Some say I'm the Reverse
Next section de aru yo...
Melbourne airport was pretty quiet for this time of the day. I'd flown out of Canberra and into Melbourne the same day that Sam talked to me, so I at least had a day of sleep by the time I turned up, expecting the arrival.
To be honest, I shouldn't have been surprised that the representative I was about to meet was the one from China. Despite conflicting ideologies, that nation has a good working relationship with us, and we exchange a lot of natural resources and technologies. I suppose it's no skin off their nose when the Chinese show off their IS technology, seeing that we Aussies only have the one, and China has...quite a few.
Trouble is, I've already heard of Fan Lin Yin.
The People's Republic of China had a prodigy on their hands when they took her in as their Representative Candidate. Pilot of the 3rd Generation Shenlong, with a proficiency at both close and long-range combat.
She was also known for having a pretty rotten temperament.
I didn't like that kind of girl. You know the type, the ones that have a boxcutter they try to drop on you whenever they're mad, or have a giant lumberjack's saw they aim at your neck when they're jealous? Not my type at all.
Why me? Something tells me this was not entirely Sam's doing. On the surface it seemed logical enough. The pilot candidate whose data we wanted to study was chinese, and I was of chinese descent while being an Australian citizen.
...except that I don't speak chinese. Hell, one of the reasons I live in Australia is because people speak english here. It'd be really awkward if she suddenly started speaking to me in Chinese.
Okay, here she comes.
I'm actually surprised; I was expecting her to come with an entourage of aides or even a group of chinese men in black surrounding her. As it is, she's alone with only a small bag on her shoulder.
And if the bag was small, the representative herself was even smaller. I thought students at IS Academy were supposed to be of high school age, sixteen years or thereabouts? I could have sworn the twin-ponytailed chinese girl in front of me was no older than ten--wait, why is she giving me that "I know what you're thinking and cut it out before I beat you to death with something big, metal and blunt" look?
"Are you the person I'm supposed to meet?" came her annoyed, disappointed tone of query.
I fumbled for my ASIO pass and showed it to her with a polite "Nihao."
...no, wait. That's chinese, not english, right? "I mean welcome to Australia, Miss Yin."
"My family name's Fan, not Yin." She replied. Okay, so I'm not winning any points at the moment--I could see why Sam was worried. Not two minutes into conversation and already this kid looked ready to destroy something. I'm fairly sure it wasn't me, and that she got off the plane from Japan already carrying this bad attitude.
"You're not waiting for anyone else?"
"No," Linyin seemed to have a short pause in her reply, as if she was hoping someone was with her, but then replied (quite arrogantly): "And I can handle a dirty old man like yourself if I need to."
Who are you calling a dirty old man? Sam told me to keep her happy, but I suddenly wanted to crack this kid's head in two. With a cricket bat. A spiked cricket bat. Argh.
"Your Shenlong IS has an appointment this afternoon with the testing group in Melbourne's Docklands. I'm not going to keep them waiting." I put my foot down on this. I don't know what her problem is, but those problems are becoming mine.
With what looked like a tired sigh of defeat Linyin shrugged: "Well, just let me freshen up a second, and then we'll go. Is that alright mister agency man?"
There was that smile that was utterly untrustworthy on her face.
I crossed my arms. "Fine."
Like a bolt, the girl headed over to the toilets, but I could still hear her muttering "Stupid Dirty Old Man" as she headed off.
I swear, I'll pull out that kid's ears. That's probably the reason why Sam got me to do this job; most every other ASIO case agent probably turned it down. Hell, they know more than I do about IS representatives, tech, and other nuances. They would have known Linyin was a pain in the backside to deal with.
While waiting for Linyin earlier this morning, I had done a bit of research on the other IS representatives that were surrounding this Orimura Ichika. Interesting characters, all of them. Japanese, German, Bloody English, oh and a pretty French Filly. Obviously the one I'd focused on was Charlotte Dunois.
Realizing that for the next two days I was stuck with a short and grouchy kid who was probably intent on spending her whole time in Australia grouchy and short, I had every right to be disappointed. Why couldn't it have been the French girl? She was damned easy on the eyes, and the ASIO reports indicated she was actually quite pleasant to speak to.
Pleasant, hell. If you were a normal functioning male, you would bend over backwards to get stuck with a woman like that. Drop-dead gorgeous blonde, wonderful to speak to, even tempered. Hell, I would have kissed Sam for the chance to show her around, if it had been offered. Ah, Cest La Vie. Trouble is that compared to me, they're still kids age-wise.
At least I took comfort in realizing that I wasn't stuck with the worst possible option: Britain's Cecilia Alcott. Asking an Australian to babysit a bloody pom would have been cruel and unusual punishment. Just because they won the Ashes--a Cricket game that has been going between Australia and England for ages--again last year, they never let us hear the end of it. As Cricket was one of the few sports in the world that men and solely men played, it's not easy accepting defeat.
By the way, I'm not a Cricket fan, but obviously I need to support the home team.
That girl was taking her time to freshen up. I hope she's not one of those difficult types that pretends to use the toilet and then goes off on her own to cause trouble. Oh no, wait. Here she comes.
She seemed a lot better, but her eyes looked a bit red. Was she crying?
"Alright, I'm ready!" There was that untrustworthy smile on her face again. "Let's go, old man!"
...will you stop calling me that?
Last edited by wavehawk; 2011-08-03 at 06:53.