section7mfu | Aftermath - Short Affair

Prompts - Mop/Silver
Word Count (Approx.) -300

The two of them paused outside the room, each knowing that it was likely to be terrible in there. This was one part of their job which they truly despised. It wasn’t the first time they would face such a horrific sight, nor would it be the last, but it didn’t prevent them from feeling an enormous amount of trepidation. With matching deep breaths, the pair pushed open the doors and took a step inside. They shook their heads in sad dismay as they took in the carnage before them. Whatever had gone on in this room, it had seemingly been perpetrated by the truly mad.

The furniture, which had been neatly arranged, now lay strewn. Much of it looked as though it had been thrown out of the way. The floor, the walls, and even the ceiling were covered in many stains; the origins of which they could only guess at. Not that they wished to dwell upon it for too long.

The taller of the two suddenly stopped short and pointed over to the corner. A figure lay there, tightly curled up in a ball, beneath one of the few upright tables. A long, pain-filled moan emanated from the stricken man, which at least showed he was still alive.

“There are going to questions about how this was allowed to happen,” the shorter one commented.

“I’ll be one of those asking the questions,” the other replied. “These parties get worse every year. You’d think we were dealing with a college fraternity rather than highly trained espionage agents. Come on then Rita, the sooner we get going the sooner we can get it finished.”

The two cleaners, armed with their silver coloured cleaning cart and mops, got stuck into cleaning up the mess from the annual U.N.C.L.E. Christmas party.

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