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Several things took place after Pickles was promoted to S-Class. The man of the hour - Pickles - left abruptly, a heroin, Violet Reaper, had a minor melt down at the sight of the promotion. To be fair to her, she had been a heroin for years, as had Geoff. He did agree that, perhaps, the promotion to S was a bit abrupt for the occasion. When he had called ahead and attempted to put in a good word, he had expected the guy to get promoted to B-Class.
Geoff decided that he’d talk to Violet about the incident. Not that he was going to criticize her outburst, but more that he planned on helping her through it. He was about to start moving again when another hero, who was in City-S, waved at him, causing him to lose focus. He politely waved in response and took note that they’d taken a laptop from the station. Either he’s doing some homework or he’s writing his report on City-S… I should probably work on that… Someone else, an A-Class?, is already talking to Violet, I’ll speak with her later.
One of the laptops removed itself from its compartment and it floated over to Geoff. As it did so, it opened itself and turned on. The keys began depressing themselves as he focused on the report, detailing what had happened at City-S and how Pickles had managed the final blow. He was certain that without the other hero’s intervention, no one would have arrived in time to stop it from reaching the evacuation center.
“Doctor Burr?” Geoff turned at the sound of his name being called. It was the lady at the front desk and he couldn’t remember her name, it made him feel bad. But there were so many employees at the HQ that he couldn’t be expected the remember them all, though having interacted with her the most he really should know it.
Having decided to ask someone else what is was later, he responded. “Yes?”
“I would normally send this to your residence though the post.” She gestured with an envelope, no doubt containing a letter addressed to him. “But, since you’re here I don’t see why I can’t save some postage.” She handed him the envelope, he had made his way to the reception desk.
It was a white envelope addressed to his apartment. He opened it and the letter lifted and unfolded itself. He began reading to himself. It detailed his recent few accomplishments and closed by a brief statement that he had been promoted to S-Class, Rank 10. “Well how about that? Hard work pays off.” He said to himself as he stowed the letter in his coat pocket.
The keyboard on the laptop was still clicking away as Geoff finished his report. It brought itself around so he could proofread and finalize what he had. “Would you mind if I print this?” He said, not looking at the lady behind the desk.
“Of course.” She said as she pressed a few keys at her desk. The laptop communicated that it had began printing. Geoff was familiar with programming and knew less about networking than he’d like - he learned that you could send a print command from another computer.
“If you could, please put it in the Director’s box.” She confirmed that she would and he floated off to the coffee shop in the lobby. He bought a coffee so he would stay awake and began sipping it while levitating. Rank 10… people will be expecting more of me now… he silently chuckled to himself.