Zombies and Boba

So that first mission was nearly a bust. We almost lost 2 people! Mostly because our CO Yang had to try to chase down a VIC (very important cultist) on her own, leaving our team to inadvertently stumble upon a fat zombie while searching for her. For the record, Hilda and I were out voted but we both wanted to leave as soon as we lost Yang but the team decided to press on. Upon discovering the remaining cultists, I suggested we take out the chanter first to minimize the risk of them completing the ritual that eventually resulted in the zombie attack. Instead, almost everyone fumbled through a literal gun slinging contest and Eleanor nearly got eaten. I noped the fuck out of there as soon as the lights went out at a brisk pace but rather than panic and dash and trip again. I swear these Americans are gonna get me and each other killed some day, I really don't know how well we'll be able to work as a team after that. Luckily the job paid well enough and I was able to take some time to see Harry for the first time since I left a little over a year ago. He hasn't changed much, still the same lovable himbo but at least he also got out of that toxic work place and seems to still be doing okay, that is, he can still afford the rent in SF. We visited out beach spot with boba as we'd done so many times before and for a little while I felt normal again. He's also somehow gotten much better in bed and we fucked all night to the annoyance of his roommate. With a little R&R, I'm ready to return to 'work' and start some much needed training for this nightmare helljob. I wonder if they'll frown upon my continued hacking of corporate media platforms every now and then? Someone has to keep these oligarchs in check and it might as well be me (but hopefully not just me).