In something that once resembled an office, Benson, Terry, and Del looked on at the news reporter speaking on screen. Benson placed her foot against the screen, arms folded.
'...which the government says it is willing to...'
'Mute that, will you, Del?'
He complied.
Wormwood appeared on screen.
Benson removed her foot, and bent towards the screen, studying the woman on it.
'Perhaps you know already, fellas, but she tried this once before.'
'Tried what?' asked Terry.
'Conquest, you moron,' snapped Del, slapping him around the head.
Benson still studied the screen.
'She'll be helping no one but herself. Typical megalomaniac.'
Benson sat back, balancing the television while holding it in place with her foot. She unmuted it - for now.
'...our plan to reduce the level of crime to its absolute lowest...'
She moved it back and forth, to each tick of the clock. Benson looked one last time at the woman on the screen.
'...in resolving-'
SMASH!
Smoke blew out from the television, as it clunked against the floorboards.
'Clean that up, one of yous,' Benson said, standing up. 'I have our next endeavour to discuss.'
Del stood up and proceeded to lift the shell of a television, puffing and panting.
As Benson approached a set of drawers, she glanced at him.
'Do it without the attitude, or don't do it at all.'
Del sighed, and dumped it in a nearby storage box.
On the table, Benson placed down a page, and produced a pen.
'Operation: Raspberry Fields.'
