"Hey! Mind showing some identification?"
Apollo froze in place, his guilty paws clinging to the telescope. I knew I should have waited until midnight.
"Turn towards me, sir, and drop the bag! Now!"
With upmost compliance, the defeated kalon slid his black leather laptop carrier onto the tiled floors below. It's not like he was a criminal or anything; or I mean, he wasn't doing anything bad! It's just that NASA isn't particularly fond of its employees visiting-
. . . er, breaking into the observatory.
Slowly, meticulously, the burly guard prodded around the bag. His first artifact of interest was a glossy new name badge.
". . . Mister 'Apollo' Ratliff, is it?" he scoffs, resisting the urge to roll his eyes (he definitely wasn't born 'Apollo.')
"You are not authorized to enter the most basic of facilities yet, much less the observatory. How did you even get in here?"
The following minutes were followed by instigation and investigation. One by one he evaluated the items within Apollo's bag:
among them a laptop (of course,) a company water bottle (kind of tacky,) a compass (wait, is this a toy?). . .
Eventually, the stolen goods surfaced, among them a previously missing pair of security cards and some suspiciously bent bobby pins.
He was just trying to follow the North Star! How did things go so far south?
Apollo froze in place, his guilty paws clinging to the telescope. I knew I should have waited until midnight.
"Turn towards me, sir, and drop the bag! Now!"
With upmost compliance, the defeated kalon slid his black leather laptop carrier onto the tiled floors below. It's not like he was a criminal or anything; or I mean, he wasn't doing anything bad! It's just that NASA isn't particularly fond of its employees visiting-
. . . er, breaking into the observatory.
Slowly, meticulously, the burly guard prodded around the bag. His first artifact of interest was a glossy new name badge.
". . . Mister 'Apollo' Ratliff, is it?" he scoffs, resisting the urge to roll his eyes (he definitely wasn't born 'Apollo.')
"You are not authorized to enter the most basic of facilities yet, much less the observatory. How did you even get in here?"
The following minutes were followed by instigation and investigation. One by one he evaluated the items within Apollo's bag:
among them a laptop (of course,) a company water bottle (kind of tacky,) a compass (wait, is this a toy?). . .
Eventually, the stolen goods surfaced, among them a previously missing pair of security cards and some suspiciously bent bobby pins.
He was just trying to follow the North Star! How did things go so far south?
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>NAME: Apollo Ratliff
>AGE: 27 years
>LOCATION: Modern Florida
>GENDER: Demiboy - he/him or they/them
>SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Males
>JOB STATUS: Terminated
