Compromises
He followed the same sequence every morning. Jenkins had made himself tea for as long as he could remember. While the tea pots and cups changed as well as his favorite flavor (not to mention languages, clothes, people and, over all, times) this was something he could actually hold on to. He had forgotten some stretches of his long life, not all of them involuntarily, but this helped him remember the important things.
As he had started to like his coworkers, he began making them tea every morning, too. He had bound them into his ritual, so he would not forget the time he spend with them.
As he entered the Annex, Stone and the Colonel were already present.
Contrary to Baird's belief, his nose still operated exceedingly well. Of course he could smell that she always bought coffee before she came here. But Jenkins liked how she tried to find a compromise between them, so he never told her about it.
He poured three cups, took his to the desk and settled himself in a chair. While he slowly sipped his hot Jasmine tea, the Back Door, set to Germany, suddenly burst open and Flynn stumbled into the Annex.
