Jul. 19th, 2015
The Reluctant Traitor Affair
It was late; Illya didn't think there was anyone left in this part of headquarters except him and his fish, and if he had his way he'd already be home and asleep. He looked at the stacks of paperwork piled across his desk and groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. Oh, he was most definitely getting a headache, and the words were beginning to swim in front of his eyes.
Expense claims and mission reports needing signed off, recertification requests and vacation times needing scheduled and approved, various memos from other sections and agencies....Napoleon was on vacation for two weeks and had seemingly decided that meant that all the paperwork he'd deemed not-technically-urgent could be left for his partner and second-in-command to take care of in his absence. Illya suspected he must have stopped doing any paperwork at all at least a week before he left....although if he was of a charitable mind he might conclude that since they were in Paraguay for that week, Napoleon probably hadn't had much of a chance to do anything else. However, since he was here at a quarter to midnight, signing off a request for three new sniper rifles, being forgiving was not uppermost in his mind. He intended to have words the moment Napoleon got back, and none of them were going to be particularly repeatable. At least he knew now why his expenses from last month hadn't gone through – he'd found them buried deep in one of the very first piles he'd worked through.
Possibly mere words weren't going to be enough here.
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Where's The Round Table?
Jul. 19th, 2015 05:56 pmIn the meantime, just a reminder that we have the First Meetings fiction challenge coming up as well as our regular weekly challenges. We've welcomed some new writers/members recently;
I hope your Sunday is going well and that you'll check in tomorrow for the Short_Affair stories that will be posting.
Ciao!