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"Eh, [i]ang moh kia[/i]."

Fletcher sighed and placed the helmet he had been cleaning back onto his rucksack. The damn thing still had traces of camouflage cream on the chin straps and inner padding despite half-an-hour of wiping with a wet tissue, and Fletcher was not very happy about being distracted from his task. He looked up at his buddy, who sat with his legs hanging over the bunk above. "Yes?" Fletcher asked, doing little to keep the exasperation from his voice. He resisted the urge to address his unwanted nickname; it was far too late for it to change, anyway.

"After ORD you planning on doing what ah?" His buddy asked, not taking his eyes off the gentleman's magazine he had managed to smuggle in during the previous booking-in.

Fletcher shrugged. That was one question he had never bothered to address. What was he going to do once he was done with his two years of national service? It was honestly a hard question to answer. He had spent the past two years carrying out his given orders, and he feared that perhaps his mind had stagnated, that he was so used to being told what to do that having to think for himself actually felt like an unwelcome prospect. "I don't know, what about you?"

"Eh...I think I try Aetos or Cisco ah, see if they want me or not."

That was in interesting prospect. Working for private security didn't seem like a bad idea. After all, Fletcher had spent the last one year and five months guarding an airbase. Guarding a person, building or company would seem like child's play compared to that. Besides, he had the training to do it; on his spare time he had even signed up for the local gun club to shoot some weapons he didn't get a chance to in his unit, such as a pistol. "Maybe I'll see what there is to do when I'm out." Fletcher replied.

His buddy laughed. "[i]Sia lah[/i], you [i]garang la sia[/i]. You got see the job market or not? [i]Si bei jia lat[/i], bro. Almost all of them want experience we don't have, or they want people who no need go reservist. Can cry, man."

Fletcher shrugged again. That was indeed true. Finding employment was getting harder nowadays, especially for a local like him who had to give two weeks or even a month out of every year to fulfill his reservist duties. At least for the next ten years or so, but still, when given a choice between someone who was available for a maximum of eleven months a year, to a foreigner who could commit for the entire year, most companies went with the latter choice. "I don't know [i]lah[/i]." Fletcher said and scratched the back of his head. "Maybe I'll go to Malaysia and try my luck there."

That got a guffaw out of his buddy, and he nearly dropped his magazine. "The ringgit so [i]jia lat[/i], I think if you go you better stay there lah!"
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Rhys' eyes twitched at the mention of his name. He had been hoping that the ladies would have left him out of whatever insane task they were doing, but evidently that was not so. However, that didn't mean that he had to deign them with a proper reply, the current reddit thread he was reading was far too interesting for him to bother with that. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." He said rather dismissively, not taking his eyes off his laptop. He reached for an open bag of chips to his right, grabbed a handful and popped them into his mouth one by one. He sneaked a glance at the time at the lower right corner of the screen. The new guy should be arriving soon.

He had to admit, he had not expected anyone to respond to Murphy's advert, and he was very much surprised when the aforementioned new guy still chose to work for her after she told him the nature of their work. Rhys had been quite sure that they would have to had at least gone through ten candidates before finding one who could accept 'ghost hunting' as a proper job description. The fact that this new person had accepted that without much resistance - or so he had heard - actually made him feel rather uneasy. Just what kind of unhinged person would do so?

Still, he was happy that there would be new addition to the team. He meant no offense to the others, but he was glad to have someone share the eccentricity filling the office. The other three certainly made the place lively, of which Rhys was grateful for, but he liked to have his quiet time sometimes, especially when he was browsing reddit. Shitposting was an art that needed a good environment to flourish.

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There appeared to be a rather large commotion going on behind the door.

Fletcher stood in front of it, a million thoughts running through his mind despite him knowing that there was really only one thing he could do at this point. If he had wanted to back out of the deal, he would have done so when he had met up with his future employer, and when she had told him that her company hunted ghosts. Fletcher had been too dumbstruck by her job description, delivered in the same manner someone might use to describe the weather, to have done anything but nod. Ghosts? Perhaps she had meant something else by that, Fletcher was no stranger to slang, but he would have appreciated it if she had elaborated on it before the brief meeting had ended.

Regardless, that was all in the past, and now Fletcher found himself in Malaysia. The time for deciding was long gone, and now Fletcher just had to continue on his chosen path and deal with whatever consequences it brought. He straightened his clothes - he had decided to wear a proper, collared button-up shirt and a clean pair of jeans that day - and knocked thrice on the door before turning the knob and pushing it open. He almost gave his rank, name and IC number, but then quickly remembered that it had been months since he left the army.

"Good-" Fletcher began, but then saw the decorated office. He looked at the walls, decorated with balloons, then the floor, then the people inside. "Am I...Am I interrupting?"