"This is Officer Williams." Sergei said barely biting back a groan. If he'd known that that last raid was going to go the way it had beforehand, he would've played sick for all he was worth.
"Is your refrigeration unit running?" a small and immature voice asked from the other end of the line.
I hate kids. he sent to his partner Ralph before replying "No, I caught it last week and took a sledge hammer to it just like I'll do to you if you call again."
There was a small gasp before the image of a snot-nosed brat was replaced with the Psi-Corps logo.
You know they'll add another month to your punishment for doing that. Ralph sent as the comm indicated he had another call.
"Hello, this is Officer Williams." Sergei said in a falsely pleasant tone of voice that practically screamed "Just go curl up and die somewhere.".
"That does not sound like the proper tone for someone who is supposed to be gladly welcoming all inquiries about the Corps and thanking children for their concerns about his personal welfare, including concerns about the functionality of the refrigeration unit in his quarters Mr. Markov." a voice that was most definitely not that of a child said.
Sergei bit back a curse in his native Russian.
Before it had happened three months earlier, he would have said that he would have given anything to see Bester covered in paint. Now however, he knew that some things just weren't worth the cost.