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The look Agent Andrews gave to his young partner spoke volumes. As he headed towards the drivers-side door, he said over his shoulder, “You’re on map detail, shotgun. See if you can’t find us a drive-thru window with a half-decent cup of coffee.”
Sure, he could have left that task to the cars builtin GPS -- the Agency generally provided their field agents with decently up-to-date technology -- but he figured he’d give Lewis something to do on the way over.
“There’s some Cliff bars in the glove compartment,” he said as he buckled in, “The house is about 20 minutes out of town, just off a pretty lonely backroad...naturally.” that last word was added, barely a mutter, and with clear exhaustion. Because of course they’d be tracking an anomaly to a creepy old house in the middle of nowhere. Just once he’d like a case that took them to a five-star hotel with decent room service and a reliable wifi connection.
Sure, he could have left that task to the cars builtin GPS -- the Agency generally provided their field agents with decently up-to-date technology -- but he figured he’d give Lewis something to do on the way over.
“There’s some Cliff bars in the glove compartment,” he said as he buckled in, “The house is about 20 minutes out of town, just off a pretty lonely backroad...naturally.” that last word was added, barely a mutter, and with clear exhaustion. Because of course they’d be tracking an anomaly to a creepy old house in the middle of nowhere. Just once he’d like a case that took them to a five-star hotel with decent room service and a reliable wifi connection.
