Next mission [TTRPG bluebooking]
Ping!
"Hey, what is it?" Orion stretched his limbs and smiled blissfully. The comfort of cool apartments with AC on and the sweet aftermath of the rather intense cardio workout they've just had made him so lazy and sleepy.
Minz took a deep breath and looked through the stack of inbox messages he didn't check for about two hours. He always put his agent in a "Do not disturb" mode when they were spending some quality time together. However, just a few contacts were set as emergency ones and could disturb him when the whole world would not dare to.
"Star is asking if I received the message about the gig. Gosh, the spam these days." Minz winced. "Subscribe to subscription for subscribing. Consume more, care less with our brand new shitshow!"
Orion snorted with laughter. The current heatwave surely opened another hell gate of stupid ads all over the place, because people needed stuff to cool off and to make themselves busy.
"And no hot milfs in your area? How disappointing."
"Your moans made them run away and saved the city from overheating."
"You ass…" Orion poked Minz's ribs, getting a playful slap on the thigh in return. "As if you don't like it."
"I bet I like it more than anyone… Oh, here's that message… Uh-huh. Someone was kidnapped by badland nomads; the contact promises to pay adequately if we find the person. The message was sent to me, Star, and… I don't know this person. It's strange that the whole crew isn't here."
"Oh? So, just Star and you? And someone you are not familiar with? Who gave the client your contacts anyways?"
"Some 'kind fixer,' if we are to believe the contact. The only kind fixers who know me are Andersson, Molfar and Dara. Only Molfar and Dara know that I am happy for any and every job, because I try to get the chip as soon as possible. Only Dara knows Star as well. Or it's someone from the Afterlife I am unaware of. I don't know whether my contacts are spreading with lightning speed or not. Anyways, the client wants to see us on Friday at noon."
"So, it's the day after tomorrow." Orion's tone became more serious, concerned even. He was always worried sick when it was about Minz and his job. He couldn't help it anymore.
"Hey, it's fine." Minz put the agent aside and gently touched Orion's cheek with his hand. "If they need just three people, it's probably not that bad."
"But it's… so hot outside. What if your heart doesn't feel good?"
"Star is near me. She won't let me die on her watch. Besides, the faster I get the amount I need, the faster I will have the surgery. And there will be one less concern for you."
Orion hugged him tightly. He didn't want him to go. Not now, not ever. But it was that hard part of the necessary letting go. So many times he said to his clients that they need to let go to only now feel the whole weight of this uneasy decision.
If you truly love someone, you can't keep them a prisoner, even if it means that a goodbye may occasionally turn into a farewell.
"We still have a day and a half just for us, right?" He asked, nuzzling Minz's neck. "Maybe you should continue banishing hot milfs with my help?"