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The not - so dingy boatshed usually had an air of peace and calm and light banter, even when there sat dangerous suspects to be interrogated.
Not today.
The air was thick as soup today, tension seeping into every corner of the boatshed.
Around the table, sat a peculiar group of agents with specific skill sets that allowed them to do their job - chasing spies, locking up terrorists and sprouting off witty comments from their heads when they really should not.
Henrietta Lange sighed.
It was going to be long, long day.
The females stared at each other, trying to break down the walls of the other with gazes as destructive as bulldozers. The seasoned military men stared stones at each other, eyes not betraying a single emotion. The curly haired men stared at each other, eyes curious.
Agent Callen surveyed the scene with raised eyebrows.
Oh, it was going to be a long day, alright.
"It looks like our Teams are bonding quite well, Miss Lange." a voice said.
"It does look so, doesn't it, general?"
"Never pegged you as sarcastic, Henrietta."
"And I you, Diane." the petite woman turned to greet General Diane Beckman.
"The years have not been so kind, have they?"
"They have been quite unequivocal in expressing their displeasure."
Beckman let out a bark of a laugh.
"We better go out there and talk to our teams before they decide to rip heads off. Lead the way, Henrietta."
The intense staring session shall continue until I return.
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