Disclaimers: Not ours, etc.
Rating: PG
Thank yous: To KRH for great lines during AIMing and a great beta.
It had been a slow day.
A seriously slow day.
The kind of slow day where no one did any work.
And this pissed Chris off.
Who was presently standing beside Buck Wilmington and glaring at the blank page in the agent's hand. "Let me guess, Buck, you wrote this report with invisible ink?"
Every sensible being in the room winced at the cold, sarcastic remark.
"Ever wonder how you can tell when you're outta invisible ink?"
No one ever said Vin was sensible.
Buck began to back away.
Actually, they all began to back away... very, very slowly.
Chris turned, glaring across several desks at the sharpshooter.
"Oh shit," Vin murmured, then jumped up. "Er... coffee, anyone?" Then he got sensible — he ran.
The End
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