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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Old Drew Id" data-source="post: 1009707" data-attributes="member: 12175">Session 3 (5/21/2003) Human ResourcesSession 3 (5/21/2003) Human Resources“So you understand that the hours for this job are seven at night until four in the morning, Monday through Friday?” The woman was old, with skin like leather, and hair was wildly sprouting out in several directions, and tinted strongly blue and gray, which Joe decided looked a lot like a hairy version of the Franklin Mint Civil War chess set playing a match across the top of her head.“Yes, ma’am,” Joe fidgeted with the tight sweat-stained collar on his shirt. He hated these stupid tight-collared button-down shirts. He knew he probably had pit-stains down to his waist. Here he was, the Sorcerer Supreme of the whole planet, and he had to wear one of these uncomfortable shirts to get a job. Besides, if he was just applying for a job as a janitor, why did he have to look all spiffy?“And that you make $5.15 an hour and you get paid every two weeks?” “Yes, ma’am,” Joe nodded. He pulled on his tie to try to loosen up the collar on his shirt, but then the clip came loose and he was suddenly holding the whole thing limply in his hand. The interviewer just stared at him as he snagged the clip-on back onto his collar as best he could. Stupid tie…what janitor wears a tie anyway?“Okay, let’s see what else then…are you an alien?”“What?!” This was great, Joe thought, here he was trying to get a job at this place, trapped in this little room with this woman, and it turns out she’s a mind-sucking alien planning to eat his brains. Probably working for the government, too. Well, she wouldn’t get his brain! He started to reach for his pistol and realized that Taylor had made him leave his backpack in the car.“Are you a resident alien? You did not check on the form whether you were an American citizen or a resident alien.”“Um…no, I’m not an alien.” Joe answered, and his heart returned to a normal pace. Not that you would be able to tell, of course, he thought. They look just like the rest of us. That’s part of their whole plan. “Oh, okay, here we go, and is this your correct social security number?”“As far as you know.”“Excuse me?”“Um…yes it is.” Joe had to play it cool now. Willie and Brother Cooper had told him to keep his answers short and to the point. He shouldn’t say anything he didn’t have to. And of course, Crystal had threatened to give him a bloody nose if he even mentioned conspiracies to the interviewer. He had told her he had recently gained the ability to give himself a bloody nose any time he wanted, but she had just cracked her knuckles, so he left it at that.“Well…okay then. Can you start on Monday night?”“Yes, ma’am.”. . .Taylor drummed her fingers on the steering wheel in time to the music, “…and boy in back, he say everyone attack, and it turn to barroom bris … barroom bris…”Willie bit his lip and stared out the window across the street towards the South-Medical parking lot. He reminded himself for the thirteenth time why he normally worked alone, and how he would make sure to not get trapped in a car with anyone when they staked out the Science Center tomorrow night.Joe had been inside now for twenty minutes. He might well be another half-hour at least. Taylor seemed more than happy to just leave him there to take the bus home, but Willie was a little nervous that the guy would say the wrong thing to the wrong person and wind up running out the front door of the building, with half a dozen guards blazing bullets at him on the way out. Joe just didn’t seem to have that charisma that you needed for these kinds of jobs. Willie pulled a cigarette out of his pack of Kool’s and scanned the perimeter of the parking lot again, just for good measure. He saw an ashtray near a service entrance and opened the car door. He explained, “Sit tight Tee, I’m gonna go have a smoke, “ and then mumbled, ”at least until this song is over.”If Taylor noticed what he said, she gave no appearance of it, and waved to him as he got out to go smoke. Willie limped across the parking lot, sticking close to the shade trees as much as possible, just for good practice. And then he saw it. The car looked expensive. A little sticker in the corner of the window noted that the driver was a South-Medical employee, and the parking spot was a reserved spot for an executive. But the dead giveaway was the license plate. Willie had read that license plate number out to Lucille only a couple of days ago. Willie was looking at Jack Bolling’s car. Willie casually lit his cigarette and considered the car for a minute. He would love to get some information from this guy; to find out what he had to do with everything that was going on, what was up with Scorse and the freaky book and the picture from 1924, and what all this crap about coin-collecting and magic medallions was really all about. Which was fortunate, because the bald guy was walking out the front door of the building right now.Willie decided to forego subtlety in favor of getting some answers. He leaned against the hood of Bolling’s car, gripped his cane a little more tightly, and continued to casually smoke.Bolling approached, wearing an Italian designer suit even on a Saturday, and carrying an expensive leather briefcase. He wore mirrored sunglasses, and had his keys and remote out in his hand as he approached.“Hello, Mr. Bolling.”Bolling never even looked directly at Willie, as far as he could tell with the mirrored glasses. He used his remote to unlock the car from ten feet away, and never slowed down. He didn’t even look up at Willie as he opened the door and tossed his briefcase inside. He whispered simply, “Not here. Follow me somewhere where we won’t be seen,” and slid into the front seat.The car started and Willie stepped away as Bolling pulled out of the parking space. “Well…damn,” he mumbled, and then hobbled as quickly as possible (while still trying to maintain a cool and casual look) back to Taylor’s waiting car.</blockquote>

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