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“I will hear nothing of it Miss Dancer,” Alexander Waverly practically barked at her. “This is your assignment and no little dream you’ve had is going to change that fact. Ridiculous my dear….you are a trained field operative now buck up and get over it.”
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“I will hear nothing of it Miss Dancer,” Alexander Waverly practically barked at her. “This is your assignment and no little dream you’ve had is going to change that fact. Ridiculous my dear….you are a trained field operative now buck up and get over it.”
He’d been chewing on the mouthpiece of his pipe but finally dropped it in the crystal ashtray in front of him with a distinct ‘clink.’
The mood was rare for the Old Man, but even he could let his annoyance show through now and then and to have his top...rather his only female agent trying to bow out on a mission because of a nightmare? Well that was a bit of poppycock to him. Agents have them all the time. Why should Miss Dancer be coddled because of it?
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