Woohoo! look at that! I updated, sooner then a month or more, lol. Anyways, is per the usual, I do not own the 28 days/weeks series in any way, shape, or form. Now on to the reading.

The office of Procreation Control, as they called it on the pamphlet they gave us, was over stating things. This wasn't an office.

It was a desk. In a room with several other desks. Being limited on space as they were since they turned much of these buildings into housing, they put every office related to family services in this one section.

With that said standing between the section that deals with updating families on the status of their loved ones, as well as where you go to get permission for out of area phone calls was awkward.

I don't care about the strange looks I got from either side of me when I answer the woman's obligatory question of 'how can I help you?'. I'm not here to care about what others think of me, I'm just here for myself. "I want a divorce."

Even the somewhat shocked chuckle that leaves the soldier using the phone doesn't distract me, I barely even turn to look at him or his head of short brown hair. My attention is still on the woman at the desk, who at the moment is so surprised by my demanding tone she has stopped typing.

"Uh..." Her shock doesn't last long, but when she speaks it's clear she made the wrong assumption. "...Miss, if you're in a situation of spousal abuse this is not the area that we deal with it, but I can direct you..."

I don't let her finish because it isn't necessary. "He hasn't hit me, and he isn't my SPOUSE." I say, right to the point. Hearing that this isn't the issue she this time does the smarter thing and instead of assuming, waits for me to tell her myself. "You assigned me to him and put us in a room."

"Ah..." The way she says that is almost condescending, as is the way her eyes seem to lose all interest in my compliant. "...I see." It is almost annoying enough that I want to do something about it, but the presence of military in and outside of the room changes my mind. "The names please?"

"Baker, Howard." I tell her, waiting for her to type his in, then when her hands stop moving I tell her mine. "Bell, Cassandra." Then they began dancing over the keys again.

I'm even more frustrated when she finally does give me an answer, the time I am kept waiting almost too long. "I see. This is the situation miss." She pauses to make sure she has my attention, as if it would be somewhere else.

"Apparently Mister Baker put in for a roommate. It seems when he came in someone miss counted and allowed an odd number in. That is why you were assigned to his room. You are listed as single."

"I am aware of what I am listed as." I tell her, keeping my tone as calm as I can despite the words themselves being ones of annoyance. "That doesn't mean I am shacking up with that mop headed soccer player you roomed me with."

"I see..." That is really getting annoying. I'm beginning to wonder if she can say anything else besides that. "Well if you really want to..."

I interrupt her before she can say what I know she is going to say, the only other sound accompanying my reply is the sound of the door closing. "Yes, I really want to." I don't care what I need to do.

I almost paused after hearing that, hearing what this lady was willing to bargain just to not have to hook up with what ever poor bastard she has dubbed a mop headed soccer player. It sounded interesting, but not interesting enough for me to be late reaching my post.

This has got to be one of the most boring assignments I have ever had. I am sure it is even more of a dull experience since I am a sniper.

At least when I got here I had the chance to do something, even it if was only supervising a clean up crew while we were getting the city ready for refugees.

Ever since we set up a perimeter I have been up on the roofs, doing nothing, but sitting in the sun for hours on end, listening to pigeons.

This was definitely not anything I ever imagined I would be doing when I joined the army. I understand it is a good cause, but it is so boring. A mall cop could do my job, and do it just as well. I am more than over qualified for this job, or any here really.

But it is still my job, and I am still going to do it.

At the very least I have the banter I know will cross over the radios to keep me entertained well I am up there. And maybe I might even mention the story of the divorcee, adding it into the mix of whatever the guys saw that can pass for amusing.

Or maybe I'll just bust Flynn's chops about his wife some more. That always at least gives me a moment of amusement, and the other guys too.

Yeah we will go with that one. No need talking about a woman with the guys. They will only degrade it into something it isn't, and I don't feel like letting a woman I don't even know get dragged through the mud with the soldiers' gossip. I'll keep this one to myself.

After I get off duty I might head down to the pub too, just for a drink before I go to bed. I might even be able to get Flynn to buy me a round. Tell him I want to toast his marriage or something. Yeah, that probably won't work. Worth a shot though.

With those possibilities still running through my mind I swipe my pass over the reader and head up the restricted staircase to my post on the roof, to pass the next half a dozen hours bored out of my mind.

So there was a small taste of Renner, yes, that was Doyle if it wasn't clear. Not a real meeting, but something none the less. I hope he was in character enough is at the time I was multitasking two stories, but anyways leave a review.

oh, also forgot to put up Cassie's picture last time, its up now.