Psi-Ops: Chaos Momentum -- Chp 1

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[Hmm... roll Manipulate + Subterfuge]

(Not a one)

The woman furrowed her brow, peeking over the edge of the fridge door to see what Wade was staring at.

"Yeah," she said, almost to herself. "Putting me a little on edge. Sounded like you'd seen a ghost or something."

"Sorry just... the can... I thought it was shaking for a sec. Must have bumped the fridge"

Wade's mom opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted when the phone began ringing.

"Ugh," she sighed. "That's probably Ms. Calloway again. I swear she needs a hobby."

As she got to answering the machine, Wade turned to see that the can hadn't moved again, sitting there as if nothing had happened. Whether its contents would explode on opening it, however, remained the true mystery...

Wade shrugged and grabbed the can. He'd take his chances.

*Coin Flips*

*PWFSSSS!* went the can as Wade popped it open, foam flooding up to the surface in a race to freedom! But Wade was fast enough to sink his lips onto the opening, keeping precious drops of caffeine from hitting the floor!

Wade chugged the soda and let out a loud burp. That done he closed the fridge and and started searching for poptarts.

[Ahhh, memories xD ]

...

Some time later, it was an overcast sky that greeted Wade. After filling his stomach and getting much needed caffeine, he found the package he needed to deliver. It was roughly the size of a typical shoebox, though whatever was inside was heavier than a pair of shoes. It was wrapped in brown paper packaging and had more tape than any one package ever could need.

[Aight, tell me what kind of neighborhood Wade lives in as he walks down the street.]

Wade rook his time walking the street. He didn't quite live in a suburb, the houses lacked that copy past quality of a true suburb but it was close. Close enough most parents thought little of letting there kids run and play mostly unsupervised.

A moment came where Wade caught a glint of something out of the corner of his eye. Turning, he found nothing save for more of the same old, same old. Yet when he turned back towards the front, he found a teenaged girl standing mere inches from his face.

"Watcha doin'?"

The girl was like a slap to the face. Neon-pink hair, a white tank top and torn jeans. Leaning forward, she had her arms behind her back as she stared back at Wade, smiling. Terry Hendriks. The neighborhood oddball and a childhood friend.

Wade started taking half a step back before realizing who it was.

"Jesus. You scared the shit out of me. I'm just delivering this."

He said holding up the package.

"Oooh~" said Terry. "What's in it?"

Wade looked the package over. "No clue"

The girl smirked. "Cool. Anyone I know, or you taking up porch pirating?"