Just Routine - A Little (Double) Drabble Do Ya

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

It always happened late at night. A few Section IIs would gather - more than two, less than six -  and they would go through the empty office and remove all the flourishes of personality. Photographs, house plants, souveniers brought back from exotic places and little pieces of home brought here to ward off the night. They would work together silently, efficiently, and they would pack their dead away in cardboard boxes.

Then facilities staff would move in with paint and industrial cleaner to make the hallowed space pristine. To wipe away those other touches - the dent where a fist might have met a wall after too many bad missions, the stain where coffee might have been spilled in the demonstration of a move better left for the gym. They would stand and watch, a silent audience, and if a bottle of whisky might be passed around, who would speak against them?

And then the door would be locked and the room forgotten, a blind spot in everyone's vision until new agents moved in, too often young and too fleetingly alive. They never ask who had the room before and they are never told.

They are all deep in dead men's desk drawers.

Comments

[carabele.livejournal.com]

Extremely haunting

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

Thanks. There would need to be routines for these things, wouldn't there.