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The first shift guard would have felt better about the two men standing in front of his desk if they hadn't had such a palpable air of vague disrepute. Maybe it was the faint odor of pot clinging to their work jackets.
"You the boys from the ABC?" he felt it necessary to ask, giving their rumpled uniforms a once-over.
The skinnier of the two (and damn, but they're tall) flashes a cool, crooked smile that he's probably practiced in front of a mirror. "Yes, sir. Just an inventory check. Got to make sure no one else thinks redistributing federal property is a good idea."
The guard frowns at the toolbox in the other fellow's hand. "Well, that ring they busted sure had something going for 'em."
"That they did." The skinny one dips his head, slightly sideways. "It's all there, what they seized, right? No one's ordered any dumping yet?"
"No, not yet. Why?"
"Cross-referencing the stays we're aware of, that's all." And he smiles again.
The guard hesitates. Like he was saying -- vaguely disreputable.
"You the boys from the ABC?" he felt it necessary to ask, giving their rumpled uniforms a once-over.
The skinnier of the two (and damn, but they're tall) flashes a cool, crooked smile that he's probably practiced in front of a mirror. "Yes, sir. Just an inventory check. Got to make sure no one else thinks redistributing federal property is a good idea."
The guard frowns at the toolbox in the other fellow's hand. "Well, that ring they busted sure had something going for 'em."
"That they did." The skinny one dips his head, slightly sideways. "It's all there, what they seized, right? No one's ordered any dumping yet?"
"No, not yet. Why?"
"Cross-referencing the stays we're aware of, that's all." And he smiles again.
The guard hesitates. Like he was saying -- vaguely disreputable.