Agent Ω came to the lobby of the AGENTS headquarters, heading past the reception desk and straight for the exit, turning his coat collar up in a futile attempt to prevent the inevitable ritual that took place every time he entered or exited the building.
He was almost at the door, maybe today was the day that he'd get away in ti-
"Good afternoon, Agent!"
His luck had run dry along with the last dregs of his determination to resist, he turned around, looking the bubbly secretary in the eye.
"Afternoon"
Every single day this woman had to interrupt his essential bi-daily brooding session with her overly friendly and excessively enthusiastic greeting, a greeting which he neither appreciated nor found particularly necessary. He was a solitary bloke by nature, and everyone -thank God- seemed to notice this and leave him alone, only breaking taboo to speak to him when things were dire or the canteen ran out of biscuits, everyone kept their distance and their tongue when he passed by.
Except this woman.
"I hope you're having a good day?"
Agent Ω officially gave up, if this woman wanted to talk, he would talk.
"Swell"
"Off to do anything interesting?"
Ω considered this, he didn't know if the secretary was in on the secret of the agency, whether she knew that supernatural monsters stalked the streets, hungry for mortal blood and, quite possibly, virgins.
"Nothing interesting, no. Just popping out for a quick smoke"
He turned to leave. Her voice rang out once more.
"Make sure to discard the ash in an appropriate refuse bin!"
"Sure"
"And don't forget to donate the teeth to the elderly!"
"Will do"
So she did know. Go figure.
Agent Ω got on his beloved motorcycle and made his way to the old wharf where the drug stash lay ready for his apprehension. No doubt there would be much paperwork to do after this operation, and no small amount of vampiric ash to discard in an appropriate refuse bin.
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