Apr 10, 2019
“Hi, hi. I’m late. You’re-,” fuck. what was this guy’s name? special agent Gerry Drew-Danvers, everyone, can’t remember a damn name. “-here to meet me for the thing.” Casey? Carter? Something with a T. Terry? No, he would remember if it rhymed with his own name. Troy..Trevor? They had texted briefly about meeting but..Gerry was busy avoiding everyone he actually knew to save numbers or, apparently, pay attention to names. “I’m Gerry.” he pulled his sunglasses onto his head- fuck. too bright (they were inside). “so. pretty fucked up of someone to do this sort of thing, eh?” Gerry was..as used to it as one could get given his background. But still..the imaginary skrull thing was weird.
