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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.

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

Is small talk such a crime?

[Hff! Lunge and a hard swing.]

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

Sometimes!

[Miss, and grabs the ball, tossing it]

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

[He catches it in one hand.]

How could you say that, sweetheart?

[Hard serve!]

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

[Swing!]

Easily.

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

[Return swing! He's breaking a sweat by now.]

What else would you accuse me of?

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

What should I accuse you of?

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

You--

[Diving to return a swing!]

Tell me!

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

[Swings!]

You know!

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

[Another miss! Is he getting old or under pressure?]

Do I now?

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

[Nods and catches the ball]

You're getting old, Brocklehurst.

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

[Up close and personal.]

You're getting cheeky, Christopher.

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

[looks up]

Oh really? And what do you plan to do about it?

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

[Hand to his elbow, firm but nonpainful squeeze.]

You're asking me to mix pleasure with business.

//Without Marmalade//

[under_secretary]

We make that our life, don't we?

[watching his lips]

//Without Marmalade//

[razrsharp]

Is that a crime?

[Watching him watch his lips.]