The phone on Buck's desk announced it summons for the umpteenth time this morning. The owner of said phone didn't answer. He couldn't, because at present time he was standing at Ezra's desk, dialing the aforementioned phone.
The other members of the ATF's 'Magnificent Seven' team sighed in exasperation. Buck had been doing this all morning. Over the weekend, he had gotten a new piece of equipment at the electronic store. When you hooked it up to a normal phone, you had a choice of how the phone would announce incoming calls. Since Buck had attached it to his work phone early this morning, he had been going to the desks of his teammates to dial his phone, just to hear it. The choices included bird chirps, songs, and police sirens, among other things. But Buck had found a favorite and was now demonstrating for each of his friends, repeatedly, much to their disgust.
From his desk, you could hear the breathless, feminine voice start as Buck dialed yet again, this time from Vin's desk. The breathly voice intoned, "Yeah, baby. Work it, work it. Yes, oh yes!"
Buck slapped Vin on the back. "It's that just the sweetest sound, Junior? Doesn't she have the sexiest voice?"
Vin glared at the ladies man, but for someone with more than twelve years of experience with the 'Larabee Laser Glare', Vin's didn't phase him one bit. "Buck, you're a sick man. Get away from my desk before I have to shoot ya."
"Junior, you have no taste." He dialed again. The voice started once more. "Yeah, baby. Work it, work..." The voice ended abruptly with a crash and a small electrical fizzle. The office was silent for about ten seconds, then the other members of Team Seven stood up to applaud their leader, who calmly leaned the sledgehammer over his shoulder. The device Buck had hooked up to his phone was in more than a dozen pieces on the floor and was still smoldering slightly. Buck looked at it in sorrow, then at his boss.
"Chris..."
"Buck, I put up with that fucking thing at my house all weekend. I warned you what would happen if I ever heard it again." That said, Chris walked into his office, replaced the sledgehammer in the bottom drawer and returned to the folder he'd been working on.
The End
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