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"What do you mean we can't release the squirrels?!"
Dr. Miguelito sighs and leans on his desk. "I know, I know, listen. I'm not Overwatch, I don't make these decisions." Incessant chittering smothers any silence.
"Mmmm. I can't fucking believe it. Not one? Not one squirrel?"
"None."
"Zero?"
Miguelito makes a hole with his fingers.
Dr. Einar punches a file cabinet and paces the room. A cheeping stirs from behind the walls. "Stupid ass fucking Overwatch, dumb ass fucking squirrels, fucking end of the world "K-Class Scenario". You know what else we contain here?"
Miguelito slumps in his chair. "I know just as well as you do."
"A death duck, death dragon. Death centipedes. Can we talk about the death centipedes? Wouldn't this be much more pertinent to contain right now?"
"I'm literally the only person here." He puts his hands on his head. "I assure you no one is listening to your rambling about centipedes or whatever. Listen. I, for one, have an optimistic-"
"Optimistic? How I love optimism at this very moment. Goddamn Cthulhu or whoever's running outside. I fucking can't. I can't!"
"… Right. Look, when has the Foundation failed us-"
"Don't even start."
"Fair enough. Look, I get the whole 'exactly two million squirrels is unnecessary and stupid and dumb' thing, but we're at a top-priority location. Those death dragons and whatnot are gonna save us. Overwatch'll be here in no time."
"No time at all, eh?" Einar knocks the wall two times. A thousand scurrying feet congeal in a roar. "Oh how I love the sound of squirrels in the morning."
"Trust me. That'll be white noise before you know it."
Miguelito's phone beeps.
"Oh thank goodness, someone," says Einar.
"Hold on a second." Miguelito puts it on speaker. "Hello? Who is this? O5-1? I-I-I'm sorry sir, I just- no, no, the squirrels are fine. Presumably the centipedes as well, yes. You want me to do what?" A pause. "No, no, it's just I thought you were gonna- no, it's no trouble at all, sir. Call me ba-."
Dial tone.
"… What did he say?"
"Well, in the midst of the apocalypse, we've lost access to the PANOPTICON surveillance systems. Including grocery store cameras…"
"… So?"
"Well, he doesn't want us to lose any valuable anomalies at our disposal at this time."
I called it. I fucking called it. Some jackwater Overseer screws us to kingdom come I called it, thinks Dr. Einar as he bursts into the improvised shop. Just enough budget for a register and a battery, and a year's supply for two million squirrels.
"What would you like, Dr. Einar?" Miguelito stresses a smile.
"I want out, cashier. I. Want. Out."
Miguelito sighs. "Me too, man. Me too." He punches spontaneous numbers into the cash register. "Would you like a receipt with that?"
Einar, without thinking, says yes.
