Chapter 38, Name Pending
by Frea O'Scanlin
Most of the techs working in the lab were staring at their screens, blissfully zoned out with whatever project was occupying their thoughts.
“It’s like a den full of Bartowskis,” Casey muttered under his breath, thankfully too quiet for the trailing Vespa Weier to hear. “Ye gods, spare me.”
Chuck rolled his eyes. Sarah gave no discernable reaction.
Digital Dave’s office was one of the six main offices in the complex dedicated to “Field Resources.” The agency could do with a lot more than six dedicated techs, Chuck knew, which was why Sarah and Bryce had been green-lighted on adding him as dedicated tech support to their wonder-team, despite his unorthodox location. Digital Dave was the best of the six in the office, which meant he was also the most overworked.
Indeed, he didn’t look up when Chuck tapped on his door jamb. “Two seconds,” he said, hunching his shoulders further and tapping away at his keyboard without pause.
“We’ll wait,” Sarah said from behind Chuck.
Digital Dave’s head came up. “Agent Walker! Hey! What brings a high and mighty field agent into our humble offices?”
“That would be my fault,” Chuck said.
Dave’s eyes refocused on him. “Chuck!” He seemed genuinely pleased to see Chuck, which was a switch given that Chuck’s phone calls to the den usually inspired more work. “Hey! Cool, you’re here. Wait two seconds.” And just like that, he went back to working on whatever he was trying to tackle.
Chuck turned to Casey and Sarah with a puzzled look on his face. “Am I that bad?” he asked, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Dave.
“You’re worse,” Casey grumbled. “I’m going to take Agent Weier here for a coffee and remind her of the things she needs to forget before Dave blows all of our covers. See you at the front door in twenty minutes?”
Chuck and Sarah promised that they would.
“Don’t be late,” Casey said, with one final scowl before he left, herding their assistant away despite her protests that she was scheduled to remain with all three teammates for this allotted time.
Chuck and Sarah waved as they left.
“Is she going to be a permanent fixture in DC?” Chuck wondered. “Because even I’m tired of ‘Which Lynch?’ jokes already, and that has to be a record.”
“You could just not tell the joke,” Sarah pointed out, smiling a little wanly as she leaned against the door jamb to Dave’s office.
Chuck, since it looked like Dave was going to be wrapped up in the project for longer than the afore-promised two seconds, leaned against the opposite jamb and crossed his arms over his chest. “That would be impossible when she leaves an opening wide enough to drive the Crown Vic through.”
At the keyboard, Dave gave a fist-pump that made both agents look over. “Take that, bitches,” he mumbled around the pencil clenched in his teeth, and tapped a few keys with finality.