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Spike is seated at his desk, going over the last minute changes to the latest assinine proposal from the UN to the EDC - and how he got saddled with doing this, he has no idea, but there you are. If he had his druthers, he'd drop the whole damned thing in his document shredder and pretend the damned thing had never arrived.
Tonight, he decides, he's taking Carly and Daniel out. Someplace fun. Like that pizza arcade place that Daniel has been bugging him about for the last few weeks. Yeah, that sounds just about perfect.
"Ambassador Witwicky? There is a secure call for you on line three," his assistant informs him.
Spike looks up from his paperwork, thankful for the interruption. If he has to wade through one more set of "Whereas" clauses, he'll pull out his sidearm and go messily mad. He misses the days of just taking off with his Autobot friends and busting bad guy aft. Or even just blowing off the day to go joyriding with Bee.
"Thank you. Hold my other calls, please."
"Yes, Ambassador."
Tossing the paperwork down, he waits until his assistant has closed his office door again, and then flicks the switch to active his comm array.
"Ambassador Witwicky speaking."
Tonight, he decides, he's taking Carly and Daniel out. Someplace fun. Like that pizza arcade place that Daniel has been bugging him about for the last few weeks. Yeah, that sounds just about perfect.
"Ambassador Witwicky? There is a secure call for you on line three," his assistant informs him.
Spike looks up from his paperwork, thankful for the interruption. If he has to wade through one more set of "Whereas" clauses, he'll pull out his sidearm and go messily mad. He misses the days of just taking off with his Autobot friends and busting bad guy aft. Or even just blowing off the day to go joyriding with Bee.
"Thank you. Hold my other calls, please."
"Yes, Ambassador."
Tossing the paperwork down, he waits until his assistant has closed his office door again, and then flicks the switch to active his comm array.
"Ambassador Witwicky speaking."