said to another envoy. "How different?" The one opened a rolling suitcase and took out a stack of reports a foot and a half thick, put it on the man's lap. "And that's just since the disruptions in budget cycle."
"I can't even read. Don't know why you just put all that there."
"Our time assessing is over."
"What will you do now?"
The man sat in a chair beside the lap-laden man. "Well, let's see, political shitstorm at homeplate," he ticked off reasons to just get lost for a minute on his fingers. The fourth finger was made into a hook as he described the pathetic state of neighborhoods the world over. "That's the bottom of my foodbowl," he stroked the crook of his finger. "I don't own, don't plan to, and eat on the fly. Between the drugs and violence more than an okay percent is making even getting lost an impossibility."
A woman walked up.
"Where you been all my life?" One asked.
"I was up at the big Courthouse waiting on decisions when people came and had to rearrange everybody in the building because their Directory made them sitting ducks ever since
"Spare me the details."
"You want some lunch?" The man put the pounds of paperwork into a briefcase sachel that then looked like it had swallowed a medium sized mammal.
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