After two firefights in which two fictional sci-fi soldiers slaughtered hundreds of fictional aliens, JD seemed much cheered. He was busy mashing his controller and spraying explosive needles across the field of battle when Ean’s boss called.
Ean put his controller aside before the phone rang twice. Be right back, he said while bolting for the bedroom which is where the phone was, since getting an irate call from work was Ean’s backup alarm for days when Fifi didn’t stay up all night.
Sure, JD said. I won’t let them kill you too much, he added while plasma exploded within Ean’s half of the TV.
Ean barely heard him: he was already in his room, picking up the phone. Hello? E said.
Hello, answered The Boss in a monotone. Ean, I’m afraid I have some bad news, he added with neither fear nor any other emotion in his voice. And some good news. Do you have a moment?