Two Georgians - Introductions

Introductions: Two Georgians don't make a Summer, do they?</u>

1. Kathryn</i>

*clicking sounds, start of tape*

Pffft... Pfff...

*knocking sounds* ...is this thing on 'ready?

It is? Bite me!

*awkward pause*

Okay, can we start this again?

*nervous button click-noises*

What do you mean, no, hoser?

*noises of the recorder being shaken*

Whatever, let's get the show rollin'.

My name is Kathryn Jackson, or for friends - Kay, 'kay? Those are the fresh people. Can you relate?

Legit, there is this one Red Joanie that calls me all kinds of names, but I think she just wants to dis me. That juiced dudette seems to get a kick out'a that.

*voice in background "You do it too easy."*

Bag your face, dweeb!

But... Yeah, you want to know more about that hip freak that's me? At least that's the point why I record this stuff here. If one mission against THEM will fail, you'll be able to put my desin'egrated remains in an airhead's tiny handbag.

Dag! Crazy I kinda write an in-case memoriam of my own here.

My full name is Kathryn Alex Jackson. I was born January 2nd, 1958 in Trenton, Dade County, Georgia... Uh Es of Ah, dudes!

Spiffy people are allowed to call me Kay and for some reason - that I don't know - my grandma mother's side calls me Kwa-Nuh.  
What that means? Beats me. I think it's a Cherokee word, for you see via that old lady I have heritage contacts to the Indigenous Americans.

I think Kwa-Nuh means peach. Odd, hm?

Anyhow, as much as I seem to be like totally an elite freak, to the max, that's not all the news about me. Hey, hey, don't have a cow, it's all cool and diesel even, it's just that I separate work and private life.
Hangin' with my homeys is just icy, you see, I can relax. At work...

Dag! I'm lucky I can dress most of the time as I want... Only at official gigs I have to show up like a dweeb. Given the recent events though that will not happen again in a d*** time.

Oh, yes, I work for the CIA.

Yes, the Cee - I - Aye! I know, that sounds pretty k-rad, but think of it, who'd rather be recognized as agent, some dufus yuppie-style dexter, or a deadly homegirl as me?

Word! Nonchalant suit-jockeys are rather suspected to be something else than a loud freak as me would be. I try to tell that little perfect Miss Russia there all the time, to take a red and instead of be a bit more tuff, be she just laughs.

*amused laughter in the background*

Oh, right, Red Sonya is here with me and totally acting to the curb again. Guess she wants the recorder now.

That's been Kathryn Jackson - or Kay for you, if you're as killer as I am.

Later Days!

2. Katya</i>

*sounds of the recorder being carried to another place*

Good day.

Is Katya Alekseyevna Jananashvili speaking with you. I am occupied in Committee on State Safety - KGB.

I was born in February...

*voice from backround "Boooring!"

Ah! Madlobt.

*voice from background, clearly Kathryn "Can't relate. What was that?"*

Ver gavige.

*annoyed growling from the background*

I was born on 25-th of February 1958 in Telavi, in the Region of Kakheti of Georgian SSR. Yes, it is soviet republic of USSR.

After the graduation from tekhnikum, was me admitted VUZ - university institution - where I got contacted from my current employer.

*Kathryn's voice "Could you please have this sound less like from a book, dexter?"*

*sigh and amused chuckling*

I was fast send as support to a ring of agents to New Jersey in the United States America. Officially I am a refugee and have been placed in one American agency of a press for observation.

Being in the USA in this fatal January, 1-st 1984 I have witnessed as extraterrestrial aggressors have destroyed New York.

Fortunately I was far enough from any window as the wave of destruction amazed us.

Except for me only one employee of agency had so a lot of success, and she was to appear as CIA agent.

Though these days now are very chaotic, and the public order suffers failure, apparently, as though both of us we remain loyal to old orders and are observing another suspicious. Of which I cannot blame her, eventually we are agents.

Now the American...

*growl from the background*

The American and I share a room, it's old room in the house of her parents to be exact. To avoid to be suspected as an agent of KGB, I claimed to parents of Miss Jackson that was in relationship and love with their daughter.

As "someone" has told "once"... Someone as loud also unusual is less questioned than someone careless acting.

I look forward to receive regular contact to KGB soon again and to hear, as how are now resistance and return reaction against extraterrestrial occupants.

*Kathryn's voice "Don't you have anything to spice this up? Lovers? Nicknames? Hobbies...?"*

Yes... My former partner, a Russian Red Army officer, was in the habit to name me Vazi. He did not know that a lot of Georgian and obviously accepted "Grapes" will be a nice diminutive.

*Kathryn laughs in the background "Grapes... Apes... You're quiet some freak, girl."*

Right.

*sighs*

Miq'varkhar.

*Kathryn's voice "What?"*

Nothing! Has no value.

*Kathryn’s voice "Okay... does that mean we can now move to havin' dinner? My belly is as empty as... Outer space! "*

Yes, give to have some of your wonderful make-it-yourself hamburgers...

*clicking sounds, end of tape*