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[under_secretary]

Game of squash?

Really, this is one of the more idiot curses, simply gone out of hand. Spies. Who believes in spies?

Private to Operatives//unhackable

It seems he's taken to flagrant use of cameras in his attempt to tip the scales. I refuse to let this happen

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[razrsharp]

There's been enough noise in the City, a game would be lovely.

[under_secretary]

I'll meet you at the court, then?

[razrsharp]

In approximately ten minutes.

[under_secretary]

I'm already there, Nicholas.

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

[Arriving at the courts in his civvies with a bag and racquet on his shoulder. Nothing out of the ordinary here.]

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

[Watching him like a cat watches a very fat, self-satisfied mouse. Also, he's stretching]

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

[He's not waddling or scuttling damnit! He changes into his court clothes quickly.]

We haven't had a good game in some time.

[Note, changing in the open, no wires or weapons... in sight that is.]

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

Since before the wedding.

[He opens his racket case and pulls out his racket, then takes the ball]

Any new developments?

[swing!]

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

[Already serving? He's barely had a good stretch! But he quickly lunges in to rebound.]

On what?

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

[Swing!]

Work.

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

[Duck and a return swing!]

Of what nature?

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

[Turn and swing]

Stop being coy. Tell me what you know.

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

[He ducks and misses the return. Damn.]

I know that you work in a law office, that your employees consist of wizards, reapers, and former gunwomen. Anything else?

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

Right.

[Takes the ball and serves again]

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

[Return swing!]

What about you? And your work?

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

What do you want to know?