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Bored with Paperwork
by Slantedlight and...
The ex-farmhouse was small and self-contained, with a wide view across empty Berkshire fields, and just slightly too far to walk to the nearest pub. Cowley had thought, no doubt, that sending them off for the night to sort out the safehouse supplies, to get them out of Stuart’s furious way, and to write grade-A level reports on the six month op that had turned so disastrously sour, would give them undisturbed time to catch up on their paperwork and keep them out of trouble. It didn’t hurt that it was raining buckets outside, that the radio picked up more static than airwaves, or that there was a nearly full bottle of scotch in one of the kitchen cabinets.
( Doyle should have known, though, that telling Bodie no one could make this much paperwork interesting was a mistake… )
Please come and help!