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Matt walked down the corridor of the ARC with a report and mug of coffee in hand. It hadn't been an easy week; anomalies had been jumping up everywhere. They had dealt with about nine in just that week alone. Becker had been hit pretty badly by a future predator, but was recovering – once again – quicker than a normal person should. Matt had just come from the medical bay meet with the Captain to go over Emily's report about what had happened. He agreed that that what Emily wrote was true... Moreover, he agreed that Emily had a very long way to go before she would be able to write a proper and decent report.

Matt turned and walked into his office. He was very happy about the fact that he had his very own office. It was somewhere in work that he could go to, close the door behind him and completely forget about the world outside. Matt sat in his chair and leaned far back. He dropped Emily's report on his desk and placed his mug of coffee beside it. He put his feet up on the desk and pressed the play button on his CD player. Healing Piano Music came on. Matt quite liked classical music, as most of it was so peaceful. The Irish man closed his eyes and breathed peacefully.

Suddenly, Matt's office door bust open.

Matt went flying backwards in shock, taking the CD player down with him to the floor, it smashed and the music stopping. However, also as Matt went down, he reached out for something to stop him from falling, and he reached for the desk. Although, he may have not grabbed the desk itself, but he did grab some papers on the desk, which made his coffee fall over and spray all over his desk. Other papers went flying high in the air.

Emily stood in the doorway.

"Matt, Lester wants us all in his office for a meeting. Oh, and... Clean up your office... it's a mess," she said then walked out and closing the door behind her. Matt jumped up, brushed himself down quickly and looked around his office. He picked up Emily's wet, coffee smelling report.

"I knew there was a reason I made a spare," he said, sighing and walking off to Lester's office, not bothering to clean up straight away.

Connor was the last to arrive in Lester's office, just jumping in behind Matt. Jess and Emily had both got the two seats that Lester had in front of his desk. Becker – as usual – leaned against the wall that looked out over the main room where the ADD was. Matt stuck to the corner whilst Connor leaned against the wall where the door was and Abby propped herself up against the wall the other side to Becker. Lester sat at his desk, reading a letter, looking more grim than usual.

"I have some news that you will probably be quite depressing for you all," Lester said, dropping the letter on his desk.

"Well it's coming from you, so, no surprise," Connor joked, causing everyone to smile.

"I'm leaving."

"WHAT!" screamed the whole team at once, disbelief spreading across their faces. Lester found it – surprisingly – hard to tell which one was most shocked about this news. Lester really thought Connor would be the happiest, but he was as shocked as the rest.

"Well, actually, I got fired."

"WHAT!" the team screamed again, still in shock.

"I said –" Lester started, but didn't finish.

"We know what you bloody well said Sir!" Becker said, not leaning on the wall anymore.

"Now, now Becker, language," Lester said dryly.

"Why are you being fired?" Abby asked, not leaning on the wall anymore either. Now Lester could tell who looked saddest, and it was Abby. Lester sighed again.

"Oh, no reason that you need to worry about," Lester said. "I just thought you'd like to know because Philip should be getting my job and I wouldn't want to see your faces if you just came into work and found Philip in charge whilst I'm sunbathing in Spain... not that I'm going to Spain... Sadly enough," Lester said sighing again. Silence fell over the seven people in that room.

"Lester..." Matt wanted to say something reassuring, something nice, something unlike him. However, Matt didn't have any words to say... This and Lester cut him off.

"No, no, don't worry about anything Anderson, g– go get on with your jobs that you try so hard to do. Go on, get out, your depression is fogging up my window," Lester said, waving them out. Slowly and silently, the team waddled out of Lester's office, heads low with the girls looking like they might cry.

Even though he wasn't really meant to, Lester knew that he was well loved by the team.

"They can't fire him!" Abby screeched. The team sat in the Rest room, which was completely empty apart from themselves.

The room was clean white, with a kitchen area to make coffees and food. There was a deep red, lime green and summer violet sofa and two orange armchairs. There was a see through coffee table.

"Who's firing him anyway?"

"Minister probably," Matt, said, taking a long sip of his coffee. Emily and Matt both took up from the red sofa, even though it was meant to for three people, maybe four. Jess, Connor and Abby took up the violet one and Becker sat on one of the very comfortable orange armchairs.

"Do you think they'll hold interviews for Lester's job?"

"I'd bet on it," Connor huffed, looking down at the bottom of his empty coffee mug. "I mean, they can't just give his job out to anyone... Even if it is Phillip." Connor placed his mug down on the table.

"They just can't do this!" Abby insisted. "Lester's been here since the very beginning; here before the ARC was even made." She shook her head. "It just seems wrong to fire him."

"We don't want Philip, do we?"

"I'd rather have Connor running the show and that alone is a terrifying thought," commented Emily, leaning against Matt.

"Anybody need me to do anything? I'm heading home now," said Becker.

"No thanks mate. See you in the morning," replied Matt.

Becker nodded, got up and left. As Becker left, it suddenly became highlighted in Jess's brain that he had been the only one asking all the questions.

Becker left the others behind and walked towards the locker rooms, hands deep in his pockets and mind deep in thought. Unknown to his fellow teammates at the ARC, quite a lot went on in his head. Becker walked into the changing rooms and opened his locker. Changing his black top for a non-sleeved one, trousers for jeans, boots for trainers, shoving it all into his backpack and grabbing his black and red jacket, Becker set off towards the parking lot to drive home. He pushed open the doors and walked towards the elevator. He stepped in and played with his keys whilst the elevator took him down. Becker stepped out of the elevator and saw Lester putting boxes into his car.

Becker sighed as Lester picked up another box. He put it into the boot of his black Jaguar. Suddenly, one of the stacks of boxes that Lester had by the side of his car started to wobble. Lester turned round, saw that it was wobbling and reached out to stop it from falling over, but missed. Becker took a few steps, reached out an arm and supported all of the boxes before they hit the floor. Lester sighed gratefully.

"Would you like a hand Sir?" Becker asked, lifting the boxes up and splitting the stack in two. Lester took a box.

"You know," he said, putting the box in his car. "Out of the twelve people who's past me, you're the only one who's offered," Lester paused. "Shows what people think," he said, picking another box up from Becker.

"No Sir, they just don't want you to go," Becker said smiling.

"Really?" Lester asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We have Philip in charge next," Becker said coldly.

"Point made," Lester replied quickly, taking another box off Becker. Becker watched him.

"Why do you have so many boxes?" Becker questioned, counting how many his ex boss had.

"Oh I don't know, really, I don't. I've just go so much bloody stuff," Lester said, putting the final box in his boot. Becker's ex boss stared at how much stuff he had and Becker knew that Lester was wondering what he was going to do with it all. Becker stared at the man.

"We'll miss you Sir."

"Hmm?" Lester said looking at the man, hand on mouth. He sighed and dropped his hand. "Oh, for once Captain Becker... Will you not call me 'Sir' and call me by my name," he said walking round to get into his car.

"We'll miss you James."

"We're not that close, go back to Sir."

Becker laughed slightly as Lester got into his car. He slammed the door and wound the window down. "Do me a favour Captain, look after the team." Becker frowned.

"That's my job already though," he said, and Lester – scarily – laughed. He then seriously, turned to Becker.

"No, really, look after them," with that, he wound the window up and drove off. Becker walked forward and watched Lester dive off, standing where the car had once been.

"Yes... James... Lester... Sir."

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