The man sitting behind the desk heard the door swing open. In a deadly tone of voice, he said, "Bring that in here and I'll shoot you. I mean it."
The person carrying the bundle paused in mid-step before laughingly dropping it on the desk. Fighting to keep from outright hysteria at the expression on Liam's face, Sandoval said, "Sorry, Major. I know it's a hassle, but we still require copies of all these reports transferred to more secure information storage before they are destroyed."
Eyeing the top report, Liam gave out an exasperated sigh. "Sandoval, this report dates from the year before the Taelons arrived! Why am I doing building survey reports for sites that are now occupied by Taelon grown buildings? Come on, this is getting ridiculous!"
Sandoval gave a disgusted snort. "Tell me about it. I'm still ploughing through Environmental Impact reports for these sites that are now not only out of date, they're completely irrelevant. The Synod and the UN have insisted that all Taelon-Human facilities do this, so we do this."
Liam threw up his hands in disgust. "I should have stayed in bed this morning."
His face mirroring his agreement, Sandoval said, "I'm leaving in an hour for a break. Coffee house round the corner. Care to join me?"
Liam's fervent agreement once again had the Implant in stitches. What a day. Grown men running from mounds of reports faster than from enemy fire!