Fallen Angels (Pt. 5)
Basil fell asleep against the dirty wall out of sheer exhaustion. But apparently, the perky mystery woman enjoyed bothering him. “Oh, Baaaasilll,” she said sweetly, waking him up. When he only stirred, she shouted, “Basil! It’s time to get up!! Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!”
“I’m a vegetarian,” he mumbled.
“Basil, would you like to get out of those torn, dirty clothes? We can get you a nice clean uniform. Also, we can treat that ghastly wound of yours.” Her voice seemed to be smiling, and it annoyed the crap out of Basil.
“Whatever,” he said drowsily.
“Okay then,” the woman said, and suddenly a door emerged from the wall with a loud screeching noise. “Go out the door, Basil, and head down the hall to the first door on the right. Someone…” her voice trailed off, and she muffled the microphone. All Basil could comprehend of it was, “What? … But I thought that he … oh, okay.”
“Yes?” he said, irritated.
“Just a minute,” she said and turned off the system with a click, so he went back to sleep.