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There is a very nice, final feeling to handing in your retirement papers. A nice, final feeling to clearing out your office. Locking the door and crying against it because this has been your life since the Rebellion began and now you're leaving it. For what?
A permenant babysitting job and pushing papers at politicians.
Ah well. If she regrets it too much, Cracken said there is always a place for her. There damn well better be. One of the highest ranking Intelligence officers...yeah. She also better be getting nice retirement pay.
If not, she knows how to kill someone with her pinky.
Winter enters the bar, with a box of stuff in her arms and pauses. This isn't the door out of her office...but it'll do for now. She grabs a table and flops, staring at the box.
She made the right decision.
...right? Right.
A permenant babysitting job and pushing papers at politicians.
Ah well. If she regrets it too much, Cracken said there is always a place for her. There damn well better be. One of the highest ranking Intelligence officers...yeah. She also better be getting nice retirement pay.
If not, she knows how to kill someone with her pinky.
Winter enters the bar, with a box of stuff in her arms and pauses. This isn't the door out of her office...but it'll do for now. She grabs a table and flops, staring at the box.
She made the right decision.
...right? Right.