Behind trendy-to-the-point-of-being-disgusting yellow glasses, Michael's eyes scanned the office. All clear, no one to catch him.
He closed the program he had been using as a cover, checking up on the background of a recent case. With an evil gleam in his eye, Michael leaned closer to his precious computer screen and let his long, pale fingers begin picking at the keys.
Words skittered across the screen.
Chief and Hattori
Go home together every
Night. Kind of funny, eh?
His fingers tapped out the pattern of syllables, rearranging and substituting words until he was satisfied.
Michael smiled, and pushed "save."