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Straker scowled at the reports on his desk. Over the last few weeks vehicles had been painted, rooms had been decorated, liquor had been exchanged, presents had been presented and absolutely none of it had done more than annoy people. He was beginning to suspect they had a set of gremlins that meant them no harm expect for the occasional mental aberration they engendered.
He looked at his desk. The latest gift had been sitting there waiting for him when he entered. Starbucks, iced coffee, sugar and milk. Presuming it was a gift from the same prankster, he took a sip and almost chuckled. Given how frequently his coffee was cold when he got to it, this was wonderful. Now, if he could just figure out where to find a Starbucks.
He ignored the soft smothered giggles he almost heard.