Brendan, of course, accompanied her home. He'd been picked up as a technology specialist by the military, but didn't have to report for basic training for about a week. He intended to make good use of that time.
"So, you're really going to go work for them?" They stood in the front room, the late summer sunlight illuminating the house through the front-facing windows.
"Well, I don't really have a choice."
She nodded. "It is. And I think I should, at least for now. There's still so much good I could do. You'll be using one of the rifles, right?"
He nodded. "I haven't seen it yet, but I know we'll be trained on it. I know you've done good work, thanks."
Epsilon shrugged. "It's my job. But you're welcome. I guess I should go put my stuff in my room."
She turned to walk through the kitchen, but paused as Brendan spoke. "Wait. Isn't the master bedroom through there?"
"Right. And he's gone. You're the head of the house now, so it's your room."
"I know, but it just feels so strange to think about sleeping there. It's so...him!"
"It can't be that bad. Let's go see it." He took Epsilon's hand, leading her into the bedroom.
"There's plenty," she said flatly. "Money isn't an object."
"What did your father do, anyway?" Brendan looked at her curiously, a frown tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"I don't know, and I don't want to know. I don't think it was anything honest, and not knowing the particulars is fine with me."
"This is so perfect," Epsilon said, smiling to her boyfriend. "Thanks. You knew exactly what I needed."
"I always do. Come on, let's make dinner."
"I can't believe you're leaving tomorrow," Epsilon said, hugging her knees as she looked down to Brendan, reclined on the bed.
"We both knew it was coming. I just can't believe I ended up here, running off to basic training tomorrow. I was majoring in technology to get a nice, cushy job. But times change."
She nodded. "They do. And we do what we have to do, otherwise who would we be?"
Brendan nodded, reaching up to stroke her hand. "Exactly. I couldn't live with myself if I just sat by and did nothing. If something happened to you, because I was afraid to step forward and provide a defense..." he trailed off. There was no need to finish that sentence.
"Me either. Do your job, Eps. Make those guns, and find ways to make them even better, so I can fight these ghosts. I'll come back to you, whenever I have leave. I promise."
"I know," she said, leaning down to kiss him, savoring the feel of his lips against hers.
"What?" she whispered back, pausing so that her lips hovered within an inch of his own.
"Give me something I'll remember, until I see you again."
She did. And then they slept.
After Brendan left for basic training, Epsilon called and confirmed her employment. She would be testing the new gun models, by night, on whatever spirits manifested around Sunset Valley. The small town wasn't a hotspot of hostile ghost activity, so it was the perfect place to test new technologies before deploying them to the military.
His duty done, the cat jumped off of the bed, leaving Epsilon alone and confused, until the next knock sounded. Who could be knocking at the door so early in the morning? She swung her feet to the floor and stood, walking to the front room.
"Hello? Can I help you?"
"Yes, Miss Woods. You can."
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Who ya gonna call?
Mystery man at the door! I wonder who it is? For a generation where I promised to give you guys answers, I'm sure asking a lot of questions. :P
See! See! Brendan isn't dead OR pregnant. You silly people. I love you guys. <3
Pay no mind to the weird graphical glitches on Epsilon during her university stay. For some reason, music waves(like from the stereo) were emanating from her stomach. I tried to take pictures in between glitches in the matrix, but a few pictures are still distorted.
Next chapter won't be until next weekend at the earliest, probably later. I have to do real-life research before I can write it, because I'm way too perfectionist to just make stuff up - I have to make stuff up based on actual facts! So yes, it's not the sets or the pictures that are holding me up, it's the google time. Bear with me, please.