he probably wasn’t best pleased with her, Charisma walked out, leaving nothing behind but a chair.