The senior agents sat at the table in the Section II Conference room. It was the final Monday morning briefing before the new year, but there was little report,as thankfully T.H.R.U.S.H. and all the other evil doers had take off for the holidays in a sort of unspoken truce.
Napoleon Solo often commented that even the Thrushies had families, though his partner seemed a little more blood thirsty, saying that did not stop them from killing innocents and they did not deserve the niceties of the holidays.
Most of agents were fidgeting in their seats, anxious to get the usually tedious meeting over with. Some would be taking off having made plans for the new year’s celebration, though most would remain in the city.
One never knew when the call to duty would come.
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