Nace Bilby
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(This takes place during ACME Retro, and is a longer version of the telephone call Nace had with Angela there in the roleplay)
It was at that El Guero Canelo that Nace would smile as his phone vibrated. He would see the telephone number labeled Angela and grinned. It was a little after nine P.M. in Cape Town and provided Angela wasn't busy with any more computer work for her class of Junior Detectives she would likely be watching a movie.
"Hullo." Nace said simply, his smile brightening.
"Hey you," a female voice echoed on the other side of the line, "I miss you."
"As do I, love." Nace replied softly, "So how was your day?"
Sitting in that Tuscon restaurant Nace could almost see Angela lightly flickering a stray strand of her dark brown hair away from her forehead as she spoke with a light flick of her wrist.
"Well, the JDs in Cape Town miss you almost as much as I do." Angela replied.
"I didn't have any idea I was so missed. Other than by you, of course, love." Nace replied, taking a sip of water from the bottled water he had bought.
"Great save. And well, the JDs miss your booby trap lectures the most." Angela replied with a slight chuckle.
"Who's teaching that since I've gone?" Nace asked.
"Some older fellow, his name is Fosby." Angela replied.
"Oh bloody Hell not him." Nace groaned, and he heard his girlfriend laugh on the other side of the line.
"Yep, Fosby himself, the fellow that you call South Africa's Ben Stein." Angela replied.
"Sodding monotone and all. I still remember when the old bloke was teaching me at EOD school and at times it was all I could do to stay awake during his lectures." Nace replied, knowing that Staff Sergeant Fosby was widely said to be one of the best EOD experts in the South African National Defense Force and was equally regarded as one of the most boring of lecturers.
"Please tell me he's not up to his old tricks once more." Nace grimaced.
"So," Angela said, teasingly, "you want me to lie to you?"
Nace chuckled, recognizing Angela's brand of humor as he did so, "No, don't. Let me guess, he set fire to the wastebasket in the classroom, right?"
"Yes he did." Angela replied, "Resulting in the building getting evacuated."
"I also distinctly recall having told the story of him doing this while he was instructing me in the finer points of bomb disposal." Nace replied, "He was, and by your account still is, crazier than a cesspit rat."
Angela laughed on the other side of the line before replying, "Yep, I saw him taking the smoke detector in the classroom apart the next morning and opening all the windows as wide as they would open."
"And I presume sticking pieces of paper in the wastebasket?" Nace asked.
"Bingo." Angela replied.
"Something has to compensate for his monotone voice. I suppose lighting the garbage can on fire helps keep the JDs awake in his lecture." Nace replied.
"Not even Mark the Narcoleptic falls asleep in that class." Angela replied, "And to think they used to complain about me using the air horn on him, or the time you wired a siren on a pressure plate into his seat."
"I was rather proud of that particular bit of engineering." Nace countered.
"Which certainly solved the mystery as to why you brought a classroom chair back to our apartment and started dismanteling it when I walked in." Angela replied.
Nace chuckled at the memory and the fact that his somewhat of a neatfreak of a girlfriend had asked him why there were various tools and parts of a chair all over the living room floor. He almost didn't hear her next words.
"So how are the San Francisco JD's doing?" Angela asked.
"They're doing well, they seem an earnest and hardworking lot. They took well to my booby trap lectures." Nace replied, recounting the incidents where he booby trapped various parts of the abandoned town.
"Sounds like you're having fun." Angela replied.
"I am," Nace replied, "As is Goliath."
"I miss the little ball of fire almost as much as I miss you." Angela replied, "Though the apartment's tidier without him."
Nace took a glance at his charges, eating at a nearby table and conversing amongst themselves before he said, "I miss you too, Angel. I love you, and I'll call later on."
"I love you." Angela said before she hung up on her end.
For a brief moment Nace ruminated on a thought that had come into his mind. He had been six months into the eighteen month assignment training Junior Detectives back in South Africa before being sent to San Francisco. He found he enjoyed watching his charges grow into their chosen profession. Between that and his budding relationship with his girlfriend he wondered, not for the first time, if transferring into South Africa's military reserve or leaving the South African military alltogether to work fulltime for ACME as an instructor was a good idea.
