Chapter Sixteen
Sonic Shuttle
“Welcome to the first official briefing of Intergalactic Pest Control,” Reggie said proudly.
Cody raised his hand. “Question: what the hell are you talking about?”
Reggie paced the length of the kitchen, chomping on his breakfast bar. “The first job was rushed. We didn’t plan properly. Now that we’re successful professionals, we should act like it. Like holding briefings each morning. We can update each other on the day’s business. Make suggestions. Stuff like that.”
“I have a suggestion,” Joel said. “We should not have official briefings if we’re not all wearing pants.”
Reggie looked down. “I am wearing pants.”
“I’m not,” Joel said, standing to reveal his boxers and bare legs. “I came in here for breakfast, not a meeting.”
“I second that suggestion,”
