under 30,000 a year." "But it's form 909-JX, isn't it?" Heero demanded in frustration. "That's the one they say they need!" "Well, you make sense of it then!" Duo snarled, shoving the papers across the table at Heero. "Remember what that harpy said? No food or water until we get this done. And at this rate, we'll starve to death before we get halfway through!" "I hadn't forgotten!" Heero snapped, grabbing the handful of papers away from him. In sullen silence, the two pilots bent back to work again. *** "...Duo?" Duo looked up from where he was folding paper sheets into various historical aircraft models. "Yeah?" "Have you seen the B-240-C form anywhere?" Heero asked, perplexed. Duo looked faintly guilty. "Er, sorry, Heero, I think that was the Enola Gay." He glanced upwards, where several pink- and yellow-colored sheets were embedded point-first into the ceiling. Heero thumped his head against the table. Duo continued folding with relish. "Wait! I'll see if I can't knock it down!" *** Frowning, Heero looked up from the instruction sheet. "Duo?" he asked, perplexed. "Hn?" Duo didn't move. "What's 'accrual'?" Duo stirred, and one bloodshot eye glared at him. "This is accrual and unusual punishment," he declared. Heero had to agree. *** "Oh, shit! Apparently there's a percentage surcharge if you access their accounts from a remote terminal!" "Well, what was I supposed to do, try and break into their headquarters?" *** "Hey, Heero?" "Yes, Duo?" "Got any guns hidden in your spandex? I'm feeling the need to make a quick end of this."
Re: The Final Accounting
Date: 2006-02-21 04:03 am (UTC)"But it's form 909-JX, isn't it?" Heero demanded in frustration. "That's the one they say they need!"
"Well, you make sense of it then!" Duo snarled, shoving the papers across the table at Heero. "Remember what that harpy said? No food or water until we get this done. And at this rate, we'll starve to death before we get halfway through!"
"I hadn't forgotten!" Heero snapped, grabbing the handful of papers away from him.
In sullen silence, the two pilots bent back to work again.
***
"...Duo?"
Duo looked up from where he was folding paper sheets into various historical aircraft models. "Yeah?"
"Have you seen the B-240-C form anywhere?" Heero asked, perplexed.
Duo looked faintly guilty. "Er, sorry, Heero, I think that was the Enola Gay." He glanced upwards, where several pink- and yellow-colored sheets were embedded point-first into the ceiling.
Heero thumped his head against the table. Duo continued folding with relish. "Wait! I'll see if I can't knock it down!"
***
Frowning, Heero looked up from the instruction sheet. "Duo?" he asked, perplexed.
"Hn?" Duo didn't move.
"What's 'accrual'?"
Duo stirred, and one bloodshot eye glared at him. "This is accrual and unusual punishment," he declared.
Heero had to agree.
***
"Oh, shit! Apparently there's a percentage surcharge if you access their accounts from a remote terminal!"
"Well, what was I supposed to do, try and break into their headquarters?"
***
"Hey, Heero?"
"Yes, Duo?"
"Got any guns hidden in your spandex? I'm feeling the need to make a quick end of this."