It was at that El Guero Canelo that Nace would smile as his phone vibrated. He would see the telephone number labeled Angela and grinned. It was a little after nine P.M. in Cape Town and provided Angela wasn't busy with any more computer work for her class of Junior Detectives she would likely be watching a movie.
"Hullo." Nace said simply, his smile brightening.
"Hey you," a female voice echoed on the other side of the line, "I miss you."
"As do I, love." Nace replied softly, "So how was your day?"
Sitting in that Tuscon restaurant Nace could almost see Angela lightly flickering a stray strand of her dark brown hair away from her forehead as she spoke with a light flick of her wrist.
"Well, the JDs in Cape Town miss you almost as much as I do." Angela replied.
"I didn't have any idea I was so missed. Other than by you, of course, love." Nace replied, taking a sip of water from the bottled water he had bought.
"Great save. And well, the JDs miss your booby trap lectures the most." Angela replied with a slight chuckle.
"Who's teaching that since I've gone?" Nace asked.
"Some older fellow, his name is Fosby." Angela replied.
"Oh bloody Hell not him." Nace groaned, and he heard his girlfriend laugh on the other side of the line.
"Yep, Fosby himself, the fellow that you call South Africa's Ben Stein." Angela replied.
"Sodding monotone and all. I still remember when the old bloke was teaching me at EOD school and at times it was all I could do to stay awake during his lectures." Nace replied, knowing that Staff Sergeant Fosby was widely said to be one of the best EOD experts in the South African National Defense Force and was equally regarded as one of the most boring of lecturers.
"Please tell me he's not up to his old tricks once more." Nace grimaced.
"So," Angela said, teasingly, "you want me to lie to you?"
Nace chuckled, recognizing Angela's brand of humor as he did so, "No, don't. Let me guess, he set fire to the wastebasket in the classroom, right?"
"Yes he did." Angela replied, "Resulting in the building getting evacuated."
"I also distinctly recall having told the story of him doing this while he was instructing me in the finer points of bomb disposal." Nace replied, "He was, and by your account still is, crazier than a cesspit rat."
Angela laughed on the other side of the line before replying, "Yep, I saw him taking the smoke detector in the classroom apart the next morning and opening all the windows as wide as they would open."
"And I presume sticking pieces of paper in the wastebasket?" Nace asked.
"Bingo." Angela replied.
"Something has to compensate for his monotone voice. I suppose lighting the garbage can on fire helps keep the JDs awake in his lecture." Nace replied.
"Not even Mark the Narcoleptic falls asleep in that class." Angela replied, "And to think they used to complain about me using the air horn on him, or the time you wired a siren on a pressure plate into his seat."
"I was rather proud of that particular bit of engineering." Nace countered.
"Which certainly solved the mystery as to why you brought a classroom chair back to our apartment and started dismanteling it when I walked in." Angela replied.
Nace chuckled at the memory and the fact that his somewhat of a neatfreak of a girlfriend had asked him why there were various tools and parts of a chair all over the living room floor. He almost didn't hear her next words.
"So how are the San Francisco JD's doing?" Angela asked.
"They're doing well, they seem an earnest and hardworking lot. They took well to my booby trap lectures." Nace replied, recounting the incidents where he booby trapped various parts of the abandoned town.
"Sounds like you're having fun." Angela replied.
"I am," Nace replied, "As is Goliath."
"I miss the little ball of fire almost as much as I miss you." Angela replied, "Though the apartment's tidier without him."
Nace took a glance at his charges, eating at a nearby table and conversing amongst themselves before he said, "I miss you too, Angel. I love you, and I'll call later on."
"I love you." Angela said before she hung up on her end.
For a brief moment Nace ruminated on a thought that had come into his mind. He had been six months into the eighteen month assignment training Junior Detectives back in South Africa before being sent to San Francisco. He found he enjoyed watching his charges grow into their chosen profession. Between that and his budding relationship with his girlfriend he wondered, not for the first time, if transferring into South Africa's military reserve or leaving the South African military alltogether to work fulltime for ACME as an instructor was a good idea.
